Her Officer in Charge (17 page)

“Thank you, sir.”

Ending the call, feeling much relieved, Vince drove a short distance to his favorite lunch spot. After parking behind the small restaurant, he ambled inside, ordered a chicken sandwich and coffee, and sat down on the outside patio to catch his breath. The coffee was delivered, and he drank several mouthfuls before pulling the burner phone from his pocket to call Bella.

“Hello?” she said breathlessly.

“Hey, why are you panting?”

“I’ve been watching TV but I couldn’t concentrate, so I just peeked out the drapes and I saw that guy, Scott’s manager, down by the pool.”

“What was he doing?”

“Uh, lounging.”

“You can relax, everything is under control. The rules still apply, you still have to be invisible, but everything’s going to be just fine.”

“Really? I’d still like to know what the heck is going on.”

“I’ll be there later today, sooner if I can, but it will probably be around three-thirty, maybe four.”

“I miss you,” she said softly.

“Yeah, me too,” he replied.

“When you come back, can you stay a while?”

“Try to stop me,” he said, lowering his voice.

“I think I’ll take a long, hot, scented bath and wait for you naked.”

“Naughty girl,” he grinned, feeling his cock stir. Seeing the waitress approach with his sandwich, he added, “Behave yourself. I have to go.”

“No promises,” she giggled.

“You know what that means,” he chuckled. “Goodbye, Bella.”

“Goodbye, sir.”

The waitress placed the sandwich in front of him and he bit into it, letting out a groan of satisfaction. He ordered it often but it had never tasted better. Fresh chicken roasted on the premises, a creamy dressing that contained cranberries and rosemary, and shredded lettuce to top it off.

He took his time, sipping the freshly brewed coffee, and preparing himself for the drama that was about to play out. He’d just finished eating when his burner phone rang. He knew who it would be, and breaking into a smile, he answered.

“Captain Valenti?”

“Hello, Scott. How are you?”

Chapter Twenty-One

When Vince returned to the base, he drove directly to his office and dove into his work. He’d fallen behind, and, wanting to get back to Bella, he labored feverishly to catch up. A little after four o’clock he put the last piece of paperwork to bed and was about to leave his office, when his phone rang. It was the major.

“Captain, we have a development,” declared the major, his voice crisp and authoritative.

“From the prints?”

“Yes, from the prints. Where are you?”

“I’m in my office about to head out.”

“Everything still on an even keel with the girl?”

“Yes, major.”

“You need to keep her close, she and Bateman may be working together.”

“Yes, sir, you don’t have to worry. She’s not going anywhere.”

“I’ll speak to you in the morning. Good work, captain. Good work.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Hanging up the phone, Vince felt his heart pump for the second time that day.

“As you would say, Bella, holy crap,” Vince muttered. “He didn’t waste any time.”

Grabbing his jacket, Vince headed out the door and jumped in his car. He had planned to stop at the small restaurant and pick up a sandwich for Bella, but as he left the base he changed his mind. He would soon be in the luxurious suite and could order a gourmet meal from room service.

Parking at the back of the hotel as he’d done when he’d checked in, he pushed through the exit door and trotted up the stairwell, but when he let himself in, he found the drapes had been closed. The room was in darkness but for a shard of light coming from the bedroom. Always cautious, he crept forward, but when he peered around the door, his concerned frown transformed into a wide grin. Bella was as she’d promised she would be; the bedcovers had been pulled back, and she was lying naked on the bed.

“You took your time, sailor,” she said, stretching out her arms as he entered.

“I’m a marine,” he chuckled as he hurried across to her and took her in his arms.

“I know, but sailor works better with that line.”

“Look at you,” he sighed, pulling back. “A little package of gorgeousness. Don’t go anywhere, I’m going to jump into the shower.”

“Me? Go somewhere? Like where?” she giggled. “You think I’m going to go dancing down the hallway in my birthday suit?”

“Right now I’m thinking over my knee,” he said, raising his eyebrows, then he emptied his pockets onto the nightstand.

“Condoms?” she quipped. “What makes you think you’re going to get lucky?”

“Yes, definitely over my knee,” he retorted with a grin, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Closing her eyes, Bella dropped her hand against her sex. After her long, relaxing soak, though a small voice in her head had told her she shouldn’t be touching herself without permission, her fingers had toyed between her legs, bringing her to the brink more than once.

As she listened to him shower, then potter around the bathroom, the desire to see his reaction to her hand against her sex tempted her to continue, but when the bathroom door opened and he approached the bed, she felt a flurry of butterflies and immediately questioned the wisdom of her decision.

“What do we have here?” he asked, approaching the bed. “Does the maiden wish to be punished?”

“Why would you say that?” she purred, dropping her hand away and reaching it toward his groin, hoping it would distract him.

“The thing is, Bella, there are only so many times I’ll let you manipulate me into spanking you,” he said, taking her hand and sitting on the edge of the mattress, “and you are pushing the envelope.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she sweetly replied.

“My goodness,” he said sternly, grabbing her wrist. “Now you’re adding a lie to your sins?”

“Lie? What lie?” she giggled.

“You are in a sassy mood. Tell me, have you been touching yourself all afternoon, lying here waiting for me?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she sighed. “Come and lie next to me. I need a cuddle.”

“More lies? Bella, my goodness. I can only assume you want me to whip your butt very hard.”

“No!”

“Do you remember the night I caught you and took you into my office?”

“How could I forget? Every single detail is in my head forever.”

“One chance to tell me the truth, remember that part?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, feeling her butterflies starting to swirl in a frenzied dance.

“It appears history is going to repeat itself. One chance, Bella, to tell me the truth, the whole truth, about those naughty fingers I just saw between your legs.”

“Can’t you just lie next to me?” she bleated, repeating her request. “I’ve missed you. I’ve been lying here thinking about you all afternoon.”

“Hmm, I can tell,” he said softly, releasing her wrist to explore her soaked sex.

“Ooh, sir,” she moaned, wriggling against his finger.

“One chance. Tell me right now or I will tie you to this bed and go into the living room and watch television.”

“No! You wouldn’t.”

“Of course I would.”

“That would be cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Then start talking.”

“Okay, fine. After my bath I was craving you, like, really craving you, and you didn’t, exactly, tell me I couldn’t touch myself, so I, uh, sort of did.”

“But you knew you shouldn’t.”

“Yes, sir,” she sighed, loving the sweep of submission descending upon her.

“Then what?”

“After you went into take a shower just now I started again, but when I heard the shower stop, I touched myself again because I wanted to see what you would do if you caught me.”

“What a surprise,” he said with a wry grin as he pushed his finger inside her.

“Ooh, sir,” she gasped again.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Please, sir, will you spank me then make love to me?” she whispered.

As Vince had listened to her confession, his cock had surged to full attention. He had no desire to refuse her, but he still needed to exact some discipline.

“I’m going to grant your request,” he said, leaning his head down to kiss her nipples, “but you know I have to punish you.”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed.

“You’re going to have your first taste of a bath brush.”

“A bath brush? Ooh, that doesn’t sound very nice.”

“It’s not, but you have only yourself to blame,” he said, kissing her lightly. “I’ll warm your bottom over my knee just the way you hoped I would, but then you’ll get three swats on each cheek with the back of the brush. I believe it will give you pause next time you’re tempted to touch yourself without permission, or test me like you did.”

“Oh, sir.”

“Go and fetch it, then come back here and lie over my lap.”

“Yes, sir,” she said softly, and, stomach churning, she moved off the bed and padded into the bathroom.

As Vince watched her naked body walk away, her bottom still showing signs of his previous attention, he reached for a pillow so she could bury her head. He didn’t need a concerned guest calling the manager because of howls and wails coming from the suite.

“Here you are, sir,” Bella said demurely, returning with the long-handled wooden brush.

“Thank you,” he said, placing it to the side. “Stretch over my lap, your head and feet on the bed.”

Climbing onto the mattress, she laid herself flat, and before she’d barely settled he began smacking her upturned bottom.

“Head in that pillow,” he said firmly. “No loud yelps.”

Grabbing the pillow, she stuffed her face into the soft down, wriggling as the heavy slaps continued to fall.

“Fast and furious,” he declared, accelerating his hand, “this is going to be fast and furious.”

“Owwwwwww,” she wailed. “Sir, sir, please!”

Bella was stunned with the force and pace of the spanking. Her bottom was quickly plagued with a stinging heat, and there was no letup from his punishing hand.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, continuing to rain his swats.

“No, yes, not so hard,” her muffled voice cried.

“If you’re going to test me, be prepared for the consequences.”

“Sir, I get it,” she cried. “I do.”

“In a minute you’ll truly have reason to say that,” he warned, unexpectedly transforming his hot hand into a warm caress as he rubbed her scalded skin.

“I don’t know why I do these things,” she moaned.

“Perhaps one day you’ll understand I’ll always exact discipline, and remember what I said. You’re pushing the envelope, and whacking a bottom isn’t the only way to punish a naughty girl.”

“I’ll remember,” she whimpered.

“Time to move on to the brush,” he decreed. “The first three are for touching yourself when you knew you shouldn’t, the second for testing me. I’m still deciding on your punishment for your lies and attempting to manipulate me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir, understood.”

“Face in the pillow, these are going to hurt.”

Hearing her worried, muffled groan, Vince picked up the bath brush and smoothed it across her cheeks to warn her of its impending visit, then, raising it in the air, he flicked his wrist and landed a solid strike. She howled into the pillow, then howled again as he delivered the second and third whacks, the last ending on her sit spot.

“Now for lying,” he declared.

Repeating the punishment on her opposite cheek elicited the same wails of painful remorse.

“Are we beginning to see the light?”

“Yes, sir, definitely.”

“I don’t wish to be so severe with you, Bella, but if you continue to do these things, then I must continue to exact my discipline.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Yes, I’m sure you are,” he sighed, “but sorry is getting a bit old.”

Placing the brush on the mattress next to him, he shifted her body to raise her hips, and, holding her tightly, he began showering her bottom with swift slaps, moving his palm with lightning speed across the entirety of both cheeks.

Squealing into the pillow, Bella squirmed and wriggled, but his hold was too strong. She was being punished, and punished well, and as the searing sting took hold, she swore to herself not to do things she knew would get her into trouble.

“All right, young lady, come on, into my arms. So naughty, my goodness.”

“Ouch, ouch, ouch. Man, that hurt, ooh.”

“As I believe I have said, punishment is supposed to hurt. If you ever want a spanking for pleasure, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

“Yes, sir, I’m soooo sorry.”

“I’ll bet you are,” he sighed. “Silly, bratty girl.”

“Can we please lie next to each other, side by side?”

“Yes, sweetheart, of course we can.”

Shifting on the mattress, he laid her down next to him, and with her face buried in his chest, he moved his hand softly over her hot, stinging seat until she lifted her head, begging for a kiss. His lips slid across hers, his tongue pushed between her teeth, and with a passionate fervor she pressed her body against him.

“I want you so much,” she bleated as he moved his lips to her neck.

Pushing her onto her back, he retrieved a condom from the nightstand, quickly slid it in place, then rolled on top of her and let his member find its own way into her soaked sex. He continued to kiss her as he thrust, then raised himself up as he grabbed her wrists and brought them to either side of her head, pinning them on the mattress.

“Sir, please, will you accept my orgasm?” she panted.

“Already?” he teased, slowing his strokes.

“I was so close this afternoon, so many times,” she groaned.

“You mean you repeatedly brought yourself to the edge but didn’t come?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That must have been difficult,” he purred, his cock continuing to move slowly in and out.

“It was, so difficult,” she gasped.

“I’m proud of you for holding back, so yes, you may give me your orgasm.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Guided by her moans and utterances of pleasure, he increased his pace and, closing his eyes, chased his orgasm to join with hers. As she took in a sharp breath and held it, he knew she was about to erupt, and pumped harder, urging his cream to bubble to the surface.