SubmittingtotheOfficer (3 page)

“I’ve been ready for you forever, you asshole! Give it to
me!”

Smiling, he surged the rest of the way in, filling me to the
brim, and I immediately toppled, my body exploding around his hard shaft. He
never moved, staying sunk in me as deep as he could get as I clenched and
quivered around him. Slowly the rocking of my body subsided but I was nowhere
near satisfied.

He pulled back, my body clutching him, then sank in again. I
lay relaxed under him, my hands over my head and my legs spread as he pumped,
long and deep. His dark gaze caught mine and held. The moment intensified as I
felt him surge and swell bigger, stretching me wider. His breathing got ragged
and I thought he was getting close.

But he wasn’t. He kept going until I felt tingling in my
toes and I knew I was going to come again. He switched positions, leaning back
on his heels and lifting my hips as he continued to drive into me, my hips
meeting his at each thrust and my back arching off the bed.

He was relentless and every time I felt one of us getting
close he changed positions but always kept himself on top, never releasing the
control to me. I was just along for the ride and was quickly becoming addicted.

“Do you want me to come now?” he asked, never wavering in
his thrusting.

“Yes! No! Yessss…” Oh god, I couldn’t even think.

“You have to make up your mind. If you say yes then you can
come too.”

“Yes! Yes! Mark!”

His pumping got faster and tore ragged groans from my
throat. Our bodies slapped together and his hips dug into mine with every
thrust. Reaching out blindly, my hands met his chest and I scraped my nails
down it, leaving white trails and drawing a hiss from him.

He thrust harder and there was no holding back this time.
His moans mingled with mine and we got louder as he went faster and faster. I
came first, the orgasm starting deeper than ever before and rolling over my
whole body, consuming me. I sobbed his name and felt him stiffen, shouting out
loud and then rocking his hips as he emptied inside me, thrusting deeper than I
had ever felt before.

I lay stunned as he collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my
arms around him. I had just experienced the most powerful orgasm of my life
with a man I’d known for the span of a day, but he didn’t feel like a stranger.
He raised his head and kissed me, slow and drugging. Disentangling his spent body,
he went to the bathroom to remove the condom and I wondered if he would get
dressed and leave.

But he came back and crawled into bed next to me, slinging
his arm over my waist, and pulled me in to spoon with him. I yawned and heard
his light snore. I laughed quietly—only a satisfied man could fall asleep that
fast.

Chapter Three

I woke in the night, an arm and a leg sprawled on Mark’s big
body. I instantly felt the exciting rush of desire as I ran my hand across his
broad chest. Letting myself explore, I touched his arms, thick and firm, then
up over his shoulders and down to his waist. He was too tempting of an
opportunity to let it pass me by.

Sliding beneath the sheet, I rubbed his thighs, circling
around the place I really wanted to learn. He seemed to still be sleeping and I
wondered how far I dared to go. Tentatively I circled around his softness,
closer and closer, until my fingers brushed across him. He didn’t stir.

I smiled to myself and brushed my lips across his shoulder.
Trailing my fingers up and down his half-hard length, I felt him start to swell
but he seemed to sleep on. I played with him until he was fully hard, enjoying
the silky-smooth skin against my fingers. Pressing my luck, I slid a condom
down over him but he still slept on. I must have really worn him out. Slowly I
started to ease my body on top of his.

I wondered if I would make it all the way before he woke up.
But his breathing had stayed even and he hadn’t stirred. So I braced over him
and was careful that my hair didn’t tickle his face. It was exciting, sneaking
on top of him.

Already wet, I lined up to take him in. I pushed down hard
and he slid all the way in at once. His eyes popped open and his arms came up
around me.

His groan was loud and broke the still air around us, sending
shivers down my back. His hips bucked and locked tight against me. Then slowly
he relaxed and his arms dropped back to the bed.

I looked down at his hungry face and with a smile braced my
hands on his chest. He smiled back and my stomach erupted in butterflies. He
liked these little games as much as I did. It was liberating to let go and not
have to worry about being anything but me.

Putting his hands behind his head, he whispered, “Ride me,
Kris.”

I watched him as I started to move. His eyes raked over my
breasts, hanging heavy at eye level, to my wild hair framing his face, creating
a curtain between us and the outside world. He stayed still under me and let me
take what I wanted.

I rocked harder, grinding and then suddenly changing the
movement of my hips to roll in small circles.

His concentration waned and his eyes glazed over. I wondered
then what it would take to make him lose his iron control and if I could push
him to that point. I intended to try.

Hoping that I was right, I began to bounce on him, using his
chest for support. His breath grew ragged and his arms twitched. I increased my
pace, bouncing harder as I felt the pressure build.

I arched my back and took him deeper, throwing my head back.
My hair flipped behind me and brushed against his thighs as I moved.

“Oh, Kris,” he growled. I tried to keep an even pace,
driving us both mad. I wanted to slam into him harder and push us over the edge
but I kept on, holding us suspended.

Then his hands gripped my hips and he sat up, his mouth
closing over one nipple, hot and wet. I wrapped my arms around him as he surged
to meet my bouncing. His hands came up to tighten in my hair, pulling my head
down to look him in the eyes.

I felt it coming, tiny tremors starting in my thighs and a
tingling in my toes. Moans of pleasure tore from my throat until he covered my
mouth with his, thrusting his tongue to match his hips. I shattered around him.
His arms tightened and his mouth broke free, sucking in air as I felt him surge
and pulse inside me.

* * * * *

We woke up late Saturday morning, in a tangle of arms, legs
and sheets. I could smell his scent everywhere—on me, on my pillows. I was
surprised that he hadn’t gotten up and left in the middle of the night, but
maybe he had been too worn out. The thought made me smile as I got up and,
naked, headed to the shower.

I turned back at the door to look at him, rolled on his
belly with his face buried in the blankets, his naked ass lifted up to my gaze
due to the wad of blankets under his hips. He was sexy as hell and definitely
the best sex I’d ever had. He also wasn’t a selfish asshole, but he wasn’t
perfect either—they never were. I knew if I wasn’t careful I could fall for him
like a ton of bricks dropped off a roof.

I turned from the sexy sight and stepped into the warm
spray, humming a tune while I soaped my hair. I supposed I should feed the man
breakfast after all the energy he had burned last night. I chuckled to myself
at that.

I jumped and screeched as strong, tan hands came up suddenly
from behind and squeezed my breasts. Even though I knew who it was, it still
caught me off guard and sent a shiver down my spine.

I tried to turn in his arms but he tightened his hold.

“Well, good morning.” I could feel his already hard cock
jabbing into my lower back.

“It is a good morning, but I think we can make it even
better,” he murmured between nibbles on my neck.

“What did you have in mind?” I reached my hands up to tangle
my wet fingers in his hair.

“Just a little game, do you want to play?” Then he stopped.
“You understand that I would never hurt you, right?”

I nodded.

“And that all you have to do is say stop and I will?”

I nodded again.

“Good.” He went back to nibbling along my shoulder and neck.
“Do you want to play?”

I tilted my head to look at his face. “Yes, Mark.”

He grinned like a kid at Christmas who had just gotten the
perfect present.

“Don’t do anything unless I tell you to.” His wet hand came
down on my ass in a stinging slap. “Got it?”

I nodded in response. I knew this game and he wanted me
submissive. I was more than willing to play along. My fear that he would be
like James was long gone. I could already feel my pussy throbbing, waiting for
him.

“Put your hands on the wall over your head and spread your
legs.”

I complied, my breaths coming in pants. He soaped his hands
with my flower-scented body gel and started at my arms, sliding back and forth,
working the soap into lather. He continued to my shoulders, sweeping my hair
aside to get my neck. His hands and strong fingers worked over my body, slowly
moving down my back and sides and then running down over my ass, missing
nothing and leaving me feeling drugged and gripping the wall.

I felt him kneel and continue down my legs and calves,
stopping only when he got to my toes.

When he stood back up he pressed against my back, his warm
body rubbing in all the right places, and I moaned. Our bodies slid and stroked
together, his hands still working their magic. I really wanted to run my hands
over him but knew better than to not follow his directions. It would ruin the
mood for both of us.

So I suffered through, wanting to touch him but only allowed
to be on the receiving end, which honestly wasn’t a hardship. His massage
continued around to my belly and up over my aching breasts.

He grabbed the condom that was on the shampoo shelf. He must
have put it there when he first joined me. Quickly he slipped it on.

He moved into position and I braced for him, lifting my hips
so he could slide in easily. Abruptly he pushed his thick, hard cock in to the
hilt. He held me still as I got used to his size, and I couldn’t help but roll
my hips.

“Kris! I told you not to do anything unless I tell you!” His
fingers tangled in my hair tightly and he turned my head to the side so I could
see him. “I thought you understood.” He withdrew from me and all I wanted was
his cock buried back inside me.

“I do! I do understand Mark! Please, I’ll be good and do
what you say.”

His hand came down on my ass again, harder than ever before.
“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes! I’m sure!”

With one hand still fisted in my hair, he used the other to
tilt my hips back and pushed inside me again. I released a moan of pleasure.

He held firm inside me, then released my hair to massage my
back and shoulders again. Within moments my body was soft and pliable again.

But then he started to pump within me, fast and hard. My
nails dug into the tiles and his fingers dug into my hips. He held me there,
placing one hand between my shoulder blades to keep me against the wall.

I stayed as still as possible as he drove into me over and
over again. I was hanging by a thread and then couldn’t control it any longer.
I exploded around him, clenching his hard cock as he continued to pump.

The climax intensified until my body was so tight it
resisted him moving out of me. “Oh fuck, Kris!” He pumped twice more and I felt
him tense and then tumble over with me, squeezing him at every spasm he
released.

When he pulled out, I went limp against the wall, his arms
catching me and holding me up. He moved my hair and looked down into my face.
“Are you okay?”

I smiled. “I’m fine. You?”

“I’m great, wonderful even.”

We shared a smile and cleaned each other up.

* * * * *

I walked him to the door Sunday morning in nothing but a
short, black nightie. It had been one of the best weekends of my life, spending
it in bed with a police officer, and I was thankful that he had been able to
make arrangements to get the weekend off. But as I opened the door and kissed
him goodbye I realized that we hadn’t made plans to see each other again.

He turned to leave and I still couldn’t bring myself to
regret a moment of my time with Mr. Police Officer. I watched him start down my
walk, in the same clothes he had worn to my house more than two days ago. He
was still sexy as hell.

But then he stopped and turned to me. “I have Thursday night
off—do you want to burn me some more steaks?”

I smiled and walked to him. Reaching to the back of his
belt, I pulled his handcuffs out of their holster. “Only if you promise to
bring these with you.”

He grinned down at me and took the cuffs, putting them back
in his belt. “Yes, ma’am. I aim to please.” He kissed me again before he got
into his car and drove away.

“Kris! Kris!”

I saw Mrs. Harris waving from her side of the fence,
desperate to get my attention. Giving her a big grin and a wave, I sauntered
back in the house and slammed the door for good measure. This week was
definitely looking much better.

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