Safeword: Matte - In Training (17 page)

The officer read it, raised his eyes to Mr.
Masterson, and said, “You struck your eleven year old son across
the face in front of a court ordered social worker, and then you
came to your wife’s attorney’s office to try to force her to tell
you where your wife and children are living?”

He shook his head and muttered, “Idiot,”
under his breath before finishing the interview and promising Sam
he’d have the report written up in time for someone to pick it up
first thing Monday morning. Sam didn’t press charges, she only
wanted the incident documented so she could enter it as evidence to
show his character, so when Jackson escorted Mr. Masterson out of
the building Sam finished her paperwork and walked to the
courthouse. She obtained the temporary restraining order and
arranged for Mr. Masterson to be served the papers as soon as
possible.

She called Ethan
wh
en she finished. “I’ve had a full day
and I’m just now headed home. Any chance we can go for a run this
evening before we get started?”

“What happened?”

“It’s a long story, and one I should tell
you in person.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yep, not a scratch on me. Where are
you?”

“We’re just about finished here and I’m not
far from your house. I can get them to drop me off on their way
back to the shop, if you can take me to get my truck at some
point.”

“That sounds great. Are you too tired for a
run?” If he was on a job then he’d been carting furniture and boxes
all day, and it was selfish of her to ask him to run with her.

“I’m up for five miles. If you want a longer
run I can always ride my bike alongside you.”

Sam decided to take him at his word. “I
think five miles should suffice. Maybe. If I’m not finished we can
swing by the house for your bike, since it’s still in my
garage.”

* * * *

Sam told him about her day as they ran, and
could sense him tightening the lid on his temper as her story
progressed. He remained silent when she finished, and they ran
comfortably beside each other for another couple of miles before he
finally spoke.

“If I beat the hell out of him it’ll
complicate your case.”

He said it with a completely calm voice, and
as a statement, not a question. Sam kept the same conversational
tone as she answered, “Correct. And it’ll probably land you in
jail.”

They ran another couple of football fields
before he asked, “When will you be in court with him again?”

“We’re tentatively on the docket for
Wednesday, assuming he doesn’t want to postpone, which I doubt. The
temporary restraining order is in force until the judge can hear
both sides and either toss it or make it permanent.”

“Will you file to keep him away from you? A
personal restraining order?”

She shook her head. “No. I don’t think he’ll
bother me again. I had a talk with his attorney afterwards, and I
believe the two of them are going to have a conversation about how
to make sure you lose in court.”

“From what you’ve told me, I’m not sure
that’ll matter when his temper takes over. He worries me.”

“I can take care of myself, Ethan.”

“I know, but I still worry.”

* * * *

The next couple of weeks fell into a
comfortable pattern. Sam didn’t miss meeting her goals again, and
she grew used to the demands of her training program. The enemas
began to turn her on more and more, but she tried to convince
herself it was just part of the process, and not a new kink.

Ethan did all the hard work on the weekends,
pushing her to accept the next size. All she had to do through the
week was maintain what he helped her gain. It wasn’t easy, but she
hadn’t expected it to be.

On Saturday afternoons, when she’d
successfully passed Friday’s test, Saturday’s depth increase, and
managed to keep the marbles and beads in for the required time,
Ethan gave her a full body massage. He also frequently spent an
hour or more pleasuring her with his mouth and allowing her all the
orgasms she could manage.

Ethan sat in the back of the courtroom the
next time she had the Mastersons in court, but he stayed quiet, and
only made sure Mr. Masterson saw him walking her and Mrs. Masterson
out. Ethan knew she liked to project professionalism, and she’d
seen his arm itching to wrap around her. He’d placed his hand on
her back as they made the turn out of the courtroom door, but it
was subtle, and only for a few seconds. She thanked him later for
keeping his hands to himself as they walked out, as she recognized
how much he wanted to stake his claim on her in front of the man
who’d physically threatened her.

Sam had more cases on the docket, and she
returned to the courthouse after seeing Mrs. Masterson safely to
her vehicle and admonishing her to be sure he didn’t follow her
home, and to call 911 if she saw him behind her. The asshole’s
attorney was supposed to keep him talking for a while, to try to
keep his client out of any more trouble, but Sam was still worried
for her client.

When court broke for lunch Sam still had one
case due to be heard. She declined her client’s invitation to eat
lunch, intending to walk across the street to her office to make
some phone calls. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day
when she stepped outside, and she quickly changed her mind. She
could make her phone calls from one of the benches on the
courthouse lawn.

She strolled across the lawn and found an
empty bench. She’d put an apple in her purse that morning, and now
she dug it out, deciding it would be plenty for lunch if it meant
she could sit outside in the sun for an hour. She had her eyes
closed, savoring the sweetness of the apple when her sixth sense
made her sit up straighter and open her eyes.

Mr. Masterson was standing in front of her,
sneering.

“You’re
going
to tell me where
my wife is. Did you really think showing me your big strong
boyfriend would scare me this morning? He’s not here to protect you
now, is he, little girl?”

Sam laughed. “Little girl? Seriously? You
sound like you’ve been studying bad movie villains.” She took a
bite of her apple and talked around it to be intentionally rude.
“Go away, little boy. I’ve no intention of telling you where to
find your wife and children, and you’re annoying me.”

She saw a policeman on a bicycle heading
towards them less than a block away, and decided it’d be perfect if
a police officer saw Mr. Masterson strike her before she pummeled
the asshole into the ground.

She uncrossed her legs and prepared to toss
her apple and move into action before saying, “In my experience,
the men who hit their wives are the ones who can’t get it up. It’s
the good-for-nothing limp dicks who need to terrorize their women,
so they’ll never ask for sex and the pathetic loser won’t have to
admit he can’t—”

She saw the punch coming and could’ve easily
dodged it, but screamed instead, to be sure people looked around in
time to see. Her instincts took over and she shifted her head down
so the punch intended for her nose hit her forehead, and she
allowed the momentum of the punch to knock her sideways a little,
to further diminish the impact.

He packed a decent punch, but she’d
certainly felt worse, and one hit to the forehead was never going
to bother her much.

She finally came off the bench, leaning
forward on her feet and staying low to deliver a one-two punch to
his dick and gut before standing and aiming at the back of his
head, through his nose.

He threw another punch before she had a
chance, and she caught his fist with her left hand, and punched him
hard in the nose with her right before twisting his hand around and
elbowing him in the ribs as she took him to the ground. She ground
her knee into the vulnerable nerves around his sacrum and he
screamed in pain as the officer rode up on his bike.

He looked at the man on the ground without
smiling and said, “Looks like you didn’t need me to come to the
rescue after all, ma’am.”

Sam knew Mr. Masterson had to be in a great
deal of pain. His shoulder was wrenched terribly, and the pressure
she was exerting on the nerves at his sacrum was likely creating
more pain than he’d ever imagined.

He’d shrieked in pain at first, but now was
blubbering about how she’d attacked him, and demanding the officer
get her off him.

The officer reached for his handcuffs and
cuffed the wrist Sam was holding as he said, “I think I can handle
him from here, ma’am.”

Sam immediately stood and stepped away,
reaching down to brush the grass pieces and dust from her pants. A
few other passersby were standing around by this point, but Sam
ignored them as she spoke to the officer.

“This man came to my
office and threatened me a few weeks ago, and while I had Officer
Jackson write up a report to document the incident, I declined to
press charges. I
will
be pressing charges today, however.”

“Good, though since I saw him throw the
punch, he’ll be arrested with or without your approval.”

He read the man his rights, asked him if he
understood, and Mr. Masterson answered with, “Yeah, I get it. But
you don’t understand! She called me a limp-dick!”

Sam raised her eyebrows and said, “Officer,
I can assure you I’ve never seen this man’s genitals, and have no
knowledge of their...condition.”

The officer fought to suppress a smile as he
said, “What is your relationship with this man? Is this a domestic
issue?”

“I’m representing his wife. In their
divorce.”

A police cruiser pulled up and another
officer got out and approached them. Sam grabbed her tablet and
pulled up the two incident reports while the original officer
briefed him, and Mr. Masterson continued to open his mouth and
irritate the officers.

When the explanation was finished she handed
over her tablet, saying, “Here are two incident reports you may
find to be of interest. When you’ve read the one on the screen
swipe it to the left and you’ll see the second.”

The original officer accepted the tablet and
held it so both officers could view it. When they’d read both, the
bicycle policeman made a note of the report numbers before
returning her tablet.

Sam glanced at her watch and said, “If you
don’t need me for anything else, I’d like to head inside and
freshen up in the restroom before court resumes.”

“If I can get a swipe of your driver’s
license before you go, please?”

She handed it to the officer, who took it to
his cruiser a few moments before returning it to her. “We’ll be in
touch if we need anything more from you.”

“Which of you will be writing the
report?”

The original officer pulled a card from his
pocket and handed it to her. “It sounds like you know how this
works. It will be later tonight before I have a chance to write it
up, but it should be available first thing tomorrow morning. Are
you sure you’re okay? From my vantage point it looked like you took
a pretty good punch to the face before you began to defend
yourself.”

Sam reached for her forehead and winced as
she touched tender skin. “He was aiming for my nose and I tucked my
chin and ducked, so he hit my forehead instead. I’m pretty
hardheaded, so it should just be surface bruising.”

“The bitch broke my shoulder! I need an
ambulance, not these cuffs hurting me worse!”

Sam decided it was well past time to take
her leave, and she nodded to both officers before bending down to
collect the apple she’d dropped and heading back in to court. The
couple of bites of apple weren’t going to hold her long, and she
hoped the judge reached her client’s case soon.

She tossed the apple in the restroom’s
trashcan and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair had
pulled loose, but it didn’t take her long to put it up again. She
dampened a paper towel and wiped her shoes down, then looked her
clothing over again to be sure there was no more dirt. A quick
touch of lipstick, and she was good as new. She could see some
swelling at her eyebrow, but it wasn’t bruising yet so she didn’t
bother adding foundation.

She was only in court another hour and a
half, and stopped at a corner deli to get a salad to take back to
her office. Ethan would be upset she hadn’t told him about it right
away, but there hadn’t been enough time before court resumed. At
this point, it seemed best to just wait and tell him when she saw
him at dinner.

* * * *

Sam worked through the afternoon, and spent
a great deal of time going over paperwork with her legal assistant.
She’d forgotten the incident by the time she walked the three
blocks to the restaurant to meet Ethan, but remembered as soon as
she saw him looking at her forehead.

“What happened?” He touched her eyebrow and
gently ran his finger up her forehead and she winced and pulled
away.

“Gee, I’d managed to forget about it until
you touched it. Now it’s starting to hurt again.”

“What. Happened?” His already deep voice
dropped a few octaves, and Sam sighed and motioned towards the
restaurant.

“Can we go in and talk about this, please?
I’m starving.”

“If Masterson laid a hand on you I’ll tear
his head off.” Sam’s insides quaked at the Ethan’s low growl.

Her instinct was to argue back and remind
him he’d agreed to stay out of anything relating to her career, but
she knew it was the wrong way to handle the situation so she took
his hand and led him into the restaurant.

Ethan fumed beside her as she told the
hostess it was just the two of them, and she’d like something as
private as possible.

As soon as they were alone she said, “Let me
jump to the end before I start. He’s currently sitting in a jail
cell while his attorney tries to get an emergency bond hearing.
He’ll likely be there overnight. One of my attorney friends is
working to get the judge to deny bail. I doubt it’ll happen, but he
should at least get it raised enough to make Masterson think twice
before he does anything else. Now, are you going to let me start
from the beginning without being pissed at me?”