The Firm Hand of the Law (3 page)

“Oh, the two minutes you spent in the bar was long enough, was it?”

“The ten minutes I watched a known smuggler bring a package containing a tracker into the bar was.” He gave her that hard, dark look, tinged with triumph. “Rex is one of ours. So I suggest you consider having a nice, friendly chat with me on the topic of what we can do for one another.”

Fuck.
Lily let that and a whole string of curse words flow through her mind. Outwardly, she was more composed. “Rex is a scumbag, and so are you. Get out of my house. Now.”

“If that’s how you want to play this,” he shrugged, removing handcuffs from his belt. “Stand up please, Miss Brannigan. You are under arrest.”

“For what?”

“Interfering with an investigation.” He beckoned her out of the chair. “If I have to drag you out of here, I will.”

There was no sense resisting arrest, but Lily made sure her demeanor conveyed nothing but contempt for the man as she stood and allowed him to handcuff her. His hands were ridiculously large, dwarfing hers as he snapped the cuffs around her wrists and tightened them to a point just short of discomfort.

Her heart was pounding and her stomach was churning, but she tried to convince herself not to be worried. Even if he had sprung her with a snitch, there was nothing else on site. He didn’t seem to know about any of the real deals that had happened in the past week, which meant it would be a tenuous case at best, and Lily’s lawyer wasn’t in the habit of fumbling the ball. The officer on the other end of the cuffs was just trying to bully her into submission, and that wasn’t going to work.

It wasn’t Lily’s first brush with the law. She didn’t recall her first brush with the law—that had taken place long before she could talk or walk. Police uniforms had punctuated her formative years. For a long time she thought they were family friends. They came over more often than some aunts and uncles did, that was certain. Then, as she got older, she realized that the police presence was not exactly welcome, no matter how big the smile Gammy plastered on her face whenever they came by.

Her own first personal experience with police was as a student in an apartment with several other students, one of whom had taken an interest in psychedelic horticulture. A party had turned into a brawl, had turned into a visit from the local PD, who were kind enough to turn a blind eye to the many pipes and pieces of wire gauze and the general funk of smoke and hand rolled cigarettes. She didn’t think they’d have been so lucky if this officer had been on the scene that evening. He was a hard ass, a “my way or the highway” sort of guy. Unfortunately for him, Lily was a highway sort of woman.

“Off to the cells with you, my girl,” he said, giving her a little nudge forward.

“Good,” she replied. “I needed a break from this place anyway.”

“Oh really?” His reply was as calm and falsely cheerful as her statement. “Well, we have a range of fine penal institutions spread across the country. I can arrange a stay for you in any one of them.”

“Penal institutions are probably the closest you get to anything penile,” Lily muttered under her breath.

“I heard that,” he said, sounding almost amused. “That sort of talk will get your butt tanned before we get to the station.”

“Because putting innocent people in cuffs isn’t enough humiliation for you,” she argued over her shoulder.

“You’re not innocent,” he reminded her, giving her a swat. “Get moving.”

The sting in her butt sparked her temper and made her do the worst thing anyone in handcuffs can ever do—she kicked the officer holding her. Immediately braced for retaliation, Lily waited for the beating to start. It didn’t. Instead she was swept off her feet entirely and only came down once the cop sat down on her sofa and put her over his thigh. Without any further discussion, he started spanking her bottom hard and fast. It sounded like a thunderstorm in her apartment, slaps falling like torrential rain. The cuffs kept her from protecting her bottom, so she was completely helpless as his palm punished her.

“You’ve been getting away with being on the wrong side of the law for a long time, but that run is over, young lady,” he lectured. “I’m taking you in, and no tantrum is going to stop me.”

Lily’s reply was caustic and filled with curse words which didn’t rise to the level of sense. She was outraged in the extreme. How dare he! “You’re not allowed to hit people!” She screeched the objection at the top of her lungs. “You’re breaking the law too!”

“There’s no law against giving a girl a spanking when she needs one.”

“Yes, there fucking is!”

“Not in my book,” he replied, whacking her bottom with resounding slaps. “And that’s the only one that matters right now, wouldn’t you say?”

He was right. There wasn’t anything she could do in her position, cuffed and caught over hard thighs. The sting had turned to a flame searing her cheeks, each new swat stoking the fire. She was left to kick her legs and squeal like a piglet, or so it sounded to her ears. Her face flushed with the shame of it all, hating how vulnerable she was. Being arrested was one thing. There was due process in an arrest. You got your stuff taken, you got your fingerprints recorded, and you got your picture taken, but you didn’t get your ass spanked.

“You ready to go to jail now?”

“Yes! Fuck you, yes!”

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” he said, resting his hand on her bottom and moving it back and forward slightly. Was that a rub? Was he rubbing her ass? She couldn’t believe it, but she wasn’t going to complain either. The small movement relieved some of the discomfort which had consumed her hide. “Unless, of course, you’re ready to talk sense with me.”

His hand squeezed her bottom and the tips of his fingers grazed between her cheeks. They slid lower until he was touching her pussy through her leggings. Her gasp was not of complaint. He had thick, long fingers and the lower they strayed, the more of their length was pressed against her slit. She was not wearing panties under the leggings in an effort to avoid visible panty line, so there was very little protecting her from his touch.

It was madness, but she spread her thighs just a little and was rewarded when the pad of his index finger settled over her clit and started circling. Her sigh was soft as she clenched her stomach, bearing down against his hand. The pressure grew a little as he went once, twice, thrice around her clit, then rubbed his fingers along her slit all the way up to the moistening aperture.

Lily lifted her hips. His fingers pressed down, her leggings delving between her lips as he massaged gently. Part of her mind was screaming to stop, but that part grew smaller and smaller with every movement of his fingers.

It had been a long time since anyone had touched her like that, with a masterful desire that gave as much pleasure as it took. The leggings were a frustrating barrier, but one that was quickly becoming soaked with her juices. The tingling in her bottom, first whipped by his palm, now artfully stroked by his dominating digits, had spread deep into her pussy.

Silently hoping that he would pull down her leggings, Lily tried to keep her moans quiet. It was bad enough to be spanked by someone she was fast coming to hate. It was even worse being pleasured by the same man. He had her quite literally in the palm of his hand, working her pussy with increasing intensity.

A ripping sound made her freeze. It was the unmistakable sound of the seams of her leggings giving way. A cool breeze hit her bottom and pussy lips, quickly followed by the heat of his fingers on her bare cunt. Two pushed right between her lips, penetrating her while his thumb pressed against the button of her clit. If she’d had any objections, they evaporated with the plunging motions which left her gasping for more.

He growled above her, his cock pressing against her hip. He was just as turned on as she was, just as caught up in the lust that was consuming them both.

“Time to get you in the cells,” he said, stilling his hand. His fingers were still deep inside her hot pussy, but his words indicated an imminent cessation of pleasure. That she could not allow.

“I’m not going to the fucking cells!” She bit his leg through his thick pants. He spanked her ass. Hard. She fought as hard as she could and managed to slide off his lap. But it didn’t do her a bit of good because he just scooped her off the floor and tossed her face down on the couch, her hips high over the arm. The spanking continued, his palm lashing her bottom with hard, fast slaps that made her screech into the upholstery.

Her tights were stretched and torn, wet where he’d teased her. The frustration of that burning need made her act out all the more, wriggling and squirming until he was forced to pin her down. His big strong hand pressed down on her lower back, cutting off all other movement.

“What are you so angry about?” He growled the question down at her. “Is it just the spanking? Or is it this wet little pussy that’s making you so naughty?”

She didn’t need to answer. He knew. His fingers were back at her clit, rubbing in wide slow circles which just missed the bud and left her even more wound up and needy. Gasping, she arched her hips, offering herself. And then she heard it—the sound of a zipper being lowered.

Social propriety dictated that a man and a woman who had barely met should not engage in intercourse, but neither of them seemed overly contained by notions of propriety. They were both caught in the same carnal madness, all thought of restraint gone as her pussy spread around the head of his cock.

She felt her pussy spread as his cock pressed hard against her lips. In one long thrust, he buried himself inside her. He pulled out and then she was being fucked through her tights, his cock plunging through the hole and into hers. He held her cheeks spread, making her pussy clench around his rod with each and every stroke. The cuffs jangled with the pounding, her captured cunt taking every stroke willingly.

“You’re a bad girl, Brannigan,” he growled, leaning over her body as his hands slid up her back. The censure should have irritated her, but it only made the encounter hotter. He was taking control of her in a way no man ever had, and she was responding to him in a way she had never thought possible. He was hard and merciless, but every move he made pushed her to greater heights of pleasure. With her eyes closed, her lips parted in panting moans, Lily submitted her body to the man and the moment.

The thrusts got harder and faster as he came closer to climax, forcing her toward that same end with every rough stroke. Her loins were burning, her tummy clenched as shivers began to ripple through her body, the harbingers of an orgasm which wrenched her out of consciousness for one bright moment as every part of her body contracted and then released in a rushing flow. She was vaguely aware of him climaxing too, spilling his seed inside her as he locked himself hard against her body and growled his orgasm against the back of her neck.

For a few panting moments, there was peace. Then he slid from her, his cum following suit as he slapped her bottom. “Now,” he said, “you’re coming in.”

“I thought we already did that part.”

It was a cute joke, but it didn’t save her.

He snorted as he helped her up. “Unless that made you reconsider the idea of working with me?” She felt him wrap his arm around her waist and pull her close. His lips brushed the back of her neck as he spoke to her in a low, masculine rumble. “There’s more where that came from if you do.”

It was Lily’s turn to snort. He was a good lay. Okay, he was an amazing lay. It was the best sex she’d had in a very long time, maybe ever, but she wasn’t going to sell herself out for sex—especially not now that she’d cum. “Hell no,” she declared. “There’s no way I’m going to flip.”

“Then you’re going to jail with a sore bottom and you can sit in a cell on that hot little ass and think about your options.” He eased her up onto her feet. “Do you want to change clothes before I take you in?”

It was a rather gallant offer, one which Lily took advantage of. Standing in her bedroom, she tried to decide what was most appropriate for going to jail in. Jeans? Jail jeans? Practical, but nothing too frumpy. She chose a pair of tight fitting ones which showed off her taut body to her best advantage. The tunic she kept. It was low-cut enough to make her look good in the inevitable mug shot.

With that in mind, she ran a brush through her hair and touched up her lipstick.
Picture day!
She grinned to herself, feeling both elated and reckless after her orgasm. It had been a long time since she’d last gotten laid, and even longer since she had enjoyed it so much. The cop was a hell of a lover. Good enough for her to not much mind being taken down to the station for a little more… questioning.

Smirking at herself in the mirror, Lily ignored the warning sting in her bottom. “You got this,” she told her reflection. “Give him hell, like Gammy would.”

“You ready? Sure you want to come into custody? Wouldn’t prefer to stay here and maybe have a nice chat?”

Lily held her hands out in front of her. “Cuff me.”

His dark brow rose. “Alright then.” He clicked one cuff onto her left wrist and followed that with one on the right. The cool metal no longer felt threatening; it felt sexy, exciting. “You can get that smile off your face,” he said gruffly. “This is serious business.”

“Oh, yes,” she agreed in mock placating tones as he turned her about and put her before him, “very serious.”

Gareth dealt another sharp slap to her bottom. “Need another session, Brannigan?”

“If you like.” She grinned over her shoulder. “The first one wasn’t bad.”

“Let’s see how a night in the cells makes you feel about that. “

Lily giggled to herself. He was grumpy now because she wasn’t worried, but really, who could be worried after a climax so powerful even the notion of death paled in comparison? She could do a night in the cells. She could do a month in the cells. It made no difference to her. Gammy had once done three months in San Quentin. It hadn’t broken her spirit, and Lily wouldn’t let anything law enforcement threw at her break hers either.

“Lock up, will you?” She nodded toward the keys on the counter.