Perfect Alignment

Chapter 3-1

Chapter Three

Emma couldn’t decide if it was annoying that he didn’t give her any directions or reminders not to move when he left, or if she was pleased. Did it mean he trusted her to know that she shouldn’t move until told otherwise, or that he hoped she’d make a mistake so he’d have a reason to punish her? She’d known Doms who made a habit of goading their partners into misbehaving for that reason, which she always thought was silly. If they wanted to “punish” the sub, they didn’t really need a reason, right? But she’d also seen many subs who responded well to that, so what did she know?

It was hard not to shift around, harder than she normally found it to stay in position. Not because she was nervous, exactly, but because she felt out of her element. In the club, even when she wasn’t sure what was in store for her, she felt ready and eager for whatever it might be. Once she started dressing in her club wear, she found herself entering what she thought of as her sub headspace. Which was so not where she was right now.

Thinking about it, she realized that it had been effortless to slip into that mode when he’d pulled her over. The slight nervousness of being ordered out of the car by a cop, the command in his voice and actions, followed by his making it clear to her what sort of situation she’d stumbled upon, had all helped her slip into that place enough that even driving to the barn hadn’t broken her out. But apparently eating lunch, talking about school and work and family, even if she was stark naked and being fed by hand, did the trick. Kept her from submitting.

She blinked. She was submitting, though, wasn’t she? Doing everything he’d told her to, without question. Other than the bit about the table, but really, that was just gross. So why did this feel different? Because she wasn’t enjoying it? She wasn’t hating it, she just wasn’t getting off on it. Well, except for the kissing part. She just wasn’t so fond of the leaving part.

Taking a deep breath, she forced her shoulders to relax and her fingers to unclench. Submission wasn’t supposed to be just about s*x. Not just about getting off in the most spectacular way possible. Doing what he asked, pleasing him, that’s what she was supposed to be doing right now. Right? Right.

Focusing, she imagined what she looked like, how she would appear when he returned. She pulled her shoulders back slightly, lifted her chin but directed her gaze to the floor about three feet in front of her. She licked her lips and consciously reset her facial muscles, imagining she looked ready and waiting as opposed to bored or irritated.

Kind of surprised when it all worked, she felt calm and relaxed, but with a delicious thread of anticipation. That he would see her and be pleased. She’d never meditated before but thought her slow, even breaths and focused thoughts might be very close to what it was supposed to be like.

She was certain she knew the second he came into the room, though he made no sound. Her breathing came a little faster, but she no longer found it difficult to hold her position. In that moment, doing nothing but sitting still, she couldn’t help but think she was being more true to her submissive nature than ever before. More honest than all the times she’d allowed men to bind her, spank her, do whatever they wanted to her. She felt beautiful.

When long fingers wrapped around her neck, she wasn’t surprised, didn’t move, though she felt goose bumps spark to life all over her body. He was pleased. She could tell from just the soft caress of his thumb along the column of her neck. It made her happy.

He leaned in, his lips nearly touching her ear, and whispered, “You impress me.” He nuzzled behind her ear, then licked a path to her shoulder. “I’ve read the fax. We have an hour and a half before you need to check in with your friend.” He nibbled her shoulder then moved around her to kneel between her knees. “Give me your hands.”

It took her a second to get the message from her brain to the hands she’d been so careful not to move and bring her arms in front of her. He took her wrists in his hands and rested them on her thighs.

“Look at me.”

She met his hot gaze, and her breathing picked up another notch. Excitement brought awareness back into her limbs and she felt the small ache in her shoulders from the change in position.

“Do you trust me?” he asked. “We have your safety check set up and I’ve read your limits sheet. Do you trust me to go farther than we did earlier?”

She didn’t answer right away, but looked into his eyes. He could be crazy, mean, or even just foolish. But he’d already demonstrated more than once that her safety and welfare were his main concerns. And he’d been amused when she’d refused to sit on the table, not annoyed. Maybe those weren’t foolproof reasons to trust him, but they were more than she often had when playing with someone new at the club.

“I trust you.” It came out strong and confident, and she smiled.

He answered with a quick grin. It slowly morphed into stern watchfulness, and her body prepared for what he was about to do. Her n*****s hardened and cream slid from her s*x.

Letting go of her hands, he sat back on his heels. “Put your hands back where they were.”

This time she didn’t hesitate even a second before complying.

He watched her closely as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his handcuffs. She admired the gleaming silver, wanting desperately to feel the cold snap of metal around her wrists. She’d wanted it before, in the barn, but known it would be beyond stupid to give that kind of control to a complete stranger. But now…

“I should tell you that Caleb works in security. He has armed men at his beck and call.”

He smiled. “That’s good to know.”

He didn’t move behind her but knelt back up so his body was between her knees and reached around to slip the cuffs onto her wrists. He watched her face and must have been satisfied with what he saw as he snapped the circles closed with a sharp click.

Drew had never used his police issue cuffs for play before. Never even been tempted. Putting them on Emma stirred something inside him. He leaned in and sucked her n****e into his mouth, surprising a cry from her. She didn’t move, arch into him or pull away. Following his instructions so nicely. He’d been surprised when he’d returned after retrieving the fax from the office. Expecting to find her pouting or bored, he’d been mildly turned on by the idea of correcting her. Instead, he’d gone from partly hard to raring and ready to go at seeing the expression of patient waiting on her face. Unlike when they’d been eating and talking, her whole body had been relaxed and yet expectant.

Switching to give her other n****e the same treatment, he tugged slightly on the cuffs to make sure they were secure but comfortable. Her tiny moan sounded musical to him.

“You have the right to remain silent,” he whispered, leaning in close to abrade her puffy n*****s with his shirt and bring his lips closer to hers. “Or to scream my name at the top of your lungs.”

A smile curved her lips and he kissed the corners.

“You have the right to do as I say.” He ran his hands up her thighs, teasing the inner legs with his thumbs. “Or be punished if you don’t.” He bit her lip, almost gently. She opened for him, but he didn’t move, his lips just barely brushing hers. He felt her breath in tiny gasps, but she stayed still. He fought with himself, debating between instant gratification and his plans. Finally, with an internal sigh, he pulled back, away from temptation, and rose to his feet.

She blinked up at him, her eyes heavy with need. Perfect. She was just perfect.

“Stand up, Emma.”

He gripped her upper arm, helping to support her as she unwrapped her legs and rose awkwardly until her arms were free from the chair back. He kept hold of her in a classic cop move, giving her a little more encouragement than was strictly necessary to walk forward. The slight hesitation in her step when they approached the front door satisfied him. It had occurred to him that she was used to playing only in the club scene, and resuming their scenario outside might keep her off balance. Besides, imagining her pretty ass bent over his official vehicle had been one of the images that had started this whole thing. He saw no reason to deny either of them. There was very little chance of anyone driving close enough to see them, and if they did, he’d hear them with more than enough time to get her inside.

Marching her up to the cruiser, he pushed her down over the hood, his leg automatically going between hers to spread hers wide. She didn’t need much encouragement.

“Please, Sir! I haven’t done anything wrong.”

He could hear the smile in her voice, the excitement at picking up where they’d left off.

“I’ll be the judge of that, missy. Don’t you move.”

He let go of her arm and ran his hands down her sides to rest on her hips.

“But, Sir, you’ve already searched me. I’m not hiding anything.”

“Nothing physical. But that doesn’t mean you’re not hiding something. Like information. Tell me what you know, or I’ll have to force it out of you.”

“I-I don’t know what you mean.” She managed to get a little quaver in her voice, but couldn’t stop her ass from giving an inviting shimmy.

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, making the rasp of his belt as he unbuckled it as loud as possible.

“I swear it! Please don’t hurt me, I don’t know anything about those guys.”

He folded the belt in half, gave it a snap. She gasped and wriggled again and he realized she was pressing her clit into the car. He pulled back and gave her a good solid lash with the belt.

Her cry was mostly shock and a little bit of pain. He grabbed her hips and tilted her up away from the car. “Don’t. Move.” The steel in his voice froze her minor squirming and she sucked in a breath. “Now. Tell me about these guys.” He pressed the ridge of his d**k between her legs, his fingers firm on her hips to make sure she followed his order.

“Wh-what guys?”

“The guys you just told me you know nothing about.” He pressed harder, then pulled back and gave her two lashes. Watching her—her face, her hands, the slashes of red developing across her ass, he was tempted to end the game and haul her up to his bed. Instead he cupped her from behind, the heat of her p***y convincing him the game was worth it.

“I swear, I don’t know where they’re hiding!”

He stepped back, tossing the belt to the car’s roof. “Stand up. Turn around.”

She struggled to rise and turned to face him, her chin down near her chest, posture totally subdued. Except for the n*****s reaching out for him and the fact that she kept her legs spread apart.

Moving in close again, he made sure the fabric of his pants chafed over her clit, the buttons on his shirt flirted with her n*****s as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up and back.

When her eyes met his, fierce with need, he almost smiled. “You need to tell me. They’re dangerous men, they could hurt you.”

She blinked and he thought she might have lost the train of their conversation. “They’ll hurt me if I tell,” she whispered.

“I’ll protect you.”

She gave him a shy look and licked her lips. He loosened his grip on her hair, making it more of a caress. Brought his other hand to her breast, cupped it gently. “Give me what I want. Tell me what I need to know. And I’ll protect you. I’ll help you.”

“Why? Why would you?”

He pressed his thigh harder between her legs, tweaked her n****e, stared her down. “They’re bad men and I want to take them down. You can help me, I can help you. Trust me.” He made the last part a croon, rubbed his cheek along hers. “Trust me.”