Cuffed & Collared (11 page)

This time, she was the one who moved closer to him. Her expression was intense, agitated. “You should have. You should have told me to fuck off and leave you alone. I had no right to hurt you like that, to control you as if you were a toy for my perverse pleasure.”

He leaned in and basked in the feel of her heat. “I was the one who felt pleasure last night, Regan. I might not like the idea—hell, I know I don’t like it—but the plain truth is that I let you do what you did because it made me hot and hard, and when you jerked me off, it was the first time I understood the expression ‘little death’ because, lady, you killed me.”

He had to stop and catch his breath. His feelings over this Femdom stuff and his behavior were coalescing in his mind even as he spoke. “This is all new to me, too. Believe me when I say I’m not reliving some childhood trauma. As self-absorbed and vain as my mother may be, she never crawled into bed with me or beat me. I’ve always had a pretty conventional sex life, and if you’d asked me a mere two days ago if I wanted a woman to dominate me sexually or in any other aspect of my life, I’d have said no fucking way.”

It was impossible to stop his need to touch her at this point. He framed her face with his hands. “You’re different, though, Regan. I don’t know why. I wanted you from the start even though I was in shock over finding Jazz murdered. I wanted you even when you pissed me off over the Femdom angle of his life, and I wanted you even when you had me at your mercy and punished me, as if I were some recalcitrant child.”

He rubbed his thumbs along her fine cheekbones. “I know it makes no sense, but not only does your domination over me excite me sexually, it also makes me feel stronger as a man. I can take what you dish out, Regan, and there’s a sense of empowerment in submitting to another. I’m giving myself to you. You’re not taking me. By letting you control me and punish me, I feel good today. A little confused,” he admitted. “But good.”

“Is that the truth?” she asked skeptically, although he noted with satisfaction that she wasn’t trying to avoid his touch.

“Why in the hell would I lie about a thing like this?” he replied with a little chuckle. “You think it’s easy for a man like me, someone who dominates others for a living, to admit he’s putty in your hands?”

“No.” She sighed, her eyes closed, and she angled her head to press into one of his hands. The obvious sign of comfort she was showing to his touch caused his body to tighten, not in his groin, but in a place much higher. This thing with Regan was becoming more complicated than he had expected and in a quicker pace than he was used to.

When she opened her eyes again, she wore a confused expression. “I don’t understand any of this, either. You’re not the only one acting out of character. Up until now, the most I’ve done to dominate a man in my social life is insist on anchovies on a pizza we’re sharing.”

“You like anchovies?”

“Is that a problem?”

Kyle grinned. “No, I like them, too. You’re the first woman I’ve been involved with who shares my taste buds.”

“We’re not involved,” she corrected him primly.

His smile vanished. “Yes, we are. I have my hands on your face, if nothing else.”

“You shouldn’t.” She made to pull back.

He tightened his grip to stop her. “Don’t. Please, don’t. I like touching you.”

She sighed again but stopped her retreat. “Okay, although I can’t see why. You should find me annoying at the very least.”

“Part of me does.” He liked the way she took the information on the chin and didn’t display hurt feelings the way most women would. “Maybe I should consult this Doctor Molvado to figure out what’s going on with me.”

“No!” The command was sharp, and Regan’s face went hard and serious. “Stay away from her, Kyle.”

“O-okay,” he agreed. Why, though, he wondered. What was going on with this doctor that had Regan concerned? He would look into it later. Agreeing not to contact the woman didn’t mean he couldn’t do some research on her. Right now, he had other ideas. “How about we find something more enjoyable to do than analyze our fetishes?”

He gave her a look that he knew left no doubt as to his thoughts and intentions, then let his hands talk for him. Sliding them down from her face, he caressed her neck, shoulders, and arms. He admired briefly the hard bulge of her biceps. No wonder she could manipulate his body so easily and deliver potent slaps. It was merely a passing thought, however. He was more interested in the soft parts of her. His hands moved to cup her breasts, the hard tips of which pressed into his palms.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Somehow Regan found the strength to state the obvious, but she knew the effect of the admonishment was diminished by the way her breath hitched. From the moment she’d realized Kyle was standing behind her in the reception area to the way he was now circling his palms around her erect nipples, her body had reacted with sexual glee. Every nerve ending stood at attention, straining to wrap itself around his hard body and rub until it was satisfied.

This encounter was not going the way she had planned. After leaving Molvado’s office, she had sent JoJo on a fishing expedition back at the precinct with regard to the doctor’s private life and possible connection with the murders. Two dead patients was not a good track record, and the woman gave off funny vibes. Maybe it was a stretch to suspect her of being the killer. Nevertheless, this was one thing in which Kyle better obey her.

In any event, this trip to his office was supposed to put an end to their personal involvement, not advance it. He said he wasn’t reliving some childhood abuse, and maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he was one of those men the doctor had said are simply wired to want a woman to dominate them. She wasn’t sure, but she did know there was no way she could think clearly with his hands roaming all over and his lips leaving a trail of kisses along her throat, fulfilling her desire.

“Kyle, stop,” she ordered.

“Why?” he murmured against her skin.

“Isn’t it enough that I said so?” She deliberately made her voice authoritative and was pleased when his actions stilled.

Lifting his head to look at her, he said, “Yes, it is.” He dropped his hands, and she immediately missed the touch, although she didn’t let him see how she felt. “You’re not being very fair.”

“I don’t have to be. When it comes to my body, I call the shots, and that is not a Femdom issue.”

“Point taken,” he acknowledged. “Although you could have used the safeword.”

She narrowed her eyes. “That’s for you, not me.”

He chuckled in a self-deprecating tone. “Yeah, right, I forgot.” A few seconds went by before he continued. “You can see what you do to me.”

Regan glanced down at his obvious erection. “I must confess it’s flattering.”

“Lady, you have no idea,” he replied enigmatically. But before she could make him clarify his statement, he said, “Look, I’ve had my fun and then some. It’s time I took care of you.” Leaning in close, yet not trying to touch her again, he whispered in her ear seductively. “Let me make you come, Regan, right here and now. I know you want it.”

Her eyes drooped to half-mast at the suggestion. Yes, she did. She wanted him to lavish her body with attention until it screamed in orgasm. She had been tightly wound since she’d met him, and pretty soon she needed to be back at Club Nemesis, beating on strange men and trying to find a killer. The release Kyle offered would relax and rejuvenate her. Still, she resisted. As much as she wanted it, a bigger part of her thrived on the idea that she could control her needs along with him. She was fooling herself by continuing to believe she could walk away from any involvement.

“No, not this time,” she said in a clear voice. Holding him back with one hand on his shoulder, she reached down with the other and cupped his balls through the thin fabric of his slacks. His quick gasp made her smile. “I’d say yours is the greater need.”

“Regan, let me do this for you,” he growled. “I don’t like leaving you unsatisfied.”

“You won’t.” She squeezed up the length of his cock.

He groaned with pleasure. “Regan, don’t.”

She stopped her movement. “I don’t recognize that word. Is there another one you want to use?”

“No.” He grit his teeth and scowled down at her, but he was still hard as steel in her fingers, and in addition to not using the safeword, he wasn’t trying to escape her grasp.

“All right, then. Do you need to get back to work?”

“They’ll wait for me. They don’t have a choice because I’m in charge.”

“Not here and now you’re not.” She steered him by pressing on his bulging cock until he was leaning against one of his visitor chairs. “Sit down.”

A burst of pleasure centered in her clit and radiated throughout her body when he obeyed. It was thrilling to dominate this man, but only because he was such a potent and powerful person. Bossing around a wimpy guy wouldn’t have the same effect on her. There was no challenge in dominating the weak, no sense of accomplishment. Knowing that, when he left her, Kyle would charge through the rest of his day taking no quarter from anyone else made her feel like a goddess.

Because she was calling the shots, she didn’t feel diminished by kneeling in front of him. She knew that with a simple command, she could have him on his knees instead. That wasn’t what she wanted. Not yet, anyway. If this really was the beginning of a relationship and one based on Femdom dynamics, then she needed to bring him to heel completely before she could be sure he would pleasure her exactly the way she wanted. The best way to control any man was through his cock. She slowly undid Kyle’s belt and lowered the zipper of his pants.

“Regan,” he began.

“Shut up,” she ordered without looking at him. He did as she commanded with an audible click of his teeth. Ignoring his face, she concentrated on freeing his erection and admired once more its length and width. When and if she actually let him slide into her, it would fill her to a very satisfying degree indeed.

“I like this. I like this very much.” She stroked the smooth skin up and down. “I want to taste it.”

She hadn’t had a plan when she took hold of him, but now that she was staring at his rod, sucking it struck her as the perfect thing to do. Lowering her head, she took it inside her mouth. He groaned, and she smiled around the rigid flesh. Yup, nothing like a blowjob to blow a guy’s mind. She licked the underside of his cock as she sucked more of it in. One of her hands rested on his thigh for leverage while the other clasped his erection and moved up and down in rhythm with her mouth.

“Oh, God.” Kyle moaned, and his fingers tangled in her hair, pressing her head gently down.

Regan lifted her head, popping his slick cock out. “Don’t touch me,” she commanded. “Keep your hands on the arms of the chair and don’t move.”

He muttered a curse under his breath but did as she said. His eyes were closed, and his head tipped back. She nodded to herself. If she was going to control the show, he couldn’t be allowed to be anything other than completely passive. She rewarded his obedience by returning to her task and was delighted to be met with the salty tang of pre-cum. The guy was so hot for her, he wasn’t going to last much longer. His balls were pulled in tight to his body, which quivered with arousal and restraint. She could tell he wanted to jerk his hips up to meet her sucking, yet he didn’t do it. He was being a good boy.

She slanted her eyes to one side and watched as his grip tightened to white knuckles on the chair. His breath came out in harsh pants. Picking up the speed of her mouth and hand, Regan sucked hard on his flesh, willing the orgasm to erupt. A muted bark shot from his mouth right before he jerked and hot semen spurted out. Her tongue pushed against the roof of her mouth to catch the salty stream while she pushed down on his thigh to keep him from shoving too deep into her.

When Kyle was finally still, Regan let him go and stood up. Turning to his desk, she found a mug and spit out his juice. She wiped her lips with the side of her hand. “Sorry,” she said with a quirk of her lips. “I don’t like to swallow.”

He lay bonelessly in his chair, staring at her with a hooded gaze. He looked absolutely poleaxed, and she felt enormous pride at having been the woman to do that to him.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “I wouldn’t swallow, either, if I were you.”

His admission gave her an idea. She smirked at him and sauntered back to where he sat. “How do you feel, Kyle?”

He mimicked her look. “Very relaxed, Mistress Regan.”

“Excellent.” She straddled his lap with one leg and, leaning over, hovered her lips over his. “Open up for me, Kyle.”

After a second’s delay, he complied, and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth. She kissed him long and hard, sharing the taste of his cum with him. Far from shying away in disgust, he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her body into his. She allowed him that bit of liberty, happy with the way her visit had ended, after all. But it couldn’t last. She had work to do. Reluctantly, she ended the kiss with a little nip of his tongue and stood up again.

Kyle licked his lips seductively while gazing at her. “So that’s what I taste like. Interesting. I think I’ll stick to pussy.”

“Glad to hear it,” she answered with a quirk of her brows.

He sprang to his feet, zipping himself up as he did. “How about right now?”

She clucked her tongue and shook her head. “No. I’m due at the club, and you undoubtedly have work, as well.”

“True.” He clasped her arm when she started to move toward the door. “When? I’m up on you by two. I want to reciprocate.”

“You men are so goal oriented,” she chided.

Still, he was right about her not being satisfied. She enjoyed bringing him to orgasm, in exercising control over him, but it was not yet enough. She wondered if anything ever would be with this man. She wanted to forget about the investigation, trip him to the floor and ride him like a bronco. Duty called, however, and she wanted to take it slow with him in any event. The moment she let him into her body would be that much sweeter if she allowed the tension to build.

“Guilty as charged,” he agreed. “Regan, I want—no, I need to see you again.”