SubmittingtotheOfficer (2 page)

He was so close the breath from his voice brushed against my
clit and I throbbed in response. I felt vulnerable and exposed and was loving
every moment.

Running his fingers over my inner thighs, back and forth,
teasing me to no end, he got closer and closer to the spot where I wanted him
the most and then would pull back. I started squirming on the table, trying to
maneuver his hands where I wanted them.

“Can I kiss your beautiful pussy, Kris?” His low voice
reverberated on my sensitive skin and his hands continued their light touches
up and down my thighs and I shifted again.

Suddenly his hands clamped on my thighs. “Don’t move, Kris.
Just answer me.”

“Yes, Mark. Please.”

It was easier said than done but I tried my best not to
move, and after a few minutes of him massaging my legs and thighs I closed my
eyes and went lax on the table. Mark lifted my legs to hook over his shoulders,
spreading me open to his gaze.

His tongue replaced his hands, long licks up my silky smooth
thighs finally reaching the place that throbbed. He parted me with his fingers
and blew gently across me. I was poised and ready, waiting for the feel of his
warm, wet tongue sliding over me. But he took his time, drawing it out and
driving me to distraction.

Then he dived in, sucking all of me in with one mouthful. My
hips bucked and he held me steady, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of
my sides. He ate me like a starving man, or someone who really enjoyed dessert,
I thought with a smile.

“Tell me what you like, Kris. Do you like it like this?” He
teased lightly, flicking his tongue over my nub over and over. “Or like this?”
His mouth closed over me again and he sucked hard.

Rocking against him, I rode wave after wave of pleasure.
“Yes! Yes! That feels so fucking good!”

Then I realized what I had just said and my body froze in
fear as I was suddenly jerked from the pleasurable bubble he had built around
me. He stopped as well when he felt me freeze up and then leaned up to look me
in the face.

“What’s wrong, Kris?” His face was gentle and concerned.

“I’m sorry.”

“About what?” Now he just looked confused.

“My swearing, it just came out.”

“I already told you that I like your naughty mouth.”

“Yeah, I know but… I guess I didn’t really believe you.”

Mark stood and leaned down over me, bracing his arms on
either side of my head as his face hovered inches from mine. Blinking up at
him, I tried to figure out if he was pissed or not.

Abruptly he ground his hips between my legs and I could feel
his erection under the rough fabric of his uniform.

“Does that feel like I’m not enjoying myself?” He rotated
his hips again and I moaned. “Does it, Kris?”

My mind struggled to string a thought together. “It feels
good,” I finally said.

He smiled at me. “It does, but that’s not what I asked. I
asked if you think I’m enjoying myself.”

“Yes?” I couldn’t figure out where he was going with this.

“Then why would you stop? Why would you try to censor what
your reactions are?”

I remained silent. I didn’t want to even think about James
right now, let alone say his name out loud. Mark was watching me intently and I
wondered if he could read what I was feeling.

After a moment he pulled back a little. “I think I
understand.”

Oh no.
Was he going to leave now? I closed my legs
around his thighs and tightened them—I wasn’t letting him get away.

“Understand what, Mark?”

“That someone has treated you like shit. That you let it get
under your skin and affect your enjoyment. How long has it been since you
really let go?”

He was still on top of me and I turned my face away,
embarrassed that he could see through me so easily. His fingers came under my
chin and moved my head back to face him.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Kris, we all have our little issues.”

“Oh really? And what would yours be?”

He looked at me in surprise before answering, “I’m married
to my job, I tend to say exactly what’s on my mind and I can come on a little
strong with women.”

I giggled—in our current position I could say that the last
part was true. “That’s not so bad.”

He smiled back and my heart stumbled. “Well, now that you
know my flaws, what are we going to do about your problem?”

“My problem?”

“Yes, I don’t want you holding back. It’s all or nothing,
Babe.”

I couldn’t believe that he was serious, that he even cared.
I wavered but still wasn’t sure if I was ready.

“What do you have to lose, Kris?”

It was just the right thing to say. “I’m willing to try.”

“Good!” He grinned as his mouth came down to cover mine, but
this kiss was different. He took his time, going slow and gentle, heating my
blood, and the haze of desire settled back over me. His lips left mine to kiss
along my jaw to my ear, leaving a wet trail.

Rising from his elbows to his arms, he moved to the valley
between my breasts. It felt so good and my legs rose higher to clamp against
his hard sides. The handle of his gun dug into my calf and something else
nudged on the other side but I was too wrapped up to care.

He sat back in the chair and I felt his facial stubble as he
lowered his mouth to my throbbing clit. Flicking it with his tongue back and
forth, he slowly drove me crazy and I wanted to scream.

Reaching up, he unclamped my hands from the side of the
table and held them in his tight grip. “Don’t hold back.”

His words were like a switch and I came, hard, all over his
face. I could feel the wetness flowing out of me with each crest of orgasm. I
heard noise and was shocked to realize it was me, screaming as I rocked on the
table, my hands squeezing his so hard I was worried he would have broken
fingers.

But he didn’t stop the movement of his tongue, even when the
waves faded. He lapped up my juices, murmuring how good I was in between licks.

It seemed to go on forever and I could do nothing but lie
there and let him do what he wanted. My legs began to tremble and tingling
started radiating up from my core. I was getting close again. Barely holding
on, I waited for the explosion, tensing, so close to falling off the edge.

Then he stopped and drew back, leaving me suspended and
craving more. I opened my eyes to find him standing, the bulge in his pants
leaving little to the imagination. He was huge.

“Care to return the favor?” he said as he unzipped the
slacks of his uniform. They were a little damp from his rubbing against me.

I sat up and stretched, feeling great and reaching my hands
over my head. “Gladly!” I smiled and went to my knees before him, my mouth
watering in anticipation.

He sprang free, thick and pulsing, a drop of dew leaking
from the tip, which I eagerly licked off with a quick dart of my tongue.

I licked along the length of him, never taking him fully
into my mouth, thinking to give back a little of the teasing that he had so
recently doled out to me. He stood with his hands on his hips, strong and
proud, looking down on me.

I watched his face the first time I slid him into my mouth,
his head rolling back and his eyes closing in ecstasy. This was what I wanted,
to bring him as much pleasure as he had given me. Closing over him, I swirled
my tongue, causing him to growl low in his throat. I teased and tormented,
alternating between licks and long sucks until his fists closed in my hair.

His hips bucked and took control, sliding his length in then
pulling out to rub it on my face. His skin was silky smooth and he slid over my
cheeks easily.

“Swallow it, baby!” He pushed in and I relaxed my throat,
taking him deep and clamping around him. I felt my teeth sink in, scraping as
he pulled out. “Stop!” I knew he was close but I couldn’t stop, jamming him in
even as he jerked my hair backward to pull me off.

He erupted, coating my throat and filling my mouth quickly.
I could hear him groaning loud enough the neighbors would hear through the open
window. I sucked him dry, drinking in every drop.

“I told you to stop,” he said, pulling in deep breaths.

“You also told me not to hold back.” I licked my lips as I
gave him a satisfied smile.

He grinned back and pulled me to my feet. “Where’s your
bedroom?”

I led the way, down the hallway and into my room. He was
still behind me and, catching me by surprise, shoved me face-first onto the
bed. Flipping my skirt up, his hand came down on my ass with a snap. I squeaked
in surprise, instinct telling me to move out of the way.

“You fucking asshole! What did you do that for?”

“Because I wanted to. Can I keep doing it?”

“Yes, damn it!”

“Are you sure, Kris?”

“Quit fucking around, Mark, yes I’m damn sure!”

“I love it when you talk like that. Let’s see if I can get
you to do it again. Can I help to hold you still? I don’t want to smack the
wrong spot.”

“Just get on with it!” I said, wiggling my rear.

He straddled my legs and held my wrists behind my back with
one hand. I stopped struggling. Excitement made my legs quiver and I prayed he
would hurry up and continue.

I wasn’t disappointed—his hand came down again, and then
again.

With every slap I released a loud, “Fuck!”

Smack!
“Fuck!” My voice was getting louder and I
wondered if I could come from him spanking me.

He slapped a different spot every time until my shrieks
faded into moans of pleasure and he released my limp, tingly arms.

I had never experienced anything like it—his firm hand on my
ass made my thighs sticky with want. The pain mixed with the pleasure and it
drove me insane. Soon I was lifting my hips to meet his blows. I wanted him
more than I had ever wanted a man before. I wanted to touch him, feel him
moving above me, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I squirmed and tried to reach any part of him, wanting to
sink my fingers into his flesh. But he pulled back and grabbed my arms again.

“I didn’t tell you to do that.”
Smack!
“Did I?”

“No, damn it, Mark!”

“You have a great ass. I’ve made it all rosy and I can see
my handprints on it. It looks so good. Do you like being spanked?”

I didn’t want to answer him. “Answer me, Kris!”
Smack!

That one was harder than the rest and I jumped. “Yes, I
fucking like it! Happy now?”

“Not quite. Tell me you love me smacking your ass.” His
voice was low and even.

“I love you spanking me, Mark!”

“You didn’t use your favorite word, tell me again.”

“I love you spanking my fucking ass! Do it again!” I raised
my hips and he didn’t disappoint me.

Catching me off guard, he flipped me over on the bed. It was
startling to look up at him standing over me, still in uniform. His dark-brown
eyes burned and I writhed on the bed, silently pleading for him to give me the
release I so desperately needed.

Reaching down, he untied my dress from behind my neck and
pulled it up over my aching breasts and then up off my head, tossing it over
his shoulder to land on the floor. He knelt between my legs and lowered his
face, kissing and nibbling his way up my stomach.

He finally reached my tits and I groaned aloud at the flicks
of his tongue on my hard nipples. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed them
together, pulling both tips into his mouth at once and sucking hard. I tangled
my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer.

Abruptly he stood and removed his gun belt, setting it
carefully on the nightstand. His hands went to the buttons on his shirt and
made quick work of them. He shrugged out of it and it dropped to the floor. He
pulled his white t-shirt over his head and I inhaled sharply at the sight of
his gleaming, hard chest.

I couldn’t tear my eyes from the trail of dark hair that
went down his belly to disappear beneath the waist of his pants, or the
tantalizing indent of his hips that drew my gaze lower to the bulge straining
there. He released the snap and shoved them down his hips. His magnificent cock
sprang fully free from a nest of dark hair and my body clenched in need. He was
hard and ready for me again and for that I was eternally grateful.

I watched, entranced, as he bent to dig a condom out of his
wallet and, opening it, he rolled it all the way down his twitching shaft, his
tanned fingers expertly dealing with the job in seconds.

Naked, he braced his body over mine and settled between my
legs. “Do you want me to fuck you, Kris?”

I moaned and spread my legs wider in response. “Tell me.”
His eyes bored into mine, waiting.

“Yes, Mark, fuck me!” There was a sense of release inside me
at the words, knowing that I didn’t have to worry about upsetting him and I
could just go with the moment, wherever it would lead us.

“Again,” he demanded.

“Fuck me!”

“Again,” he said with a smile.

It pissed me off. “God damn it, fuck me, you asshole!” I
sank my nails into his ass and pulled with all my might but he didn’t budge, my
strength no match for his.

“What the fuck?! Come on!” This time I slapped his ass with
both hands, hearing the smack against his skin and totally getting into it. It
made my palms hurt but he just raised an eyebrow at me.

“Mmmm. That naughty mouth of yours really is something else.
I can’t wait to be buried inside you.” I scraped my nails up his back and down
his shoulders and biceps. Grabbing my hands, he laced our fingers and stretched
my arms above my head. “Spread your legs wider for me.”

I spread them as far as they would go and he positioned the
head of his cock at my entrance. I was dripping wet and praying that he would
hurry. He slid in an inch, stretching me, and I wiggled my hips, trying to get
more of him.

“Are you ready for me?” His voice was low and I knew that I
wasn’t the only one suffering from his holding back.