Federal Discipline (9 page)

“So,” Jamie said, a little smile playing across her lips as she gazed at him. “What shall we do tonight? Will you still be playing babysitter?”

Jack snorted. “You're staying at my place, agent. Until this case is over, I don't intend on letting you out of my sight.”

“Really?” Jamie bit her lower lip and gave him a crooked grin. “Are you going to cuff me to you,
to make sure I don't get away?”

“That's not a bad idea,” he growled softly. Oh she did so enjoy teasing him. It was time that the teasing stopped, though. It was time he showed her all he wanted to do to her, to stop playing and to start taking.

Abandoning work for the evening, Jack took Jamie back to his apartment. Neither of them could concentrate on work with so much sexual tension. Best to get it out of the way, best to fuck his sexy little rookie senseless, then get back to work.

For once, Jamie didn't question or argue. She was very compliant with the change of venue, even more so when he reached over and slid his hand between her thighs as they drove along. He kept his hand there, grazing the side of his hand against the apex of her thighs.

“Quit teasing me, Agent Harley,” Jamie complained.

“Oh don't worry,” he winked, pressing his hand more firmly against her soaking crotch. “This time I'll be following through come hell or high water.”

By the time they got to his apartment she was hanging off him as they kissed deeply, Jack's hands cupped the neat, firm rounds of Jamie's bottom, sliding under her panties to clasp warm soft skin, and a smattering of lace. She rode against him, pressing her hips forward shamelessly.

“Easy,” he breathed against her mouth. “I'll have your sweet pussy wrapped around me soon enough.”

Jamie drew back. He saw a spark of lust and surprise in her blue gaze. Maybe she was surprised by the forwardness of his speech, which bordered on crude. She didn't seem to mind it, though. If anything, the movement of her hips became a little more needful.

But Jack had no intention of rushing their first time. Sliding his hands around under the curve of her cheeks, he felt the telltale dampness, a smooth gliding moisture coating the crotch of her panties. She was probably ready that instant. He could have pulled her pant
ies down and fucked her right there beside the door.

But he wanted more than that. He wanted to part the buttoned lines of her blouse, free her breasts from the bra, and feast upon the flesh below. This he did, one arm wrapped around her lower back as he deftly unbuttoned her shirt and unsnapped her bra. It flew open from the center, revealing two pert, pink tipped breasts just waiting for his attention.

Cupping one breast in his hand, Jack kissed Jamie deeply, his tongue sliding against hers in an old, needful rhythm. Meanwhile, she was pushing her skirt and panties down, hopping on one foot to free herself of the fetters of her clothing.

Once Jamie had made herself naked, he carried her over to the sheepskin rug in front of the television and laid her down. The pale lines of her gorgeous female frame were bared to his gaze, her body neat and athletic, but with feminine softness about her hips and bottom and breasts and thighs – all the delicious places a woman should be soft. His cock was rock hard as he stared down at her, forgetting his own clothed state as he drank her in.

A soft female scent was rising from between her thighs. He could resist it no longer. Sliding down and between her legs, he parted them and pressed his tongue to the hot core of her being. The touch was met with a shudder of pleasure. For long, languid minutes, he lapped slowly from just above her cute bottom all the way to the top of her clit. Her pussy flowered beneath his tongue, lips unfurling like petals as they responded to his touch.

The dark aperture between her inner lips called to him and he could not resist. Sliding a finger inside her, he tested her depths. The soft but strong walls of her pussy clenched at his finger and she lifted her hips and moaned with need as he slowly thrust that digit in and out of her body. He knew one finger would not come close to satiating her. He wanted her primed, willing,
so desperate for his cock that she would beg for him to press inside her.

He kept the probing finger inside her body as he slid back up, kissing her neck and growling in her ear. “Are you ready, Jamie?”

She moaned softly, her head turned to the side to allow him greater access to kiss and softly bite at her neck. He curled his finger up inside her and pressed a little deeper, asking the question again.

“Are you ready to be fucked?”

Her eyes, which had been half closed, flew open. She turned her head toward him and he saw a faint pink blush across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. She did not seem offended. She seemed... eager.

He slid his finger out,
then traced it softly over her wet pussy lips. “Are you ready to be fucked, Jamie?” He repeated the question yet again as a thousand little tremors sped through her body.

She nodded wordlessly, giving him permission to consummate
that which had been between them from the moment they'd met. Moving tenderly, Jack covered her body with his and pressed the thick head of his cock to the flared entrance of her pussy. He was still clothed. His need for her was too urgent to bother with anything besides freeing his cock from the confines of his pants and pushing it inside her.

She was so slick, so wet with need. He felt her struggling to adjust to him at first, but he pressed on, knowing she wanted it, knowing that being filled, feeling her body accommodate his entire girth and length would give her more pleasure than any tentative attempt at lovemaking.

He pressed in until the pink nub of her clit was grinding against his pubic bone, until she was fully wrapped around him, her sweet pussy filled to the brim with his cock.

“Are you okay?” h
e whispered the word against her ear, and pressed a kiss to her neck thereafter.

“Please,” she moaned. “More.”

He withdrew an inch, then sank back inside, keeping her filled. It felt so good to be inside the tight velvet walls of her pussy that he never wanted to leave. She was intoxicating, wrapped around him so snugly he could feel every convulsion as her hips moved in an instinctual grind. More. She wanted more. She was going to get more.

Sliding his hand up her face in a soft caress, he wrapped his hand in her golden hair and pressed hard kisses to her lips. “I'm going to fuck this pussy of yours because it’s mine,” he ground out. “Understand?”

He felt the walls of her pussy clench with approval. Jamie was a modern woman, whip smart and brave as anything, but she loved to be dominated. He could feel her pussy leaking fresh juices all over his cock in response to the idea of being his.

With that, Jack claimed Jamie for all he was worth. Over and over, the hard rod of his cock thrust inside her, spearing into tender pink flesh, parting the wet and wanting lips of her cunt with a relentless rhythm.

“You're my girl,” he growled against her ear. “And this is my body. This is my pussy to have, so you better keep it ready for me.”

“Yes,” Jamie gasped, her usually pale face flushed an alluring pink hue. He reared up so as to look down at her body, watch his cock slide in and out of her lips. They were stretched around him so prettily, the bud of her clit erect and proud. Her breasts swayed with every thrust, neat jiggling rounds with dancing nipples. She was more than
beautiful, she was so gorgeous he could barely contain his cum.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You, sir,” she moaned.

The sir
was a nice touch. He liked it and he loved her being so submissive. He was seeing another side of her, a softer side, a side that he instinctively wanted to protect. With his hands on her hips, he fucked her slowly, watching the ridges of his dick disappear then reappear.

She started to cum, unable to contain herself. He could feel the pulsing of the walls of her cunt, gripping at him as he slid in, pulling him deeper, urging
the cum out of his balls. He lost control with her, abandoned himself to the orgasm that rushed from his nape and toes and shot through the very core of his being into her body.

Bearing down to keep his cock as deep inside her as possible, he felt his cum shooting inside her, coating those willing walls with his essence. She was his now, she was his in every sense of the word. A wave of tenderness followed the rush of lust and he cradled her in his arms, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. “I'm going to keep you safe, Jamie,” he said, pressing kisses to the place where neck met jaw.

“Me too,” she smiled, turning over to cuddle up against him. “I'll keep you safe.”

Jack chuckled and kissed her again. “I'm sure you will.”

Jamie had never been the type to sleep with her boss. But what she and Jack had done felt less like subordinate and superior rutting and more like being claimed by the man who was meant for her. The next morning she opened her eyes to a new world, a world in which she was no longer alone. A world in which she was held and cared for by the man who had once been surprised by her vagina, but now seemed very fond of it.

“Morning, brat,” Jack drawled, dropping a kiss on her nose.

“Brat?” Jamie batted her eyelashes at him. “I'm not a brat.”

“You're one through and through,” he corrected her. “You're a brat and I'm your boss and we both need breakfast.”

It did not escape Jamie's notice that Jack was in an incredibly good mood. Jovial, almost. The case was still going quite horribly, so she surmised his shift in mood was closely linked to their shared intimacy. She was proved right when he wrapped his big arms around her as she poured her coffee, and pressed a kiss to her neck.

“We haven't even had anything to eat and you're already at it,” she laughed.

“Oh I'd love to be at it,” he said, palming her panty clad bottom.

The mood changed. Jamie found herself with her palms pressed against the kitchen counter, her panties pressed to the side as Jack slid his cock deep inside her pussy. There were no doubt still traces of his semen inside her as he thrust up and in, pushing her up to her tippy toes as he fucked her swiftly.

Jack, she was quickly learning, was a very ardent lover. He liked to take control, to wrap his hands around her waist and hold her steady as he worked the thick length of his cock in and out of her wet pussy, soft sounds of lust and lubrication filling the air as she was filled over and over again.

“Jack...” she moaned his name, squirming her rear against him as he held her there, completely wrapped around his dick. She squealed again when he dropped one hand from her waist and instead wrapped it around her pussy, pressing the rough pad of his fingers over the hood of her clit as he began riding her home with hard, fast thrusts.

Caught between his cock and that insistent hand, Jamie cried her orgasm to the kitchen tile just moments before his shout of pleasure matched hers. He pulled out, his cock still dripping cum. It was rolling out of her, thick and hot. With one hand on the back of her neck, he reached between her legs and rubbed it in, making sure her cunt was well glazed with his essence. She came again, a smaller climax rippling through her, leaving her quite weak.

“You're insatiable,” Jack rumbled behind her, keeping a hold of her so that her weak knees did not give way.

“I'm insatiable?” She looked over her shoulder at him and shook her head. “You're the insatiable one, Mister.”

He chuckled, kissed her again, and slapped her bottom. “Go grab a shower,” he said. “We'll be late for work.”

Showers. Work. They all seemed so mundane when compared to the pleasure that was still washing through her veins.

“Can't we just take the day off? Sit around drinking coffee?”

“Serial killers don't take the day off,” he said, swatting her again. “Off you go, agent.”

“I bet they do take days off,” Jamie grumbled. “I bet they have amazing days off.”

“Shower, Jamie,” he repeated. “Now.”

There was an unspoken threat of spanking in his tone. She wasn't in the mood for that sort of thing so hot on the heels of ecstasy, so she obeyed the order and took herself off to the shower to clean up.

*****

Later that day, sitting in the office, both dressed professionally, Jamie wondered if they'd really had sex at all. Jack certainly wasn't behaving any differently toward her. He was just as authoritarian and serious as ever.

She, on the other hand, was most distracted. Every time she met his eye, she felt a blush spreading across her face. Jack pretended not to notice it, though she was sure he did. Jack noticed everything. He had eyes like a hawk. A sexy, detective hawk.

Crossing over to his desk under the guise of doing some work, Jamie pressed alongside him, bending over in such a way as to draw attention to her cleavage which was much more visible than usual owing to the tactical undoing of top buttons one and two.

“Cut it out, brat,” Jack murmured under his breath. “Save it for when we're off the clock.”

“But I'm horny now,” she whined in kittenish tones.

His response was quite unexpected. He lifted one of those dark brows at her and said one combustible word. “Good.”

“Good?” s
he whispered back. “What do you mean, good?”

“It means I like that you are on the boil, my little brat. But you're going to have to wait until we get home to have that sweet cunt of yours tended to. Until then – hands off.”

“What do you mean, hands off?”

“I mean you don't touch yourself without my permission,” he drawled. “You can be as horny as you like, but you won't masturbate or touch your pussy until I do.”

Jamie's mouth fell open with a mixture of surprise and despair. “That's not fair. You can't enforce that.”

“I can,” he said. “I can spank your bottom bright red if I discover you've been pleasuring yourself on work time. Now come on, agent. We have a suspect to interrogate.”

“We do?”

“Yes,” Jack said. “He's a friend of the
Bramptons, a man with a military and criminal history as long as your arm.”

“I thought the military didn't let people with criminal records join.”

“That was the old days. They're a little more desperate for manpower the last decade or so,” Jack said. “Marlon Jones, the man we're going to be questioning, was picked up yesterday at the Bramptons’ address. He appeared to have been in the process of breaking and entering.”

*****

“I didn't stab Theodora Brampton.”

The statement came out of the mouth of a man who looked like he probably had stabbed Mrs
. Brampton. He looked the stabby kind. Mean, small eyes, a heavy brow and a wide set body that gave him the impression of a human bulldozer.

Jack knew well enough not to judge people by their covers. He did, however, occasionally judge them on their records, and Marlon Jones' record was a spotty one at best.
Several convictions for burglary, a couple for possession, one for dealing. None for any violent activity though, which was what lead Jack to consider believing the man.

“I used to know Lee a long time ago,” Marlon said. “We went to the same high school. He was the nerd, I was the jock.”

“You were friends?”

“Not really. We had an arrangement. He helped me pass tests. I made sure he didn't end up inside his locker.”

“And that arrangement carried over into adulthood?”

“About six months ago, I get a call from Lee. Says he wants to catch up. So we do. He's married now, got a house the size of a circus. I ask him what he wants from me. He asks if I can get him some drugs.”

“Which you did.”

“I don't want to incriminate myself...”

“Okay, so he asked you to get him some drugs.”

“Yeah,” Marlon said. “And he asked and he asked and then he ended up owing me some money. That's why I was at the house. I knew Lee was dead and I wanted my money. I was going to ask his lady, but she wasn't there, so I went in. The door wasn't locked.” He smirked at Jack and Jamie. “That's not breaking, is it? It's just entering, and you're allowed to enter.”

“So Mr. Brampton owed you money.”

“He owed everyone money,” Marlon said. “That big house, that wasn't his even. That was her family's house. Mr
. Brampton, Lee, he just married rich. But he was always borrowing money.”

“Mr
. Jones,” Jack said. “Without incriminating yourself, to your knowledge, did Lee Brampton have a drug addiction?”

“Did he have a drug addiction?” Marlon laughed. “Yeah, you could say he had a drug addiction. You could say he'd snort anything small enough to fit in his nose
, too.”

“Cocaine?”

“Cocaine, speed, glucose, heroin, oxy, ritalin, you name it, he snorted it.”

“Glucose?” Jamie asked the question.

“Yeah, straight sugar. He said it was good for a sugar rush.”

“What were Mr
. Brampton's religious beliefs, if any?” Jack moved on down the line of questions without so much as skipping a beat.

“We didn't really talk religion,” Marlon said. “We were more interested in the nearest score.”

“And did he score around the time of his death, as far as you're aware?”

“Not with me,” Marlon said. “He was into some new stuff.”

“New stuff?”

“I shouldn't be telling you this,” Marlon said, glancing around as if he might be overheard. “But Lee's dead and I don't owe anyone else my loyalty. There's this guy.
A chemist or something. Anyway, he has, like, I don't know, a group I guess. They call themselves Berserkers. And he gives them this drug and it makes them powerful. It's like, LSD and meth and mushrooms all rolled up into one.”

“Berserkers?”

“Like those crazy Norse fuckers,” Marlon said. “The ones who used to go on rampages, fucking shit up.”

“You have a name for this chemist?”

“They call him Einstein. That's all I know.”

“And how do you get the drug? How did Lee get the drug?”

“You have to be initiated. There's a ceremony. You take the drug and then you do something... Lee never told me what the something was. Just told me he was going to get a new life. He hated trying to fit in. He hated trying to be normal. He wanted to feel like he was on the battlefield. Had all these ideas about being an eternal warrior...” Marlon broke off. “Lee was pretty fucking nuts at the end there.”

“You wouldn't happen to have a name? Someone Lee might have been in contact with?”

“I don't rat,” Marlon said.

“Sure you don't,” Jack agreed. “Just say a name and we'll make sure you stay nice and not incriminated and not going back behind bars for a whole host of drug offenses.”

“Blaze.” Marlon said the name without hesitation. “And I didn't have anything to do with it, not that sick shit.”

“Thank you, Mr
. Jones,” Jack said, closing Marlon's file. “You've been very helpful.”

*****

“So he's going to get away with everything he just confessed to, right?” Jamie asked the question as they left the interview room.

“I don't care about some street level dealer. He gave us what we need,” Jack said, striding along. “That was the lead that breaks this case wide open.”

Jamie followed after him, barely keeping pace without running. “What are we doing?”

“We're going to talk to Agent
Mullaney. We're going to set up a sting. Infiltrate this group.”

Things happened fast from there. Jamie kept her mouth shut for the most part and trailed along as Jack briefed his colleagues about the information they had and what they planned to do. A sting operation was agreed upon. There was only one question. Who was going to go in undercover?

“What about her?” Agent Mullaney, a mustachioed man with a gruff demeanor and a picture of his entire extended family on his desk, pointed at Jamie.

“No,” Jack said firmly. “Jamie is a rookie. She is not going undercover on this.”

“She's perfect for it,” Mullaney said. “She's a trained agent familiar with the case. We don't have to waste time briefing someone else. Give her some acid washed jeans, grease up her hair and she'll look like any street kid.”

“Thanks,” Jamie said dryly.

“Seriously,” Mullaney continued. “If this guy is recruiting, which he has to, seeing as his members keep dying, then he'll be on the lookout for strays like her. She can use the informant's information to get in with the group, and then she can get us a lead on the kingpin.”

“It's too dangerous,” Jack refused flatly.

Mullaney gave him a keen look. One that made Jamie's heart sink. “Is she an FBI agent or your girlfriend?”

The question shut Jack up for all of a minute. “They know who she is.
Someone broke into her apartment, remember? Left a calling card?”

“She's not going to go in there looking like herself,”
Mullaney replied. “We'll get her a false nose, make-up for the teeth, clothes, etc.”

“I'll do it,” Jamie said, interrupting before there could be any more arguing, before
she and Jack could be outted as more than case agent and rookie. “I'll have a wire, right? If anything goes wrong, you'll come get me.”

“Sure we will,”
Mullaney said. “Now let's go and get these scumbags already.”

*****

Jamie didn't recognize herself once they were done with her. A prosthetic rubber nose glued in place over her own changed her appearance significantly, as did thick layers of silicone based make-up in the form of sores and acne. Her teeth were painted yellow brown to match the kind of wear seen in junkies and she was dressed in clothing so worn and old that it had probably come off a body somewhere. She didn't ask about that. She didn't want to know.