The Firm Hand of the Law (7 page)

“That’s not fair!”

“You hit, you get hit back.”

“You hit harder than I do.”

“So maybe you should think about keeping your smart mouth closed and your hands to yourself and being a good girl.” He dropped his arm around her shoulders again as he spoke, a casually possessive gesture which made her blood boil.

Ducking out from under his half-embrace, she planted herself in front of him. “Leave,” she said. “Gammy will be done with her shows soon, and I don’t want her seeing you.”

“You want me to leave? You give me information. Tell me when your next shipment is due.”

“No.”

“Then I guess I’m meeting Gammy.”

Shaking her head, Lily tried to think of a way to get him gone. Gammy was going to go wild if she realized a cop had crashed Sunday afternoon tea.

“Fine,” she said. “Next drop date is Wednesday, two a.m.”

He cocked his head to the side, his blue eyes sharp and keen. “You wouldn’t be making something up to get rid of me, would you?”

“You won’t know until Wednesday,” she smirked. “Now get out of here.”

“If you’re lying to me, I’m going to whip your little ass so hard you won’t sit for a week.”

“That’s harassment and abuse.”

“Is it? Maybe you should report it to someone who cares.”

Oh, he was an asshole. He frustrated her like no other man ever had. Sure, she could avoid the punishment by giving him what he wanted, but intimidation didn’t sit well with her.

“Think about your options,” he warned, turning and walking away. Finally alone, Lily took out her phone and did what she should have done in the beginning. She typed a text.

HEAT IS ON.

Her thumb hovered over the send button. If she pushed it, Jasper would find out what was going on. The drops would stop, her revenue would dry up, and Gammy would have to leave the home. If she didn’t push it, she became Gareth’s rat, beholden to him and his punishments.

She stood there for a long moment, trying to make a decision. Finally, with a long sigh, she deleted the text and returned her phone to her pocket. Things were getting complicated.

Doing her best to forget about her problems, Lily went to see if Gammy wanted to play checkers.

* * *

Gareth was feeling bad. He didn’t often feel bad, and he wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling. Lily was right, he was bullying her. He’d bullied hundreds of people in his career. It came with the territory. It was the best way to get things done in a world where people didn’t do the right thing unless they were forced to.

Unfortunately, he liked Lily, and it was obvious that her involvement in the criminal underworld was largely beyond her control. She’d inherited the mess. But she wasn’t exactly leaping at the chance to get out of it. Probably didn’t realize that there was a world beyond crime for her. And maybe there wasn’t. The people at the other end of the chain were the type to cut ties and burn drop points to the ground. Lily was in danger. That was why he was keeping so close, and that was why he was putting the pressure on. The sooner this was over, the sooner she could be safe.

He kept an eye on her for the rest of the day, noting that she wasn’t doing the usual in and out visit of duty. She genuinely liked her grandmother, in fact, it seemed as though her grandmother was the only person she did really like. A life of crime was a lonely one. She probably couldn’t share her life with anyone really. Criminal acquaintances didn’t make good friends and straight people, well, they wouldn’t be able to connect with her.

Tapping the steering wheel impatiently, Gareth tried to plan his next move. There was no drop on Wednesday, that was almost certain. And that meant there was going to have to be a consequence for the lie. She could do with a damn good spanking or three, but he really didn’t want to have to keep whipping her butt every time they met.

Things were getting complicated. He should be maintaining distance, but the situation was forcing him to stay close, and staying close was leading to an attachment which was definitely inappropriate. Teasing aside, he’d liked the way she felt under his arm. He liked her fire and he loved her bravery. He was not an easy man to stand up to, but she stood up to him at every turn. On a professional level, it was irritating. Personally, he loved it.

But she would still have to be punished, and soundly at that. How was he going to handle the little brat this time? There were three days for him to make a decision.

Chapter Four

Lily anticipated Gareth’s visit on Thursday. There had been no sign of him Monday and Tuesday, and though she thought she caught a glimpse of him on Wednesday, he had not come to see her. Thursday night though, after the dishes were done and the floors were mopped and she would ordinarily have been switching on the television to catch whatever late night host hadn’t been hoisted out of his job of late, that’s when the knock came.

She let him stew a couple of minutes before she opened the door. There he was, smoldering with punitive intent.

God but he was handsome. The hard, rugged lines of his face were always more intense when he had a bone to pick with her. In that moment he could have built a house with his gaze, which nailed her to the floor where she stood.

“Ready for your spanking, my pretty little liar?”

“Fuck off…” She pushed the door closed, but that was no use. He was coming in anyway. He brushed her aside as if she were of no more consequence than a fruit fly and stepped into her apartment, hands on his hips as he fixed her with a hard look.

“There was no drop yesterday.”

“Yeah,” she gave an exaggerated shrug, “I guess they delayed it.”

“Every new lie you tell gets you in deeper trouble,” he informed her. “Do you really want to keep lying?”

“I really want you to go away,” she said, backing away as he closed the door behind himself. Deep in her tummy, excitement was fizzing. He was there to spank her, to lay hands on her bare bottom. Though she was not at all looking forward to the heat and the soreness, she had been anticipating this moment almost since the last time they’d spoken. She had played it over and over in her mind, imagining how it would feel when his large hands settled on her hips, turned her over and pulled her pants down, and what might happen afterward.

She had dressed in anticipation of his arrival. Her jeans were not quite as tight as usual, there was enough room in the waistband to wriggle them down without too much trouble. Her panties were near non-existent, a floss pink thong framing her cheeks perfectly. She’d tried several such undergarments on, checking her butt in the mirror until she was satisfied with the way it looked.

“You are in trouble, young lady,” he said in his deepest and most authoritarian tone. A little frisson of fright zipped through her belly, further igniting the dancing sparks which were fizzing near her loins. He pointed to the couch. “Bend over the back of that,” he ordered, “and pull your jeans down.”

She snorted. “I don’t think so.”

“Do it, or I’ll have to do it for you. If I do it, those panties are coming down.”

Her smirk grew wider. It was fine by her if her panties came down. She’d spent the morning making sure her pussy was perfectly shaved, her pubic hair trimmed to a neat ‘V’ over her mound, her labia bare.

“You’re going to make this difficult for yourself, aren’t you?” He began taking off his leather jacket and rolling up his sleeves. She watched with barely veiled anticipation as his forearms came into view, long and strong, furred with dark hair along the muscular plane.

Lily retreated to the couch, sitting on the arm with her hands clasping the fabric either side of her. It meant that she was further below him than usual, her head very close to his midsection and the bulge where his manhood was pressing against his jeans. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was already somewhat aroused.

The atmosphere was tense and undeniably charged. She was sure he felt it too; she could see it in his eyes. He was looking at her with his usual firm decisiveness, but there was more to it as well—a lust that was answered in her own gaze.

“Bend over the couch, Lily.” He repeated the order, his voice slightly softer. “Be a good girl.”

“I have never been a good girl.”

“Oh, but you’re going to be.” He murmured the promise, reaching out for her. He took her by the arm and drew her up to her feet. She did not fight him. She enjoyed the feeling of his warm skin against hers too much to wrench herself away.

He pulled her close and let his other hand slide down her back and over the curve of her bottom. The way he touched her was masterful. From the first moment he had been taking control. His hand clasped her bottom, drawing her close as he began to rub and pat and lightly spank her cheeks with a touch that was more teasing than punitive.

Rubbing against him, Lily confirmed her earlier suspicion. He was already hard. The ridge of his cock pressed against her, giving satisfaction to her tingling clit even through two layers of jeans. Maybe he was going to spank her, but after that, his cock was going to take her for the second time. It was already a foregone conclusion.

Her nipples hardened under her tank top, sending further sparks of arousal shooting into her system as he spanked her lightly, using his body as a barrier to stop any attempt at escape. She lifted her face to him, her lips parted in a little moan. He took advantage of it to kiss her, his mouth claiming hers with a roughness which left no room for dissent or misbehavior.

“Those jeans are coming down,” he informed her, reaching for the fastening. It melted away under his fingers and soon her pants were a crumpled mess on the floor. “Cute panties,” he observed, running a finger under the floss-like string at the rear. The motion pulled the front of the fabric harder against her pussy, defining every little curve and part.

The panties were a formality and he ignored them, working her body around the pink fabric. She felt the slightly rough surface of the pads of his fingers press against her bare lips for a moment, rubbing gently to encourage her wetness to flow free. Caught in his kiss, she could only moan as he once again took charge of her, making her body respond to him. This was what she had dreamed of, his mouth on hers, his strong body pleasuring hers in a way nobody else ever had.

His fingers thrust inside her, penetrating her tight hole and finding the wetness within. He started thrusting roughly, spreading her pussy time and time again around the length of his digits. His touch was rough, but it was also exactly what she needed. He pressed his thumb over the hood of her clit, making her squeal and moan.

“Is this what you wanted?” The gruff question thrilled her as he pushed deeper inside her body, twisting his fingers slightly back and forth as he went, making her pussy walls quiver. She was sitting on the arm of the couch now, her legs spread as his fingers plunged inside her tight channel.

He withdrew them for a second to lower his fly and let his cock spring free. It was long and thick and so hard it was almost intimidating. Without being bidden, Lily licked her lips and then let her tongue play around the flared head, tasting him like candy. He was delicious. Hot and hard, ready to plunge inside her but also very willing to be pleasured by her mouth.

“Mngghh… good girl,” he groaned, stroking her hair as she let her lips wrap around the length of him. Pleasuring him gave Lily a sense of power of her own. She held his most sensitive organ in her mouth and it was quivering with excitement as she let her lips and tongue slide over the length. He let her do that for several minutes, until she started to taste the salty splashes of cum just barely being held back.

He pulled out of her mouth and looked down at her. “Bend over.” The order was given in a low, husky voice. Finally, she obeyed, settling her hips high over the arch of the arm in an echo of the first time they were together.

Her thong was still on, but it offered no resistance as she felt the head of his hard lust soaked cock press against her pussy. Her outer lips welcomed him immediately, spreading around his hard shaft as he slowly sank inside her. His hand was locked at the back of her neck, her hips were forced to arch up by the arm of the couch, and she was being fucked long, slow, and hard.

“Gareth,” she panted.

“Mmmm?”

“This isn’t exactly a punishment,” she giggled. A sharp swat landed on her bottom as he stilled his cock.

“You are such a brat, Brannigan,” he lectured. “Is it just not as good when you don’t have a sore ass to go with it?”

She didn’t have time to answer because he had started spanking her hard and fast, his cock buried deep inside her enjoying every leap and squirm as she reacted to the hot slaps raining down on her bare bottom. Funnily enough, no matter how hard he slapped, none of the swats actually hurt. All of them were transformed to heat and pleasure so intense that she couldn’t have cared less what he was doing as long as he kept doing it. Lily was soon riding her hips back, pressing herself along the length of his shaft greedily.

“Oh you are…” Gareth moaned as she pressed her bottom hard back against his pants and ground her wet bare pussy at the base of his cock. He was still dressed, no time had been taken in the disrobing part of affairs. It made her feel even more wanton to be fucked half clothed, spanked and punished by a man whose denim was making her hot bottom tingle with every grind.

“Naughty girl,” he chided, leaning down to press her more firmly against the couch. Now it was his time to thrust, her time to take each hard stroke as he started pounding her pussy, his hips bouncing against her bare bottom. He had been close to cumming when her mouth was on him, and he was clearly not going to be able to hold back all that much longer. She loved the effect she had on him. She might be the one who was red assed and squealing into the cushions, but he was no more in control than she was as his cock thrust in and out of her over and over.

Just when she thought he was going to cum, he pulled out. She looked askance, but she needn’t have bothered. He’d stopped because he wasn’t done with what he’d intended to do.