His eyes met mine again, possession and some kind of depravity I’d never seen before shining through his blue irises. “I want to break this pussy. Wreck it so no other man can have it. No more Mr. Wrongs. Tell me yes.”
“Yes,” I consented instantly, but in my head thought, but we may need to set some boundaries and come up with a safe word. “Basketball,” I blurted and he stilled, probably thinking I’d lost my mind. “That’s my safe word. If I say basketball, stop what you’re doin’.”
A curt nod was his only response before he descended again and euphoria rushed through me as he proceeded to indeed wreck my pussy with his wicked, wicked hands and mouth.
Yawning widely, I leaned back against the headrest in Dan’s cruiser.
Most days, I prided myself on my astute dedication and my ability to be engaged on the job no matter the things going on in my personal life, but today my whole body felt like it was being dragged behind Dan’s truck by a rope tied to the bumper.
I’d never been so tired, but I giggled to myself when the words “rope” and “tied” passed through my head.
My phone pinged with a text from my youngest sister, Cecily, and when I looked at my screen, I saw the meme she’d sent: a picture of Betty White from the Golden Girls, holding two light sabers, and the text read “Always be yourself, unless you can be a Jedi Betty White.”
I snorted, and Dan bristled next to me.
“What’s goin’ on with you?” he asked, depressing his right turn signal, and he veered onto Highway 10, heading southwest. “You seem different today.”
We’d gotten a call at the station about someone messing around an abandoned house, but it was so far out in the boonies, we knew we needed to go as a team, just in case real trouble lurked, but we were both expecting to find Teton Tom, an old Army vet who had been camping and living off the land since he’d returned home from the Iraq War. Occasionally, he’d wander through Wisper, and some folks didn’t like the sad, dirty look of him.
I would’ve preferred to take the call on my own, but maybe it was a good idea to have Dan as backup and a distraction, so I couldn’t get carried away with the memories swirling around my head of last night and Brand’s possessive debauchery.
But oh, his sins against my body had been so sweet.
Until Brand, I’d had no idea I could feel so utterly satisfied. Sex with other men grew boring after the second or third time, but not with Brand. I had no clue how it was possible for him to treat me like a princess but pound, scratch, and smack at the same time, all the while demanding my obedience, and I hoped it would never end.
And the way he cared for and replenished me afterward was so thorough and touching. A full water bottle was never far from my hands, and he insisted on us finishing our escapades in the shower so he could cleanse us both. And he loved to brush my wet hair after our showers and rub lotion all over me, which then led to more sex and more showers.
When I arrived at the station this morning, a text from him appeared on my phone, asking if I’d taken my vitamins or had eaten.
He said he’d ordered something for us that would arrive at my house tomorrow, and the mystery excited me so much that I was getting wet in Dan’s truck, just imagining what it might be… fluffy, non-county-issued cuffs? A blindfold? I had no idea, but limitless and darkly seductive possibilities raced through my head.
He forbade me to open the box when it arrived. I was to wait for him to?—
Dan’s voice jerked me back to reality. “Roxi?”
“Huh?” I rolled down my window so the cool fall air rushing in could bring my body heat down a notch or two, and I pulled my hair into a low pony, so it would be out of the way when I put my hat back on when we arrived at the call.
“I asked if you’re okay. You’re distracted.”
“Oh.” I straightened and ran my hands over my vest to make sure all my tools were still attached and at the ready. I hadn’t realized I’d begun to slide down the seat a little, my body relaxing and becoming pliant already for the domination Brand would inflict on me soon. “No. I’m fine, just thinkin’ about some stuff.”
Dan’s covert wellness check when he snuck a glance at the expression on my face made a laugh bubble out of my mouth. Could he tell that I was imagining being whipped and chained to my already broken bed?
To steer him far away from that subject, I asked, “You hear about Abey’s mama?”
“Yeah,” he said, seemingly relieved to have something to chat easily about. “I was outside the station with Sylvia and Cord when the call came in. I followed them over to the doc’s place, but my help wasn’t needed. Abey was on another call, but she got over to the clinic quick. Her brother drove their mom from her house so they didn’t have to wait on the ambulance to get out to their property. It was a pretty tense time for him, I’d bet, but seemed like he had things under control.”
Another laugh hiccupped out of me. It was wildly inappropriate, but the word “control” when relating to Brand would forever make me blush.
Dan pulled off the side of the highway and parked, a look of real concern now marring his face. “Seriously, Roxanne, what’s goin’ on with you? You’re actin’ weird. It’s not like you to laugh at someone’s misfortune.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry! No, that’s not— I wasn’t laughin’ about Abey’s mama’s situation. It’s somethin’ in my personal life. I just can’t get it out of my head today.”
“Oh.” He pulled back onto the highway to drive the last mile we had to go to get to our call. “Do you wanna tell me about it?”
And now a cackle burst from the back of my throat. “Definitely not,” I said. “Since when do you and I discuss personal stuff?”
He shrugged. “We could. You’re my partner. I… care about you. If you need someone to talk to, it would make sense for you to talk to me.”
