Rescuing Regina (8 page)

“Regina—”

“It’s okay, Cole.” I dropped to my knees. “It’s what we both want. Let me please you.”

I waited until he nodded before I undid his pants and took him out. He was long and thick and my pussy clenched at the sight.

One day, Cole would meet his special lady. In my head, she was blonde and thin and perfect—everything I was not. “Fuck you, sister,” I thought. Cole could wait for her all he wanted, but right now he was mine, and after all the kinky shit I’d done, I’d earned a reward.

Taking a deep breath, I sucked him down.

I used every trick I knew, licking as I bobbed my head. Above me, Cole’s great body tensed. His head fell back and fingers gripped the couch cushions.

He gasped my name as he came and I swallowed.

“That was…”

“Just part of my duties. Shall I add cock service to the regular schedule, sir?”

Cole didn’t answer. Instead, his long finger teased down the neckline of my maid’s outfit. I let him pull it down, jutting out my breasts as he played with my nipples. I never thought I’d be so happy on my knees, topless with a plug in my ass, but my drippy pussy had no complaints. One touch to my clit and I would explode.

I sighed when he pulled my top up. “Back to work. I have things to do.”

“Whatever you say, sir.” I smirked. I was hoping he’d order me to the bedroom, but the week was still young. I felt his eyes follow me out of the room.

Two days passed, and despite my best efforts, Cole never again lost control. Oh, sure, he had me kneel and suck him off, almost every day. Sometimes he got me off, sometimes he didn’t. But it didn’t get me any closer to what I really wanted.

Every day I came within inches of breaking down and begging, ‘Please just have sex with me!’ Days became endless agony. For every sexual torment or humiliation Cole put me through, I imagined a thousand more. Each time he put his hands between my legs, I was a sopping mess.

The nights were ten times worse. If I went to bed without him, I’d lay awake listening for him to come home, open the fridge and eat whatever I’d left for him, then come into the bedroom. My heart always beat faster—maybe this would be the night! But no. And it turns out sleeping with your dream man without being able to actually
sleep
with him means little rest. For both of us.

One night, I tossed and turned but couldn’t get to sleep. Cole threw a heavy leg over mine to keep me still. I thought he would sleep then, but he lay awake with me, stroking my chest under the nightshirt.

“Please stop,” I said and his hand stilled.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, I do. Too much. Never mind, keep going. And if you want to warm up your dick, feel free to climb on. I’m clean, and on birth control. You don’t even need a condom.”

His deep sigh stirred my hair. I pressed my lips together against anger, or tears, or both. If Cole didn’t want me, why was he keeping me around? I wasn’t his dream woman, but did I have to be her placeholder, only fit to warm her side of the bed?

“Why don’t you just make me sleep somewhere else?”

He pushed his face into my hair. I didn’t want him to speak, to break the spell. But I had to know.

“I used to lie awake thinking about you. I worried all the time.”

I pressed my body back against him and he groaned.

“You have no idea how good it feels to have you here. In my bed, I know you’re safe from almost everything.”

I wondered what he meant by ‘almost everything.’ “Of course I’m safe. I’m always safe when I’m with you.”

He remained quiet so long I thought he’d fallen asleep. But right before my own sleep took me, I heard him whisper, “I hope so.”

***

After a few days living with Cole, it made sense why he never had a steady girlfriend. His work schedule would try the most understanding woman’s patience. Not mine, though. I didn’t feel that I deserved his attention in the first place. I genuinely began to think of how I could make his life easier. Not that I’d ever admit it. I took every opportunity to annoy the hell out of him. I seemed to have the knack.

One day, I walked into the kitchen and found his gun, badge and handcuffs on the table. Cole was in the other room on the phone. I’d never held a gun before, and there it lay on the table, black and dangerous. My fingers itched to touch the forbidden. Had Cole ever had to use it?

I knew there was a dark side to Licking Hole. I’d flirted with it, literally—I’d dated a boy who worked in his father’s shady business. Donnie DeMarco bragged about it to me as if it was funny, but when I met his father, I felt the undercurrent of violence. Donnie’s father was nice to me, but was full of hate for the people he chose to cheat. He talked about society like it was a club he couldn’t join. Us and them.

I dumped Donnie so I didn’t have to watch his father teach him that hate.

When I started embezzling, I wondered how much he had taught me. Was my past a black hole, just waiting to suck me in?

I reached for the gun, diverting at the last second to pick up the handcuffs. Like so many other kids I grew up with, I’d come close to wearing these for real. Only Cole kept that from happening.

A hand wrapped around my throat from behind. Cole’s body pressed against my back, hard and dominating. I dropped the handcuffs with a clatter.

“Gah! How are you so quiet?”

The heat at my back, and hand at my neck made me still. Cole’s breath hit my ear.

“What are you doing, Regina?”

“Tidying up.”

“Do I really have to tell you not to touch my gear?”

“It’s not my fault you leave your stuff lying around everywhere.”

I swallowed hard. My pulse beat against his palm.

“You were thinking about touching my gun, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, breathless. “You know me. I’m always ready to touch your…gun.”

He laughed softly. “Naughty girl. What am I going to do with you?”

“If I can make a suggestion—”

“No.” He stepped back, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me into the living room.

“Kneel,” he ordered. I did, looking up at him.

He cuffed one of my arms to the coffee table. I’d set a laundry basket full of clean clothes to be folded on the coach, and he dumped these onto my lap.

“Here. You wanted to touch my stuff.”

He sat on the couch and I folded laundry at his feet. It was a bitch with one of my hands secured, and I complained about it until he ordered me to shut up. I did, for a few seconds.

“Have you ever fired your gun?”

He raised a brow at me from behind the papers he was reading. “I plead the fifth.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m a cop. Of course I’ve fired a gun.”

“But I mean, have you fired that one? At someone?” He looked at me with a face of stone, and I felt a chill. “Oh my god, you have, haven’t you?”

He kept reading his papers, and I fell silent. I didn’t want to know. I wracked my brain for a way to change the mood.

“What about a car chase? Have you done many of those?”

“This is Licking Hole, not the Dukes of Hazzard.”

“Not even for a beer run at half time?” I joked, and got a stern look from over his laptop screen.

“Power is wasted on you responsible types,” I muttered, angling my body to fold one of Cole’s t-shirts.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“If I was a cop, I’d speed everywhere. Pretend I was chasing people.”

“If you were a cop, society would be doomed.”

“Hey! I’d be amazing.”

“You just told me how you’d abuse your power.”

“I can be responsible when I put my mind to it.”

He raised a brow

“Okay, not really. But I’m learning.”

“Yes, you are. And that, my dear, is why you are handcuffed to the coffee table, folding my laundry at my feet.” He leaned down to kiss me. I let him. I wanted to comment on how turned on I got by humiliation, but had a feeling he already knew.

Just sitting at his feet made me wet.

“What is the point of folding clothes? You’re just going to wear them the next day.”

In answer he got up, left the room, and returned with the ball gag.

“Open.” He fixed the straps around my head while I tried to kill him with my eyes.

“I hate you, you bastard,” I said. With the gag it came out “uh huh huh, huh huh huh.”

“Be polite.” He wagged a finger in my face.

“Urr.”

***

“We need to talk.”

I finished clearing away his breakfast and danced over with a coffee refill. I’d gotten pretty graceful on the high, high heels.

Cole motioned me to sit.

“It’s been a week, and I’d like to talk about what happens next.”

A week of humiliations and perpetual horniness. I got my fair share of orgasms, and so did Cole, but I hadn’t gotten him inside me in the way it really counted. I wasn’t looking for a declaration of love. Or maybe I was. But I’d settle for a declaration of lust.

“Regina, are you listening to me?”

“What? Yes! Just say the last thing you just said again.”

“I told you Monday you start volunteering.”

“Where?”

“I haven’t decided. But you don’t need to know. You just need to be ready.”

“Fine. You sure I just couldn’t be your secretary? I’ll wear stockings and garters and kitten heel pumps. And blow you under the desk.”

“No.” He shook his head. He proffered his coffee cup. I sighed and filled it, ignoring how serving him made my pussy clench.

“Oh, why not?” I pouted as I finished pouring.

“Conflict of interest,” he grunted. “People think we’re living together. I can’t pull strings to hire you.”

“As if there isn’t enough nepotism going on around here.” I grouched. “I’d be so good, too.” I put a hand to my ear pretending it was a phone. “Welcome to Licking Bottom, how can I help you?”

Cole spat coffee into his newspaper. I watched in delight as he sputtered. “Regina, what the hell?”

I made sure I was out of arm’s reach but couldn’t stop my grin.

“Very funny,” Cole said through clenched teeth, dabbing a napkin at his wet suit. He rose and went off to change. As he passed me, he smacked my ass so hard I jumped.

“You love it!” I called after him.

I was on hands and knees, wiping the mess off the floor when two polished shoes stopped in front of me.

“I’m off to the meeting,” he said, and hesitated.

“What?” I rose up to tall knees. He looked so handsome in his uniform. The last sheriff had opted to wear a suit most of the time, emphasizing the time he spent in meetings versus patrolling like a regular cop. No matter how busy he got, Cole took a shift on the regular beat every week. Just his way of keeping his finger on the pulse of the community, he told me. The night he’d caught me he’d been on patrol.

“I’ll be back pretty late. I may not have time to get you to your mom’s.”

His truck sat in the driveway and the keys were hanging by the door, but I didn’t mention that. He probably wasn’t ready to trust me driving his vehicle. Smart man.

“Do you think you can wait until tomorrow morning to see your mom?”

I checked in with my gut, and the biggest feeling was relief. “I think so.”

Cole studied me. I had the feeling he’d known I’d be glad to skip a visit.

“You’re a good daughter,” he said.

I scrambled to my feet, mumbling something about getting the laundry. Cole caught my arm, halting me mid-escape.

“I mean it. You’ve done the best you can. No mother could ask for more.”

I sucked in a breath, praying my tears wouldn’t fall. Turning my back to Cole, I said, “I don’t know about that. I could make a bunch of money and buy her a house. Or at least send her on a cruise.”

Cole wrapped his arms around me. I fixed my eyes forward. If I looked back at him, I’d burst into tears.

“All’s I need is a few grand,” I added.

“Oh yeah? How are you going to earn that?

“I once dated a guy whose dad owned a chop shop. I bet I could get some money off parts of your truck.”

He spun me around. “Are you seriously joking about that?”

I giggled.

“Young lady, you’re gonna regret that.”

I grinned at his furious expression. “You’re going to be late.”

Glancing at the clock, he bit back a curse.

“Wait here.”

He stomped off, and I heard him on his cell, explaining he was running behind schedule. When he returned to the kitchen, he still looked pissed.

Excellent.

With a snap of his fingers, he ordered me to stand in front of him. “I’ll be back tonight, but even if I’m not, you’re going to behave.”

“Always, sir.” I fluttered my lashes.

“Just to make sure…” He fixed the ball gag around my head. Then he cuffed my hands behind my back.

“Ut uh ‘ell?” I screamed as best I could through the gag.

“This should keep you busy and out of trouble.”

I glowered even as he kissed my head.

“I’ll bring sandwiches for dinner. Oh, and Regina,” he called halfway to the door.

“Oooh?”

“Don’t forget the laundry.”

***

After a half hour of handcuff hell, I glanced out the window and realized Cole hadn’t left. He sat in his patrol car, a cell phone at his ear. I stood and made sad puppy eyes at him until he glanced up. He sighed and exited the car. The first thing he did when he returned was undo the gag and the handcuffs. I massaged my jaw as he chafed my wrists.

“Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. As much as I liked goading Cole, I didn’t want a repeat of the past half hour. “You didn’t leave?” A part of me guessed he wouldn’t leave me so helpless.

“I’m going to go now. I wanted you to know that tomorrow you start volunteering.”

“You chose a place?”

“Nope. Mr. Roberts did.”

My gut clenched like I’d been kicked. “Is he…is he very angry with me?”

“Not gonna lie, Regina. When he first found out you took the money, he was hurt. Not angry, though. He cares about you, almost like a daughter.”