Secret Weapon

“Yes, ma’am, but first I’d better search you.”

He turned her around and took her arm, then guided her into the kitchen.

“Stand facing the counter.”

She shivered at the authority in his voice. She turned around and faced the counter that overlooked her eating area and the sliding door to the balcony. He stepped close behind her.

“Spread your legs, ma’am.”

She almost gasped at the thrill of adrenaline rushing through her. She shifted her feet apart. His hand flattened on her back and he pressed her forward and down, until her upper body rested on the cold marble. He placed his hands on her head, glided downward through her hair, along her neck, then across her shoulders. His thumbs stroked firmly down her back while his fingers grazed her sides, then continued down her hips and over her ass. He patted her round flesh thoroughly, then continued down her legs.

Once he reached her ankles, he continued back up, following her inner legs. When he reached the bottom of her skirt, his hands moved away and she felt the button on the back of her skirt release, then the zipper open. He drew her skirt down her hips and off.

His hands brushed her legs again, starting at her knees, then gliding up her inner thighs. He toyed with the lace edge of her elastic-topped stockings, which she’d put on as soon as she got home, then continued upward. Her breath caught as he brushed against the silky crotch of her panties, then over her ass, which was essentially naked since she wore a thong. He cupped her cheeks and squeezed enticingly.

“Stand up, ma’am.”

She stood up. He stepped closer, his body pressed against her back, the bulge in his pants pushing into her hands, which were still cuffed behind her back, palms toward him. She could feel the hardness of his shaft. His hands glided around her waist, then upward. He cupped her breasts and squeezed, pulling her tight to his body. She could feel his breath on her ear. Then one hand slid downward and stroked along the crotch of her panties, which had to be totally wet because the way he was touching her. His body pressed against hers, his erection in her hands, made her melt inside.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he murmured against her ear, his voice a little raspy, “but this is definitely a killer body.” He cupped her mound and tightened his fingers. “You are in some trouble.”

She pressed her hands tighter against his growing bulge. “But, Officer, is there anything I can do to get out of trouble?”

He turned her around, then pressed her against the counter, his pelvis tight to hers. Her breath caught at being pinned to the counter in such an intimate way by this tall, devastatingly handsome, uniformed man. “That wouldn’t be fair. Letting you go unpunished for your crime.”

She sent him a sultry gaze. “I didn’t say you shouldn’t punish me.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Really? What do you have in mind?”

“Well, you could always spank me.”

He smiled, then turned her around again and leaned her over the counter.

“Your delightful ass looks like it could use a good spanking.” A loud smack sounded as his palm connected with her skin. He smacked again and her flesh stung delightfully.

He smacked the other cheek, then caressed over her round, undoubtedly pink flesh. Then his hand connected again, followed by another caress.

“I don’t think a spanking is enough to teach you a lesson.” He drew her from the counter and unfastened one wrist, then the other from the handcuffs. “Why don’t you show me how you use your killer body to entice men.”

She smiled and stroked her hand down the placket of her blouse, then unfastened the top button. “Of course, Officer.”

She released each button in turn until the blouse draped open, then drew back the fabric briefly, giving him a glimpse of her black lace bra before she grasped the fabric closed at the front. She dropped her blouse off one shoulder, then the other, then caressed her breasts through the fabric. Doing this in front of him while he stood there in full uniform watching her sent a tremor through her. She stroked down the front of her blouse, then dropped it off her arms and let it fall to the floor.

Now she stood before him in only her black lace bra, panties, and garterless black stockings. She stroked her breasts, then pressed them together, forcing them to swell over her bra cups. His olive green eyes darkened. She reached behind her back, thrusting her breasts forward, and unfastened her bra, then dropped the straps from her shoulders. Slowly, she lowered the bra a little until one nipple peeked out. His gaze burned into her. She lowered the other side, revealing the other nipple. Both poked forward, hard and needy. She dropped the bra and stroked over her hard nipples, enjoying the heat tingling through her, then cupped under her breasts and lifted. Her thumbs stroked over her hard buds.

“My nipples are very hard. Would you like to feel them?” she asked.

He took off his hat and tossed it on the counter, then reached toward her and ran his hand over her breast. His fingertips found her aching nipple and she sucked in air as he stroked, then squeezed.

“You’re right. They’re very hard.”

He leaned forward and licked one nub, then drew it into his mouth. When he suc

ked, she gasped at the intense pleasure. His hand found her other nipple and he stroked it as he sucked the first. A moment later he drew back, but his gaze remained on her breasts. He moved to the kitchen table and sat down in one of the chairs.

“Very good, ma’am. Now I’d like to see more.”

She smiled. “Of course, Officer.”