Page 222 of Hot Cops

Annie flushed, her breathing becoming rapid.

“You will do exactly as I say and nothing more.” He stroked his cock with one hand as she watched, the other still gripping her hair, holding her captive.

Annie didn’t resist his tight hold or try to take control. Slowly, the submissive part she kept at bay ninety-nine percent of the time started to emerge. They’d only scratched the surface on her desire to yield to him during their previous sexual games, but Evan had recognized her needs.

“Open your mouth, Ms. Iser.”

She complied so quickly, Evan failed to hide his smile as he directed his cock toward her pretty lips. Even without the use of her hands, Annie was more than able to test the limits of his control. She drew her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock, humming as she dipped the tip of it into the slit at the head of his dick.

He took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, to resist. “Did I tell you to do anything more than open your mouth?”

Annie stilled, raising her eyes to his face. He didn’t withdraw from her mouth, didn’t wait for an answer.

“I told you to do exactly what I say. Nothing more. Understand?”

He fought a wave of lightheadedness when she nodded, his cock still deep inside her mouth.

“I’m not interested in a blowjob, Ms. Iser. You’re mine this weekend. You’re here for my pleasure. And what I want right now is to fuck your mouth.” His words were deliberately crude. They’d spent the past year tiptoeing around each other in the bedroom, playing nice until Evan thought he’d go mad. The kid gloves were off. His wife was going to see the man he longed to be.

She nodded once more, her eyes telling him she wanted the same thing. He used his grip on her hair to direct her motion. Pushing his hips toward her, he pulled her forward. His cock brushed the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, trying to fight against his hold. He didn’t relinquish, didn’t release her.

He continued to thrust in, pushing her farther than he’d ever dared. On the fifth pass, her throat opened and his cock slid deeper. Annie groaned, the sound triggering something primal inside him.

Evan moved faster, took her with more force. She was with him. Her mouth opened wider and soon it wasn’t his hand moving her toward him, it was Annie increasing the pace, the depth. She was wild, unrestrained. Beautiful.

Evan closed his eyes as his balls drew tight. Then he held Annie still, his cock exploding, sending jet after jet of come down her throat. She swallowed, and as he started to withdraw, she followed him, licking him clean with her tongue, sucking lightly on his now flaccid cock.

He pulled free, reaching down to pull her up. He held her face as he kissed her. When they parted, it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her how much he loved her, but he wasn’t ready to leave the game yet. There were still fences to mend.

He turned her away from him gently, releasing her from the cuffs. She started to rub her wrists, but he stopped her, massaging them himself.

Annie was uncharacteristically quiet. One look at her face told him she had fallen deep into the fantasy. Time to take it up a notch.

“Don’t get used to your freedom, Ms. Iser. You’re still in custody.”

He led her to a tree nearby. The sun had set as day gave way to dusk. When it grew darker, he’d move them back to the convertible and make use of the spotlights on his police car. His cock—though sated—twitched as he considered his plans for the rest of the evening.

“Take off that dress.”

Annie didn’t hesitate as she reached for the hem, tugging the lightweight cotton over her head in one quick motion. She made no move to undress further. His little submissive was learning her lessons well.

“Kick off your flip-flops.”

Again, she complied instantly.

He stepped closer and reached into the cups of her lacy bra. Evan drew her breasts over the stretchy material, so they were pushed up, her nipples tempting him to take a taste.

Bending his head, he sucked one turgid tip roughly into his mouth. She gasped, her hands flying to his hair. He stood rapidly, stripping the bra off. He needed to see every bare inch of her.

Then Evan tugged out the handcuffs he’d stuffed into his back pocket. His pants were still open, though he’d tucked his cock inside his boxers. It wouldn’t stay there for long. Just the image of her naked had the blood rushing south once more.

He grasped her hands, lifting them above her head. He’d picked his spot well. It was perfect for what he had in mind. Evan tossed the cuffs over a branch then secured her wrists once more. The branch was low enough to allow her to bend her elbows slightly while still standing with her feet flat on the ground. He studied her face, checking to make sure she was comfortable.

Saucy little thing winked at him.

He schooled his features, though it was hard. Annie always knew how to make him laugh. “Apparently I’m going too easy on you. After all, this is punishment, Ms. Iser.”

She didn’t bother to hide her pleasure. She clearly loved being bound, at his mercy. They would definitely have to expand on this concept in the future. He wasn’t going to be a fool again, wasn’t going to lose sight of what they could do to and for each other.

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