Her Officer in Charge (8 page)

“When I give an order I expect it to be obeyed without hesitation,” he said sharply.

“Sorry, sir.”

With her jeans still around her legs, trying to wriggle herself into the position he’d described wasn’t easy. She could feel his eyes on her, and it occurred to her that the instruction was designed to underline his authority, and to help her sink into her submissive role.

“Place your hands around my ankles,” he instructed, moving his feet near her head.

She stared at the polished black shoes, and as she grabbed his ankles she felt the long-lost, but wonderfully familiar, cloak of capitulation. It swept through her like a warm breeze on a cool spring night, and, closing her eyes, she released a long, deep sigh.

“Sir,” she whimpered.

“If you wish to speak, you must ask permission.”

“Sir, permission to speak, please, sir.”

“In a moment.”

Staring down at the gorgeous girl draped over the side of the bed, he reached down and stroked her back with his fingertips, delighting in the softness of her skin. His cock suddenly felt as if it was about to spontaneously combust, and though he would have been happy to stand there and soak in the glorious sight for endless minutes, he knew he had to move on.

“Release my ankles,” he said softly.

When her fingers slipped away, he moved across the room and entered his closet, unlocking the cabinet containing his toys and implements, carefully selecting his paddle of choice. Quickly returning, he smoothed the hard leather over her bottom and the backs of her thighs.

“You may speak.”

“Sir, I, uh, I’m feeling overwhelmed, but it’s not what you’re doing, it’s that it’s you doing it.”

Vince felt his heart fill like a balloon on a helium tank. He wanted to throw the paddle aside, sweep her into his arms, and make love to her with the built-up passion that had been burning through his soul since the moment he’d laid eyes on her, but she wanted to feel his power and control. He wasn’t going to disappoint her.

“Bella,” he said softly. “I feel the same, but right now we have some unfinished business.”

“Yes, sir. I just had to tell you how I feel.”

“I’m glad you did,” he replied, “and now I’m going to paddle you. Do you know why?”

“Uh, because you want to?”

“I certainly do, but I’m also going to heat up your bottom again because of your behavior this afternoon. You were outrageously rude and unprofessional. Even when I came out to the car and offered you an olive branch, you shut me down,” he scolded. “But Bella, you must ask me to do this.”

“Oh, sir,” she murmured, a fresh wave of heat passing through her sex at his command, “please, will you, uh, oh, dear, paddle me?”

“Indeed I will. Take hold of my ankles.”

Her fingers wrapped around him, and as he shimmied her panties down her legs, he heard her utter a strange mewling sound.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

Raising the paddle, he landed it on her right cheek with a practiced flick of his wrist. Her fingers clutched his ankles, and just as he was about to land another, she spoke.

“Thank you, sir, thank you.”

A surge of energy pushed him forward, and as he continued with a slow regular pace, she thanked him after every stroke.

“Is your skin burning?” he asked, pausing after a dozen or so swats.

“Yes, sir,” she gasped.

“I can see your bottom isn’t the only part of you that’s hot,” he remarked, gazing at the slick shine between her legs.

“No, sir,” she murmured.

“I didn’t punish the backs of your thighs, but I think your attitude is deserving of something a bit extra, don’t you, Bella?”

“Oh, sir, if you think so.”

“I don’t take kindly to young women treating me with such disrespect, and if I handle it now, I’m not going to have to worry in the future, am I?”

“No, sir, you won’t, I swear,” she promised. “I, uh, I’ve never had someone smack there.”

“Ah, well then, I suggest you grip my ankles tightly, and remember just how incredibly rude you were.”

“I remember, sir, and I don’t know what got into me.”

“Whatever it was, I suspect it will not be returning,” he declared, gliding the paddle across the top of her thigh.

It hit her skin with a keen bite, and she yowled her protest. When it slapped her opposite thigh, he heard her hiss through her teeth.

“Rude girls,” he began, slowly swatting back and forth, “should understand that their nasty comments carry consequences. Next time you decide to be sarcastic and cop an attitude, I hope you’ll remember this.”

“I will,” she gasped.

His spanking hand had stung, but the paddle carried a heavier, hotter, keener pain, and she bit her lip to stop from crying out. She wanted to beg him to stop, but she knew it would make no difference, and could even push him into paddling her further.

“Your thighs are turning a very nice shade,” he declared, “and I’m sure they’re already quite sore.”

“Oh, they are, sir,” she whimpered.

“Yes,” he said calmly, continuing to swat back and forth, “even a girl with a tongue as sharp as yours will pay attention to this particular punishment.”

“Yes,” she groaned, “yes, it’s not sharp anymore, I swear.”

“A few more good ones to make sure. If I have to punish you again for being bad-mannered, I won’t be happy.”

Moving the paddle up to her cheeks, he landed lighter strikes, but delivered them rapidly, making her squirm and gyrate. Then, finally satisfied, he dropped the paddle on the bed, moved his hand over her hot, burnt cheeks, then slipped his fingers into her sex.

“Soaking,” he muttered. “Totally soaking.”

“Oh, sir,” she moaned, “permission to speak?”

“Granted.”

“Thank you for… everything.”

“Release my ankles.”

As her fingers dropped away, he crouched down, grabbed a fistful of hair, and pulled her head back.

“Look at me,” he growled.

Raising her eyes, she stared back at him.

“Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Who am I?”

“My dominant, sir, if you’ll have me. Please, will you have me?”

“I’ll be strict, but I will also be kind,” he said warmly, “but Bella, let there be no mistake, I won’t hesitate to spank you, and I’ll expect obedience.”

“Yes, sir, I’ll do my best, I promise.”

Releasing her hair, he helped her on to the bed, quickly stripped off her clothes, then sat next to her, gazing at her glorious nakedness.

“You are beautiful, Bella, and I do love to tease,” he murmured, dropping his fingers against her swollen pussy, “and you, young lady, are going to learn patience.”

Chapter Ten

Stretching out next to her, he pulled her into his arms, breathing in her fragrance and relishing the feel of her skin next to his, then suddenly his mouth was devouring hers. She lifted her arms around him, clinging tightly, responding with an ardent need as he lingered his lips, gliding them warmly, then aggressively, then gently, before traveling them to her neck and down to her breasts. She was moaning softly, but when his fingers slid inside her pussy and began massaging her clit, her moans became a plaintive cry of need.

“Sir, that’s… ooh… sir, I want you so much!”

Listening to her mews and pleas, he continued to toy with her, then pressed his finger deep inside her warm, moist recess, making her wriggle against his hand.

“You’re almost ready for me,” he growled.

“I am now, so ready, please take me.”

“I’m going to, but not until I hear you beg, really beg.”

“But I am begging you, sir,” she pleaded. “I want you so badly. I do, please believe me.”

“That was lovely,” he murmured, “and I do believe you.”

Rising to his knees, he placed himself between her legs and gently separated her cunt lips with his thumbs; her pink, glistening flesh stared back at him. Reaching across to the nightstand, he slid out the drawer and retrieved a condom. Deftly sliding it over his turgid cock, he held himself at her needy entrance, teased for a moment, then pushed home with a forceful, slow thrust. Locking his hands around her hips, he held her still as he continued with strong, determined strokes.

Bella was lost in a sea of scintillating sensation. His control of her body was like nothing she’d felt. He was taking her, using her as he wished, his cock was consuming her, and, closing her eyes, she could feel the orgasm that had hovered during his tantalizing play, already threatening to break.

“Sir,” she bleated. “I can feel it.”

He paused, and leaving himself buried in her depths he lowered his lips to her breasts and began to tongue her sharp, pink peaks. She lifted her chest to meet his mouth, and he leisurely lapped, delighting in her grateful groans, then slowly pulling back, he withdrew his cock and rolled her over.

“On your hands and knees,” he said firmly, lustfully eyeing her reddened behind.

She settled into position, and after pulling her into his pelvis, he released her hips and moved his palms across her glowing seat. She wiggled it back at him as if asking for his hot hand, and happy to oblige, he slapped her rosy-red cheeks as he snaked back into her hot, slippery canal.

“Such a gorgeous ass,” he crooned. “Get used to the sting, Bella, I’ll be spanking you often.”

His promise sent a fresh wave of energy through her body, and bucking back, she let out a wail.

“Fuck me, please, please, fuck me hard?”

His fingers pressed into her flesh as he clutched her hips, and, letting himself go, he pumped ferociously, feeling his growing climax as he thrilled to the joyous sounds coming from the beautiful girl below him.

“Your orgasm belongs to me,” he declared. “Give it up, give it to me now.”

Lost in the erotic fire flaming through her, Bella had barely heard the words, but they’d registered. No one had ever claimed ownership of her release, and the command rattled through her mind, down her body, and landed in her sex. Her fingers curling around the sheets, she held her breath, waiting for the eruption, and when it catapulted through her, she buried her head in the pillows to stifle her cries.

Her pussy was milking him, pulsing against his cock, demanding his cream, and with her muffled wails urging him on, he surrendered to the sweeping spasms. He was joined to her, linked for a fleeting moment by their sublime pleasure, but then the convulsions began to subside and he saw her taut body grow limp. Slipping from her exquisite channel, he fell beside her and pulled her against him, nestling her in his arms.

They laid quietly, catching their breath, lost in the post-orgasmic bliss, both slightly stunned at the events of the night. It was Bella who was the first to speak.

“This is all so strange,” she breathed, “almost like some kind of miracle.”

“I have to agree,” he muttered. “That’s exactly what it is.”

The words shrouded them as they continued to rest, their limbs intertwined, until Bella shifted and propped herself up on an elbow.

“Scott will be amazed when I tell him about this.”

“Scott,” he muttered
.

“He’s always telling me I need a strong man in my life,” she sighed. “He’s right, of course.”

“How did you connect with him?” he asked casually.

“It was months ago. The musician who helped me produce the show tapes was my first sound man, but he left to go on tour. Talk about panic stations. I put the word out at the various clubs, posted notices whenever I saw one of those corkboards at guitar shops and music stores, and told the event planners I work with, of course.”

“Did Scott say where he saw your ad?”

“Um, I don’t remember, sorry. I think I assumed it was a club because he’s a musician.”

“Have you ever seen his band play?”

“No. They’re not gigging right now because they’re recording, and Scott said their drummer makes his living working with a top-forty band so they can’t get together to play on weekends.”

“Have you heard any of the band’s CD?”

“No, I haven’t. Why so many questions?”

“Before I answer that, just a couple more. Have you ever met his family or his friends, and have you ever been to his house?”

“This is weird,” she mumbled.

“Can you answer yes to any of those questions?”

“Um, no, I guess I can’t, though I did meet the band’s manager once. It was a while ago. I can’t remember his name. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure we were officially introduced. It was just a quick hello, but there’s no reason I would meet his friends or go to his apartment. We meet up when I’m working, and that’s the extent of our relationship. What’s this about?”

“I’m just a bit concerned. There’s been a tightening of security recently, and as a matter of course we do background checks. Scott’s wasn’t great.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry, that’s all I can say,” he replied, wishing he could tell her everything. “It may be nothing, but as I said, it does concern me.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” she smiled. “Scott is so sweet. I’ve spent hours on the road with him over the last few months, and he’s never been anything but wonderful.”

“The thing is,” Vince began thinking on his feet, “the powers that be want to do more checking. I’m sure he’s everything you say, but would you mind sticking with me while you’re here? Until I know more about him, I’d just feel better.”

“You’re so protective, and I love it,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Yes, of course, but I’m sure they won’t find anything, and I should have called him, darn it. He’s supposed to be coming back to the base to pick me up.”

“Yes, you should have, and you’d better, and make sure he knows he’s invited to watch the war games tomorrow night.”

“Vince, do you have any idea what my background check showed?”

“That you are a very naughty girl who needs regular discipline,” he replied sternly.

“It did not,” she laughed, playfully punching him.

“Yes, it did,” he declared. “A couple of speeding tickets, unpaid parking fines, a few late payments on credit cards. Naughty, naughty.”

“I get busy,” she said defensively. “Do you know how hard it is to keep a show like mine running? Not to mention my hypnotherapy clients.”