Page 177 of Hot Cops

She bit her lip, pretending to think. Then she shook her head.

“Good girl.”

She didn’t understand his pleasure until he lifted her off his cock, twisted her quickly, and tossed her facedown over his lap. Before she could even consider escaping, his hand struck her bare ass three times. Chloe gripped Blake’s calf, torn between halting the spanking and begging for more. It hurt more than she’d expected, but not so much that she couldn’t feel her arousal sparking, flaring.

Blake stroked the heated flesh, his fingers surprisingly gentle after his hard blows. Then he repeated the motions, striking her ass three more times before caressing the skin again.

Her stomach clenched in anticipation when he raised his hand, her body readying itself for more. He paused. She knew the game. He wanted her to ask for it, to beg. She lifted her head, glancing at him over her shoulder.

“Who’s in charge, Chloe?”

She narrowed her eyes, not ready to give in yet. She let her silence answer the question.

Blake grinned at her stubbornness, clearly enjoying the struggle for power. He lifted her from his lap—much to her dismay—pulling her up until she straddled his lap once more.

He guided his cock to her pussy, using a strong grip on her waist to press himself inside her. Fully seated, he held her in place, refusing to let her move.

“Are you on the Pill?”

She nodded.

“Are you okay with not using the condom?”

“Yes.”

His strong hands held her down despite her attempts to move. She needed friction, thrusting, anything. Her pussy clenched against his cock, seeking more, but Blake held steady.

“Blake,” she snapped, her temper firing. “Fuck me. Now.”

He leaned toward her, nipping her earlobe in warning. “That’s not a very nice way to ask. Who’s in charge, Chloe?”

She continued her struggle, wiggling her hips as much as his hands would allow…which wasn’t anywhere near enough.

“Hand the reins over to me and I’ll give you everything you want.”

It was the most tempting offer she’d ever received in her life. Given her rather powerful personality, she’d only managed to attract men who expected her to control every aspect of her life—professionally, personally…and sexually. She was damn tired of being on top.

Still, her pride made it hard for her to give in so easily. Even if she was cutting off her nose to spite her face. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him what he wanted to hear, but Blake must have decided her time was up.

He lifted her off his cock then grasped her hand in his. He tugged her to her bed, where he pulled back the covers and tossed her into the middle of the mattress. She started to sit, but he held his hand up, halting her.

“Don’t move. Not one muscle. If you do, I’m going to demonstrate the difference between a spanking to stimulate and a spanking to punish. Understand?”

She nodded, the sadist in her really wanting to test that limit. Instead, she decided to let this game play out. She lay on the bed and watched as he rifled through her dresser. He found what he was seeking in the second drawer.

Chloe closed her eyes, fighting her growing arousal when he came back to the bed, scarves in hand. He used one to bind her wrists together then he tied them outstretched above her to the headboard. She wiggled, trying to loosen the knot, but Blake knew his stuff.

She startled, her gaze flying to his face when his hands pressed her legs apart and he knelt between them. She read his intent as he looked down at her pussy. He looked a bit like a man surveying the all-you-can-eat bar. She giggled.

Blake paused, his mouth quirking up at the corners. “You find bondage funny?”

She shook her head. “Not really. I’m excited and edgy. My mind is whirling a million miles a minute, thinking about ridiculous things. I’m a nervous giggler.”

“Maybe I should try to distract you.” With that, he bent down, his tongue finding her clit on the first stroke.

Her hips reared up, but Blake’s hands were there, holding her against the mattress. Though he hadn’t restrained her feet, Chloe didn’t pretend that she wasn’t truly helpless. Blake had complete control of her body, his own personal plaything. That idea didn’t frighten her at all. It made her even hotter.

Blake ran his tongue along her slit from ass to clit and back again. She felt consumed, possessed. Chloe closed her eyes, but that didn’t stop her from feeling Blake’s head shake.

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