A Dom's Dilemma (27 page)

“Kelly didn’t say exactly what happened to her, but I’m hopin’ she wasn’t hurt as bad as these latest victims, since her scarrin’ could be a result of corrective surgery. Although it would certainly explain why she’s so skittish at the thought of this guy findin’ her again. I’m gonna go see if I can make a connection to my case.”

“You want police back up?”

“A neighborly patrol wouldn’t hurt, but until I know more I can’t request anythin’ official.” He clapped Kyle on the shoulder. “I’ll let you know what I find out.” With that, Jim strode off to his car, attached the red light to his roof, put on his siren and took off, barely checking to make sure no one was in his way.

Jim wasted no time rushing up to Kelly’s door and pounding on it, then lit into her proper when she opened up without checking first. But her tears quickly took the wind out of his anger, so he drew her into his arms and held her.

“It’s all right, darlin’. Don’t cry. I’m here now and you’re safe. But I want you to be real careful next time, and check to make sure the idiot poundin’ on your door is me.”

She gave a muffled laugh, but held him so tightly he didn’t feel right about pushing her back so they could talk. Instead, he swept her up and carried her over to her couch where he sat down with her on his lap. It was then that he noticed she still wore the nightie she’d described to him last night, and she wasn’t wearing panties, just like she said.

That discovery, unfortunately, had his cock standing so firmly at attention he feared the zipper on his jeans would leave an indelible impression. He tried shifting as he held and comforted the soft bundle in his arms, but the movement only nestled her bottom more tightly over his point of consternation.

Finally, he held her face in his two hands and kissed her. Within a second she had straddled his lap and was pressing herself against him. “Whoa, girl,” he scolded gently as he tried to put a little more space between them.

“I need you,” she said, gazing at him with lashes still wet with her tears.

“Yeah, I sorta feel the same way. Perhaps it would be best if we attended to our needs before we talk. Otherwise, I don’t think either of us will be payin’ much attention to what the other is sayin’.” Picking her up, he carried her into the bedroom he’d spotted on his walk-through Thursday night.

Noting her bed still wasn’t made, he tossed the top sheet and blanket back, then set her down. “Take off your nightie, darlin’,” he ordered.

She promptly lifted it over her head and he stared down at their initials, neatly plucked and begging for his attention.

Grabbing her legs, he positioned her feet on the edge of the bed. She tried to scoot her butt back, but he shook his head and pulled it closer towards him. “No. Stay like this. First things first, I want to take a little taste of my treat before I sink into it.”

Then directing her to lie back and relax, he lowered his mouth to the shiny pink morsel that beckoned for his lips and teeth and caught the hint of a familiar woodsy fragrance. He preferred strawberries, but the slight scent of pine still brought a smile to his face.

“Jim?” she asked tremulously as he placed his lips against her nether ones.

“No torture today, darlin’. You may come when you’re ready,” he answered, positive he knew what her shaky query meant.

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied on a sigh, and he smiled as he coaxed her toward a powerful orgasm, enjoying the sweet, salty taste which was uniquely her. He could feel her whole body tightening as if she was about to explode, so he lightly nipped her clit, to bring her over. Arching up, she suddenly gripped his hair. They were both too far into things for him to scold, but what neither of them expected was the moment she cried out, she literally flooded his face and mouth with her climax. The lady ejaculated more than he did. He stayed with her until she calmed, and her hands fell to her side, then he inched back.

“Well. That was a bit unexpected,” he said, licking his lips, relieved he did like her taste, since he’d pretty much gotten a mouth full of it.

She lifted her head, then saw what she’d done. “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry,” she said, leaping off the bed to fetch him a towel, which she next used to wipe down his face, until he took the terrycloth out of her grasp and finished the job himself.

“How embarrassing,” she whispered looking as if she might cry.

“No need,” he assured her. “A lot of ladies do that, though it’s the first time I’ve ever gotten it so fully in the face.”

“I didn’t know. I mean. I’ve never done that before.”

“Really?” he asked, feeling more than a little proud of himself. “You normally don’t come with so much … enthusiasm?”

She shook her head, then started to smile. “Never.”

“Never?” he asked on a laugh. Then she came down on top of him, laughing almost as hard as he was. She curled up on his lap and hugged him as she gave into the humor of the situation.

“Oh. My. God. You should have seen your face,” she said between gasps.

“Yeah, I can imagine how it looked. But I think you’re gonna need to get another towel, darlin’, because I intend to get you so riled up, you’re gonna flood this bed but good.”

“You do?” she asked peeking up at him with uncertain shyness.

“Yes, I do.” Then lifting her up, he gave her a light smack. “Go get the towel, sub, and hurry back,” he ordered.

A slight frown came over her face for only a second, then she hurried off and came back seconds later with the requested bath linen. Taking it from her, he spread it on the edge of her bed, then gave it a pat. “Hop on up, and take the same position, please. Only this time, put your hands under your butt,” he said with an impish smile.

She readily agreed, allowing him to position her, then she frowned up at him. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?”

“Not this time, darlin’. Unfortunately, this one needs to be a quickie because we still have things we need to talk about.” Unzipping his jeans, he sheathed himself in a condom, fully aware she was watching him the entire time through wide, innocent-looking blue eyes. When he glanced over and caught her gaze, she was biting her lower lip uncertainly.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a wink as he reached between her legs to make sure she was ready for him.

“Impressive. Maybe a little too impressive. It’s been awhile for me.”

“It has?” At her nod, he bent over to give her a gentle kiss, then moved lower to lightly suck and nip at her breasts while his fingers sought and stroked her inside and his thumb played with her clit. When she started to squirm and moan, he lifted his head and gazed right into her soft, blue gaze. “Then we’ll take it slow and easy at first. I’m not in that much of a hurry,” he assured her poising himself at her moist entrance as a tiny frown of frustration wrinkled her brow.

He could see a myriad of emotions cross her beautiful face. She wanted all of him thrusting into her right now, but a part of her still held back with uncertainty. Confident she was ready for him, he started to ease in while watching each subtle change in her expression. When the frown deepened and her teeth worried her lower lip he withdrew a bit, having only gotten about two inches in. She tried grabbing at him, but he shook his head.

“Hands under your bottom now, or I’ll tie ‘em up.” She quickly obeyed, gazing at him uneasily. She definitely did not like the thought of being restrained. “You’re really tight, darlin’, and you’re tensin’ for no reason,” he murmured, running his hands along her belly and up her sides. “No need to press things harder or faster than they need to be. Hear?”

She gave a small nod, but her passageway remained taut allowing him no more than three inches in this time before he pulled out, then slowly eased his way back inside her. For someone who’d been flooding his mouth a few minutes earlier, she seemed unbelievably tight and a little on the dry side, which meant she was afraid he intended to hurt her. The longer he worked with her the more trouble Jim had understanding how Kyle had missed seeing Kelly’s obvious insecurity. Yes, she acted out at times, and could be unacceptably insolent, but she didn’t do it because she wanted to be punished. Just the opposite in fact. She was afraid of pain and being stripped bare emotionally beneath another’s control. Someone had done a real job on her, and he meant to fix it so she no longer feared anything they did together. Anything.

Bending forward, he eased his hands under her shoulders and drew her closer to him. “You’re my girl, Kelly Franklin. You know that?” He felt her inner muscles clench as her vagina grew moist enough to allow him in a little further. Then keeping his arms wrapped about her, he placed his mouth on hers so their lips were barely touching and used the tip of his tongue to lightly stroke her parted lips as if asking permission to enter. Her moan came deep from her throat as she pushed herself closer in a plea for him to deepen their kiss. And that almost got him home. Withdrawing slightly, he nibbled on her lower lip and gave a thrust and found himself seated all the way inside her.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Better.” Relishing her tight, warm grip, he began with slow, even, but deep thrusts. “I don’t think this is gonna take long at all, darlin’, so you may come when ready.”

With her neck and back arched against his arms while keeping her hands clasped behind her, she managed to eek out through passion-clenched jaws, “Thank you, Sir.”

He changed his angle a mere fraction, stroking the spot that made her toes curl. Another tight moan emerged as her entire body tensed with pleasure, then she clamped down on him as she attained the pinnacle she had been stretching toward and gave a full-throated cry. He felt her climax flooding her passageway when she came. He was almost there himself, and gave three more deep thrusts before his body erupted with the huge release he’d been hungering for since he first saw her. Unable to suppress his muted yell of satisfaction and relief, he held absolutely still while his dick pulsed in time with the contractions of her waning orgasm. Not wanting to leave the warm haven he found inside her, but knowing they needed to talk, he grabbed the edge of the towel and lifted it as he pulled out of her.

This time he could see the creamy white fluid flowing out of her, and it was copious. She was a juicy little thing when fully aroused, and the fact that she only did it with him made him that much prouder of the accomplishment. He wiped her down with a clean edge of the towel while she lay relaxed in boneless splendor before him, then saw to the disposal of his condom. When he returned, she still hadn’t moved. Shaking his head, but smiling, he rolled her over onto her stomach and gave her a light swat.

One spank was enough to bring her swiveling up into a sitting position with an indignant squawk. “What was that for?” she demanded with a scowl.

He inclined his head toward her as a warning to watch her tone, then narrowed his eyes and scowled. “That’s for layin’ there when there’s work to be done, woman! Now, go put some clothes on, so I don’t keep gettin’ distracted, while I go fix us both somethin’ to drink. Then meet me back in the livin’ room. We need to talk.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, more than a little sullenly. The moment his back was turned, he allowed his inner grin to widen into a full-fledged smile while he strode into the kitchen with a whistle. The lady wanted to play, and he felt exactly the same way.

After some searching, Jim managed to find everything he needed to fix them both a Coke with ice. As he poured in the beverage he called out to Kelly, “So, what made you decide to stay home today, darlin’?”

Rather than answer him, however, his lady stepped into the kitchen and asked, “Are you hungry? Would you like a snack? Maybe cookies?”

Recognizing the evasion tactic for what it was, he turned to give her a suspicious glare. “When did you ask for the time off, Kelly?”

She shrugged, as if the answer wasn’t really important. “Thursday, I guess. You like chocolate chip?” she asked, reaching up for a box of cookies on her top shelf. The stretch had her bottom posed in such a way that he couldn’t resist. Placing one hand on her shoulder to steady her he gave her a much firmer swat this time.

She jerked back in pain, but his hold kept her from falling. Though she scowled at him, tears immediately sprang to her eyes as she yanked her arm out of his grasp and rubbed the spot he’d punished. He hadn’t given her permission to ease her discomfort, but he didn’t call her on it, either.

“Still a little sore?” he asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter with a knowing smile. He got back a rather vicious-looking glower from her this time, which he chose to ignore … again. He was letting her get away with far too much. He should be paddling her cute pink ass purple, but he didn’t have the heart to do it quite so soon after Friday night. Not yet, at least.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Could it be you requested time off on Thursday because you suspected you’d need it to recover after pullin’ that stunt at the station?” Jim asked silkily.

When Kelly responded by slowly lowering her hands and eyes with obvious guilt he knew without a doubt that he was right. The sneaky minx had planned to disobey him all along, knowing full well what it would cost her. He thought she hadn’t taken him seriously, but it appeared that she had. She just didn’t care, and that realization made his palms start to itch.

“How many days did you request off, Kelly?” he snapped with a frown.

“Today and tomorrow,” she admitted softly.

With a nod, he pointed back to the living room. “Go and sit down before I decide you need more than one swat for purposely disobeyin’ me. You knew I was gonna beat your ass for what you did, and it didn’t even make you think twice.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, slowly walking back into the living room, minus the cookies. He wasn’t hungry anyway, so he followed her in and handed her the Coke he’d fixed, then sat down on the couch adjacent to the chair she’d chosen.

“I’m real disappointed in you right now, Kelly girl,” he scolded.

Tears filled her eyes as she tilted her head a little to look at him. Though his tone was soft, his words were harsh, as he meant them to be. Usually he took care to direct his anger toward the deed, not the person. But at that moment he was sorely tempted to give her insubordinate backside a good, old-fashioned whaling, except that wouldn’t give him what he really wanted. Leaning back against the sofa, he took a sip of his cool drink and tried to calm down. He needed information, not a flood of tears, so despite his desire to lay into her good and proper, he held back and counted to ten.