Phoenix Rising I (17 page)

“Thank you, Maverick.” She gave one last glance around her home. “You can call me Juliana.”

Chapter Two

Maverick’s house was as neat and tidy as he was. Juliana stood in the front entryway, looking around, feeling somewhat like a trespasser, even though Maverick had given her his thumbprint on a temporary key card so she could get inside. He’d handed it to her while his partner wasn’t looking, also giving her twenty currency notes for a hover cab and his business card with his address and work number on it. She shivered, remembering how warm his hand had been when he touched her. Never one for fanciful thinking, Juliana had been surprised when she felt what could only be called a ‘spark of desire striking her to the core.’

“It’s definitely been too long since I’ve had sex if I’m thinking like this,” she said to herself. What was with her today? Her libido had suddenly gone into rocket launch after five years of abstinence.

Gaining the nerve, she began to explore deeper into the officer’s home. The place was extremely modest compared to the home she’d made with Jeff, but at least it was welcoming despite the unfinished hardwood floors and evidence of minor remodeling. Her house had become a cold, empty shell--one more focused on impressing others than being lived in.

From what he’d done so far to the walls and molding, she could tell, Maverick had an eye for retro-Earth. However, the home definitely belonged to a single man if the lack of feminine touches were any indication. It was two stories, with a nice open staircase and hardwood floors. Thick, straight curtains hung over holographic windows, which gave pictures of lush green countryside and wide purple-tinted skies. The curtains stirred and she realized they were sense enhancing holographic windows, very high dollar to have installed. They gave every impression of sights, sounds, feelings and smells of whatever alien landscape was programmed into them. She switched through the settings, seeing the scenes change over a dozen times--red earth and barren lands, high mountains with green tinted peaks, city landscapes, deep space. She even found a setting with graphic male content, where a humanoid woman slowly striped her clothes off. Juliana giggled to think of Maverick watching it.

A plain green couch was in the living room before a giant viewing screen. The pillows on it were slightly faded and the wrong shade to compliment the couch’s color. There were pictures on the wall of what looked like a big, close family and Maverick with other officers, but no one who could be mistaken for a girlfriend. The electronic calendar in his office had work shifts written down, but no dates with anyone.

Juliana smiled as she pushed the selection button on the big viewing screen. A large collection menu of old Earth transmissions popped up, split into a variety of categories. The man had a lot of old action and horror films. There was also some porn, but nothing more risqué than a humanoid threesome. Juliana could see the appeal of watching, but she wasn’t one for joining in on such a thing.

Juliana tried to watch movies for an hour, but was too preoccupied to do much. Glancing around the home, she looked at the stairs. She hadn’t explored up there yet and though she knew she shouldn’t snoop, she couldn’t seem to stop herself. Curiosity got the best of her. Upstairs, she looked through his bedroom. Luckily, his furniture was of a very old style and didn’t require a hand scan to open. Everything was tidy, just like the downstairs. Even his dresser drawers were organized, every piece of clothing perfectly folded. Lifting a pair of tight blue underwear from the drawer, she smiled.

“So this is what a cop has on under his uniform,” she mused.

Going to the next drawer, she pulled out a pair of metal handcuffs. Great, like she needed the image of Maverick handcuffed to the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of tight underwear molding his perfect ass. It was bad enough she already had feelings of appreciation for him without adding erotic images of him in sordid positions. She again had the urge to get arrested. Jeff had never been into kinky stuff in the bedroom. Juliana wished she could say it felt strange thinking of another man in her bed. But the truth was her marriage hadn’t been a marriage for nearly five years and she’d fantasized plenty in that time. There was no harm in fantasy, so long as she didn’t act upon it.

Running her hand along one of the walls, it didn’t take long to find the right spot to open the wardrobe hidden in the wall. There were a couple police uniforms hanging next to some dress shirts and an overabundance of leisure shirts and jumpsuits. The colors were muted, not at all like the bright yellow and orange ones that were currently in style.

Reaching to her neck, she lightly tapped her necklace as she glanced around. There weren’t any security knobs in the room, or in the house for that matter. A lot of people didn’t like to have their lives recorded, especially after the underground scanner thief ring was caught. People’s lives were recorded on security scanners only to have the images hacked and stolen. They were taken and sold at the Black Market on Torgan. She couldn’t imagine the most embarrassing, intimate moments being handed around to be watched at parties.

Not really thinking of her actions, Juliana slipped out of her simple blue day dress and pulled on a uniform shirt. It was big on her slender frame. She went before the mirror, checking herself out. Her black lace bra, matching panties and thigh high panty hose peeked through where the shirt fell open. Pulling the clip out of her hair, she let her long dark curls spill over her shoulders. She grabbed an officer’s hat off Maverick’s dresser and put it on, pulling it low on her brow as she picked up his handcuffs. Swinging the cuff back and forth on her finger, she tried to give a determined, sassy look in the mirror. She still wore her high heel shoes. They made her legs look really long. She stepped her feet apart into an aggressive stance.

“You are under arrest. Spread ‘em.” Juliana giggled, mimicking the old fashioned cop she’d just watched on Maverick’s viewing screen. She lowered her voice to try again. “I said to get on your knees, scumbag. You are under arrest. Officer Juliana is here to take you down.”

Watching herself in the mirror, she slowly ran her hand down her flat stomach. There was something very empowering about wearing the uniform shirt. She could easily understand why people wanted to be police officers. Seeing some of Maverick’s cologne, she sprayed it into the air. It tickled her breasts as it gently fell on her chest. The air instantly smelled like him. She took off the hat and walked around the room, aroused by the starched shirt against her skin. It brushed over her lacy bra, teasing her nipples.

Sitting on his bed, she pulled the nightstand drawer open. The first thing she saw was a laser handgun, but she knew better than to touch it. The thing wouldn’t respond to her hand anyway.

A slow smile crept over her face as she pulled the drawer out a little further. “Well, well, well, Mr. Officer. What do we have here?”

There was a half empty tube of blue lubricant, a pair of padded black handcuffs, a leather cock ring and nipple clamps. She bit her lip. There was some kind of sleeve, the pink lips of a woman’s vagina molded in a synthetic skin on one side. A naked woman’s picture stared up at her from the outside of a magazine chip.

So, Maverick liked to play, did he? Closing her eyes, she could just see him on the bed, fucking the moist sleeve as he masturbated. Did he put on the nipple clamps, too? Or were the other toys for his lovers? Did the man have lovers? Or was this evidence that he was as alone as she felt?

Pulling the drawer open all the way, Juliana gasped as a small rubber dildo rolled into view. She’d never known a man to have one of those toys before. It was long and skinny, too skinny for any woman to pick out. She didn’t touch it either.

This was too much. Surely, Maverick’s hospitality shouldn’t be repaid with her snooping. What had gotten into her? She really shouldn’t be looking through his belongings and trying on his clothes. But, then, maybe he wouldn’t mind. He had given her the key to his home. Maybe he wanted her to look. People did snoop and she was only human. Maverick would know that, being in the people profession he was in. On the other hand, he wasn’t there to know she was doing it.

Feeling free for the first time in eight years, she couldn’t help but be aroused by the sheer naughtiness of going through a police officer’s private drawers. Just seeing the toys, knowing that Maverick had used some of them on himself, only excited her more.

Juliana lay back on his bed, wondering if he masturbated there often. It seemed strange to think a man as handsome as Maverick would resort to that on a regular basis. The man was drop dead sexy and probably had women lining up to be with him.

Then again, maybe he didn’t take them up on the offer. She was married and she hadn’t been touched in nearly five years, except by herself. It wasn’t like she didn’t get offers. She did and often. What a fool she was not to take some of them! She’d been taking care of her own needs for so long just because of some marriage vows that had lost meaning long ago.

“Maverick,” she moaned, smelling his cologne. With the toys she found in the nightstand he had to be a bit of a freak in the bedroom. Surely, Officer Sexy would know how to please a woman.

Juliana closed her eyes, almost desperate to be touched. It had been so long since she’d had sex that she couldn’t help but imagine what kind of lover Maverick would be. Would he be rough and aggressive? Did he like to handcuff his partner? Or did he get enough of that at work? Maybe he liked to be cuffed. Maybe his fantasy was to be the one being arrested, dominated. Was that why he didn’t have dates lined up on his calendar? Did he have trouble finding a woman confident enough to tie him up, strap on his dildo and ride him to release? Or maybe the dildo was for the women’s pleasure. Maybe he used it to tease while he had them trapped to his will.

Juliana ran her hand down her stomach, dipping her fingers down her lace panties. Stroking her body, she parted the wet folds of her sex. Just thinking of Maverick, the idea of him, was arousing beyond measure. He’d been so kind to her today, more so than he had to be. She wasn’t stupid. She had seen the interest in his eyes when he looked at her. The attraction was there. He might never take it further, but the attraction was there. If she were to prod him in the right direction, she’d bet she could get him to pull out his toys.

So what if it was wrong of her to wear this man’s uniform and pleasure herself on his bed? She cringed to think of how many years she had spent holding the torch for a dead marriage. Juliana knew she was still in shock over her marriage finally ending. She knew she had a rough road to face and that tears of frustration were in her near future. It wouldn’t be easy having to start over. At thirty-three she was hardly old, but try telling that to men like Jeff and his twenty-year old aerobics instructor.

If she was honest, she’d known that this was coming. Juliana refused to let it get her down. She was pretty, mature and smart. And, best of all, it wasn’t too late for her. She was just hitting her sexual peak. Years of pleasure stretched out ahead of her and she was free to embrace them.

The realization hit her like a bright light. She wiggled her hips on the bed, stroking harder and faster, reaching a finger up inside her body to hit the sweet spot that always made her come. Her nipples ached and her body wanted more--much more. It was time to make up for lost years. She wanted to be dominated, tied up, pleasured and she wanted Maverick to be the one to do it.

Seeing Maverick’s officer’s cap on the dresser where she’d left it, she stared at it as she grabbed at her chest. The pleasure of oncoming release felt too good. She couldn’t stop, even as she longed for Maverick to be there with her. Moaning in delight, she orgasmed against her hand.

Afterward, she slowly came back to her senses. She turned on her side, breathing hard. What was she thinking? Doing this? Here? Being human, it was natural to be curious and to have fantasies, but she did her best to suppress any such urges. No matter how much she wanted Maverick, she couldn’t go through with any of her fantasies of him. He would just have to stay in her head where he belonged.

* * * *

By the time Maverick got home from work, she’d tidied up his bedroom. Everything was back in place. He’d never know she had been in there unless she told him. She doubted she would. Juliana liked having the naughty secret.

She had taken a shower and cooked dinner. Food was always a great tool for saying thank you to someone. Most of her clothes were now in storage, but she did manage to dig a navy blue corset and matching thong underwear from her suitcase. The corset was perfect for her black spaghetti strap dress with the tighter waist. She’d started wearing the sexy underwear about four years ago, when she still wanted to make Jeff notice her. He’d never noticed, but she’d never stopped buying it.

Maverick pulled off his jacket when he stepped in the door. Juliana shivered. She’d been thinking about him in that uniform all day. Setting a bag on the floor, he nodded at her. His eyes lingered on her dress, slowly sweeping down before he caught himself staring and turned away. “Sorry I didn’t call to check on you today. There were a lot of calls and we were pretty busy.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Juliana said, letting her voice lower just slightly. Her body tingled and her panties were already wet with longing. She really wished her body would turn off once and for all.

Juliana hadn’t expected him to check in on her while he was at work. In fact, she hadn’t thought past getting him into bed--bad, bad thoughts she needed to banish from her mind. Curious, she glanced down his muscular frame to his trim waist. The slight bulge of his cock pressed against the dark material, but it was only a tease. She drew her eyes away. What was it about this man that made all coherent thoughts leave her? It was like she had turned into a sex kitten all of a sudden and could think of nothing else.

“Did you find everything all right?” he asked, drawing her attention back to the conversation.