Arrested By Love (11 page)

"Yes, sir," she answered sullenly.

"As your husband-to-be, we agreed that I get to decide what we do, or don't do, in the bedroom, correct?"

"No, not entirely," she disagreed. "I get a say."

"Yes, you do. But...." He let his voice trail off as he stared at her. She knew what he wanted her to concede, only she refused to do it.

Instead, she narrowed her eyes, pulled away from him and said sharply, "I'm not always going to let you boss me around, Kyle Sinclair. I'm perfectly capable of making up my own mind about my body, you know?"

With a nod, he lowered one hand and placed it over her stomach. "Your body, my love, will one day nurture and protect our children as they develop from a fetus into a baby. That baby will be mine as much as it will be yours. Yes, you will be the one to carry it, and you will be the one to give birth to it. I understand that. However, something as serious as taking the pill could affect our unborn child, should you become pregnant while still on it. So, I believe I have every right to insist upon being with you when this decision is made."

Closing her eyes, Tiffany sighed, then nodded. She should have known he'd find a way to win this argument as he had every other argument they've had since they got engaged. God, was that really only two weeks ago?

The next day, Tiffany called to make the appointment and advised her doctor's assistant that she wished to discuss birth control with the physician and her fiance would be coming with her. Unfortunately, the doctor wasn't available to see her until mid-June. That meant another three weeks of using condoms. She didn't like it, but she really had no other choice, so she made the appointment and marked it on her calendar.

Kyle's birthday, on June 10th, was approximately one week before Tiffany's doctor's appointment, and she'd nearly forgotten it this year with everything going on. Luckily, on the day they got engaged, Chrissy happened to ask Tiffany what she intended to get Kyle now that they were a soon-to-be-married couple, except Tiffany had no answer. One week later, she still had no idea what to get him or what to do for him, so she went surfing on the web and found what she thought would be the perfect gift.

All cops reportedly had "sweet teeth," so she'd surprise him by baking and decorating a cake. A very special cake. She wasn't especially talented in the kitchen, so she considered this to be a pretty big deal for her. Both her mother and Chrissy volunteered to help, and they researched then purchased all the supplies they thought they needed on the web.

Kyle loved chocolate, so Tiffany decided she would make him a chocolate cake with butter-cream frosting. He was going to be 29, so she wanted to decorate it with the symbols of police officer: a silver badge, stop sign and handcuffs made of specially-colored fondant icing. In addition, she planned to have fourteen dark-blue candles alternating with fourteen silver candles circled around a tiny fondant police car in the middle, complete with the blue and red light bar, for which she intended to use some properly colored sugar sparkles to make it stand out a little. His twenty-ninth candle would be a slightly taller white one, which she'd place right behind the light bar to match the car.

Tiffany really wanted this to be a very special work of art that he would be proud to share with the rest of his department. The stop sign, handcuffs and car were her more personal, private message to him; however, they were innocuous enough that others might not get their hidden meaning. So, knowing she had a pretty big learning curve to overcome, Tiffany started working on it at least two weeks before the big day in question, but swore her mother and sister to secrecy.

Kyle knew for a couple of weeks that Tiffany was up to something by the way she continued giving suspiciously evasive answers to his questions about what she was doing. Having learned to read her tells, he could recognize pretty quickly whenever she was attempting to keep a secret from him. However, he could also tell that whatever project she'd set herself to this time, it was also making her very happy.

He sensed no guilt, sadness or anger within her. So, after asking a couple of times if she wanted to share, and having her shake her head, he decided to let it drop. And though he would liked to have known everything his darling minx was up to, he also realized that she had a right to her own thoughts and dreams without him repeatedly crashing in on them. He loved her, she loved him, and that was all that mattered.

However, Kyle had yet another reason why he didn't feel it was right for him to press Tiffany into revealing her secrets. And that was because he had a big one of his own, which he had chosen not to share with her. Especially not after he'd seen her reaction to the equipment he had stored in his bottom drawer.

Kelly Franklin, his former girlfriend and sub who he'd been seeing steadily before he'd caught Tiffany in the school zone, was having trouble letting him go.

He'd made it clear, or thought he had when they first started going out, that all the two of them could ever have was a 'scratch-an-itch' sort of relationship. Casual, with no commitments. But after they'd been dating for awhile, Kelly had wanted more.

She'd actually been the one to introduce him to BDSM, which was the reason he'd kept all the bondage and discipline equipment Tiffany had seen in his bottom drawer. More than once, Kelly had told him that she liked it when he tied her to the bed and flogged or paddled her until she went into that floating dream state, or subspace, that submissives often achieved when orgasms interlaced with pain caused endorphins to flood their brains.

Admittedly, Kyle had enjoyed playing a Dom, and some of the BDSM experimentation had appealed to him on a visceral level. However, even though he'd enjoyed Kelly's body and doing kinky sex scenes with her, he'd never really loved her. She played the submissive well enough to stroke his ego, but nothing they did contained the truth and sincerity needed to touch his heart. They were just games.

For him, it was like playing Master and slave. They had a Total Power Exchange that, although great fun in the beginning, soon became a fulltime job, which eventually turned into a chore rather than a pleasure. And that's when he knew it had to end. Kelly was simply too high maintenance for him.

So, he'd actually tried to break up with Kelly even before he'd threatened to arrest Tiffany. However, like many submissives, Kelly became addicted to the lifestyle until she needed to be dominated in order to reach a climax. She needed a man to control her and inflict a little pain while he either dispensed or denied whatever pleasure he thought she deserved. She needed a man to force her to bend to his will until she no longer had one of her own.

Except sometimes a man didn't want to have to force a woman. Sometimes a man simply wanted a woman to enjoy being with him. To love and desire him, faults and all. Kyle didn't want a submissive for a wife, he wanted a partner. That wasn't to say that he espoused total equality of the sexes.

Yeah, admittedly, he was a chauvinist pig at times, and happily so. He wanted a wife who could stand up on her own if he needed her to, and yet bend to his will when he was insistent she follow his wishes. Challenges had their place in life. They kept a man on his toes. However, a man didn't like having to be on his toes when he wanted to walk barefoot in the sand.

Needless to say, his breakup back in mid-December with Kelly had been--messy. He tried explaining that it really had nothing to do with her. His preferences had changed and he no longer wished to scene with anyone. Except, as he should have expected, she took it as a personal rejection. She was a screamer when pleasured and angered as well.

Kyle knew Kelly well-enough to realize he'd have a problem with her when they broke up, so he didn't try to separate with her in public. She would have just loved 'acting up' in a restaurant. Instead, he'd brought her to his apartment and let her know, quietly and calmly, that it was over between them.

She'd hit him, yelled at him, then cried and begged on her knees for him not to do this to her. Prostrating herself on the floor, she pleaded with her Master to punish her if he was unhappy with her behavior--not leave her. He could even whip her if he thought she needed correction.

Except her master didn't want any of that, and when he told her so, she threatened to kill herself. So, Kyle went totally against his nature and did something really stupid. He dared her to go ahead.

Kelly had totally and completely fallen apart then, and Kyle knew he had fucked up, royally. He should have tried to let her down more gently and eased her into another D/s relationship instead of just dumping her as though she had meant nothing to him. Unfortunately, Kyle didn't want to play those games anymore. At least not with her.

When Kelly started to sob uncontrollably, he became firm with her, which was what she'd appeared to want from him. However, she'd also wanted him to cuddle and comfort her after he'd finished with his reprimand, and he simply refused to do that. However, given that he couldn't provide Kelly with everything she needed, and recognizing that he owed her more than the rude brush off he'd dispensed, he promised to help her get settled in their local club with a new Dom.

She immediately complained that she didn't want a new Dom, she wanted him. But Kyle cannily played the Dom card by reminding her what she wanted was not what was important. It was what he wanted and she needed.

Kelly had accepted the chastisement with a proper show of meekness by dropping to her knees at his feet and begging his forgiveness. He placed a hand on her head and told her he forgave her as long as she went home without further argument and met him at the club the next day. Amazingly enough she obeyed him, and entered the club's doors promptly at six o'clock the next night, dressed in the proper fetish wear for a submissive.

True to his word, Kyle introduced her to a few available Doms. Though none of them were looking for a 24/7 relationship, he explained the situation to them and they agreed to try and help Kelly through her issues, as Doms were meant to do. Everything seemed fine for the last six months or so, but whatever program the guys had set up for her had evidently ceased meeting her needs,

Except Kyle wasn't aware there was even a problem until earlier that day, when Kelly actually sought him out at work and threatened to make their relationship public if he didn't accept her back as his fulltime submissive. 24/7.

Even though Kyle knew very-well that he wasn't the only police officer in his unit to enjoy the BDSM scene, he wasn't eager to have knowledge of his alternate lifestyle made public within the precinct.

Doms tended to be a close-knit group, so he was already aware of the other guys' situations. One, on the canine squad, was in a committed relationship, and had even collared his sub last month. The other, who worked as a detective, had actually had beers with Kyle on occasion. So, Kyle knew Jim wasn't committed to anyone and actually preferred to "play the field."

However, like him, neither Bob nor Jim wanted their preferences made public. And though Kyle wasn't ashamed of his activities, he didn't relish upper management finding out that he'd been a BDSM Dominant for over three years. It could cause problems for him when it came to a promotion, and even worse problems if Tiffany ever found out.

So, when Kelly marched into the station earlier and demanded to see him, Kyle pulled her into a vacant interrogation room and tried to reason with her. That was probably mistake number one. He should have known better. Kelly did not want to be reasonable, she wanted to be mastered. And she was acting the brat because she wanted him to dominate her into submission until she had no choice other than to obey him.

Kyle was actually pretty good at that. Modestly, he thought he even excelled at it, occasionally. He could master without making it sexual if he had to; however, dominance and sex were so closely intertwined in his mind that he didn't enjoy the first without the second. Except he no longer wanted to master Kelly, and he had absolutely no desire to have sex with her. He really just wanted to dump her on someone else, and let them try to handle her and see to her needs.

However, Kyle, still feeling guilty for daring Kelly to kill herself, accepted that his duty to her would remain in place until he could find someone else to master her successfully. He didn't like the situation, but, unfortunately for him, it appeared he didn't have much choice in the matter. As her former Dom, he felt a responsibility toward her whether he wanted one or not.

Realizing his task of finding Kelly a Dom who could successfully top her was a tricky situation, Kyle kept his search very low key in an effort to keep Tiffany from ever discovering his previous lifestyle. Because alternative to his preference of having sex when dominating in a BDSM situation, he had also discovered that he could really enjoy sex without kink, as long as it was with Tiffany. He couldn't say their sex was vanilla, exactly, since he wasn't a strictly missionary position kind of guy. However, he also no longer felt the need to tie a woman up and whip her ass just to enjoy making love to her. Nor did he need a woman to kneel at his feet in order to feel more in control.

From their brief experience, Kyle was all-too-aware that just the idea of whips, bondage and paddles frightened Tiffany, so he gave them up without a second thought or single reservation. The only thing important to him now was his special girl. Yeah, okay, he did spank her occasionally, when her behavior necessitated it, but that was as far as it needed to go with him.

Ever since she was ten-years-old, Kyle knew Tiffany would occasionally need him to take a firm hand with her, even if she didn't realize it herself. Though he wasn't a psychiatrist, he recognized when she started to get defiant, bratty, or mouthy that she was basically demanding he prove to her that he was still man enough to handle her. That he cared enough to make sure she stayed safe and healthy, and would protect her from anything that might harm her--even herself.

Occasionally, though not often, she also needed him to control her, so she could feel protected. Yeah, he gave her a lot of leeway, and let her get away with a lot more than he would have a few years back when he was heavily into the scene. However, even he had his limits. The top one being her safety and well being. Anything that threatened her was dealt with ruthlessly and without mercy. So, even if she did something that could potentially harm her in some way, he refused to tolerate it. And if she persisted in an undesirable activity, contrary to his wishes, she paid her consequence with a very warm bottom.