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  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.

  Evan recalled the way she’d taken his cock into her mouth, the pleasure she’d given him. Now it was her turn. He knelt before her, grasping her ankle to guide one leg over his shoulder. It left her pussy level with his mouth and open, his for the taking.

  He drew his tongue along her slit, tasting her sweet juices, soaking in the sound of her startled but aroused, “Oh!”

  Evan cupped her ass as he held her pussy to his mouth. He used his teeth to tease her clit before dipping his tongue inside her. Annie jerked, so he tightened his grip, holding her still for his sensual assault.

  “God, Evan.”

  He savored her cries as he moved his hands, using them to separate the globes of her ass. He continued to fuck her with his tongue as his fingers drifted toward her anus. She was gyrating wildly and oh so close to coming. He knew her tells. Years spent as lovers had made him an expert on Annie’s orgasms. Not that he’d been utilizing that knowledge the way he should have lately.

  He ran one fingertip around the rim of her anus. She gasped then closed her eyes.

  “Please.” The word escaped on a hungry whisper.

  Anal play was one area they hadn’t explored in the past. Annie has always pulled away whenever he made the suggestion and he respected her boundaries. Given her response to his touch, he regretted giving up so easily.

  Evan shifted away for a moment. It took only a few seconds for Annie to realize he didn’t intend to return to her pussy.

  Her eyes opened, finding his. “Don’t stop.”

  “Don’t tell me what to do.” He deliberating kept his voice low, the tone rife with warning. He pressed one finger into her pussy, letting the juices of her arousal coat it. Then he dragged it back and pushed it into her ass.

  Annie’s gaze never left his. He waited for her to struggle, to try to escape, to refuse the touch, but she didn’t. Instead, she watched him. Let him expose her to the new experience.

  He didn’t move quickly, careful to read her expressions, looking for any sign of discomfort. He saw none. Once his finger was buried to the hilt, he paused. He knew what he wanted, but he also knew now wasn’t the place or time. He’d need to prepare her for the experience. And they needed lube.

  Even so, he wanted to ramp up her anticipation, play with her mind as much as her body to enhance the experience. The dominant Lieutenant who’d taken her into custody with the intention of using her wouldn’t care about her comfort.

  “I’m going to fuck you here.” Eventually.

  She blinked rapidly, her brows creasing. Evan schooled his features, careful not to grin at her obvious uncertainty. The sensual threat increased his desire when he realized something—she wanted to say no, but she also wanted to say yes.

  She wans to say yes?

  He took a deep breath, cataloging that information for later. He may have impulsively jumped on board the kinky train, but he sure as hell wasn’t getting off at the next stop. Evan fully planned to ride this thing all the way to the end of the line. They would need years to indulge all the sexy ways he wanted to take his wife. And anal sex had just jumped to the top of the list.

  “Stop thinking, Ms. Iser. I wasn’t asking your permission. Merely telling you what’s going to happen.”

  Annie digested that information quickly, then like the sun emerging through dark clouds after a storm, her face cleared, her confusion passed.

  Evan slowly pulled his finger out before thrusting it back in—once, twice—before removing it completely. She was gasping once more, her arousal fired to full blast within seconds.

  Then he stood and stepped away from her.

  Annie frowned, the anger he’d seen when he’d first pulled her over reemerging. “Wait, I was close.”

  She was damn close. Which was why he’d stopped.

  “And you’re going to get closer still, but you’re forgetting why you’re here. This night is about your punishment and my pleasure.” That wasn’t entirely true—he had no intention of leaving her unsatisfied—but the way her body flushed and her nipples tightened every time he spoke of her incarceration told him she liked that fantasy. One of her favorite roles whenever they used to play was that of the captive. She loved the thrill of the chase, the exhilaration as she tried to escape. She never failed to put up a fight. Her aggression and failure to submit triggered the Dom in him and those nights—the rough fucking, the explosive passion—had been the most incredible of his life.

  How had they traveled so far from there to here?

  “Evan, please, I need—”

  He stood quickly, grasping her hair roughly. “You will call me Lieutenant. Continue to forget and you won’t enjoy the consequences.”

  A soft moan escaped her lips. Annie tried to take a step closer to him, fighting the bondage to rub against him. She was sex and sin rolled into one. It would be far too easy for him to uncuff her, toss her to the ground and pound into her sweet body all night.

  He tightened his grip, holding her away from him. “Say ‘yes sir’.”

  She resisted his demand a heartbeat too long.

  “Say it, Ms. Iser. Now. Or I’ll make damn sure you don’t come tonight.”

  “Yes sir,” she whispered.

  Evan tugged the key to the handcuffs out of his pocket, reaching above her head to unhook her. He put the keys and cuffs away. They’d used them enough this evening and he didn’t want to hurt her, keeping her bound for too long.

  Annie’s arms fell to her sides and he was there, ready to stroke the blood back into them. He massaged her shoulders, working his way down before clasping her smaller hands in his.

  He leaned forward, unable to stand being even a few inches away from her. He squeezed her hands. “Ready to continue?”

  Chapter Two
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br />   Annie nodded, and then added, “Yes sir,” to her response. Evan’s eyes darkened with lust. She couldn’t recall the last time he’d looked at her with so much hunger, so much need. Her heart ached with the beauty of it. And the relief. And the excitement.

  Annie wasn’t sure what the hell had gotten into her husband, but she wasn’t going to look this gift horse in the mouth. She’d had a glass of wine earlier in the day, hoping it would relax her because she’d been nervous about tonight. Lately the tension between her and Evan had grown so thick, she feared she’d need a sledgehammer to break through it.

  She’d been so scared these past few months. Evan had slipped further and further away from her with each passing day and she hadn’t had a clue how to pull him back. Now he was standing in front of her, bringing all her wildest fantasies to life.

  He reached for her and before she realized his intent, he’d lifted her into his arms. She resisted the hold, insisting he put her down. She had gained some weight since they’d married and part of her was embarrassed for him to realize how much.

  “Be still.” His voice was gruff, powerful. The timbre sent shivers of excitement through her.

  Even so, she tried to escape his grip. “Put me down. I’m too heavy.”

  His eyes narrowed, the slightest trace of anger creeping in. “No. You’re not.” He’d been walking toward the car, but he stopped at her protestation. She ceased her struggles when it became apparent he wouldn’t move again until she obeyed him.

  “Are you ready to behave?”

  She stopped squirming. Then reluctantly nodded, hoping it would encourage him to hurry up and get where he was going.

  He raised one eyebrow until she added, “Yes sir.”

  Annie wasn’t sure what it was about her that loved it when Evan turned into this commanding alpha male. She certainly didn’t want him trying to call the shots in their daily lives; she enjoyed the true partnership they shared when establishing a budget or dividing the household chores. But in moments like this, there was something about being taken over by a powerful, sexy man that made her panties melt and her heart race.

  Evan continued to hold her for several moments longer, letting his lesson sink in, before starting toward her car. He walked to the trunk of the convertible and lowered her slowly to the ground.

  Patting the metal, he said, “Hop up there.”

  Night had fallen. While the sky was clear and the moon was shining, most of the light it offered was hidden behind the thick overhang of leaves from the trees. She was grateful for the darkness.

  Though she was used to walking around in front of her husband naked, it was slightly unnerving to be so revealed outside, regardless of the remoteness of the area.

  She reached behind her, using her hands to hoist herself up. Evan stood before her, waiting until she was seated. Then he grasped her knees, pulling them apart.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  She was startled when he stepped away from her, turning and walking to his car. She wanted to call out, ask him where the hell he was going. He’d left her hanging—literally and figuratively—at the tree. Her body hadn’t forgotten the orgasm he’d denied her. However, she managed to bite her tongue, certain the dominant man her husband had become would add that to her list of punishable offenses. She smiled at the thought, sorely tempted to do it simply for that reason.

  Her grin died when Evan reached into his car, turning on spotlights that cast her center stage. She reached up to shield her eyes, unconsciously closing her legs.

  “Hold the position I put you in.”

  She froze, wariness creeping in. Annie knew there was no one else around. That Evan was the only one who could see her—and he’d seen her naked at least a thousand times in the past. But that didn’t make exposing herself like this any easier.

  “Ms. Iser.”

  She repressed a shiver at his use of her maiden name. It was all he’d called her tonight and damn, if it didn’t make her a little bit wetter every time he uttered it.

  Slowly, she opened her legs. Her cheeks flushed, her skin growing hot. Evan walked to the front of his car and leaned against the hood. She lost sight of his features as the bright lights overwhelmed her vision, making him appear as nothing more than a silhouette.

  Less than ten feet separated them, but he felt much farther away. Without a clear view of him or the sound of his breathing, it seemed as if she was completely alone. It was unnerving…and exciting.

  It was quiet except for the natural sounds surrounding them—crickets chirping, a slight breeze rustling the leaves, the more distant lapping of the lake against the dock. Evan didn’t speak for several moments, which left her even more in the dark.

  What was he doing? Thinking? Typically she could tell from his tone or expression if he was tired, stressed-out, hungry or amused.

  Now, he’d hidden from her, leaving her exposed under the lights. It forced her to focus not on him, but on herself, on her own feelings. As the minutes stretched, Annie was lulled into a state of relaxation by the gentle rhythm of the water in the distance. The heat produced by the police car’s lights made her almost sluggish, sleepy. She stopped worrying about her nudity or Evan’s impression of her.

  She was pleasantly warm, fuzzy, horny. Her arousal hadn’t waned. In fact, it had grown.

  “Touch yourself.”

  She jumped slightly when he finally broke the silence. Had she somehow given herself away? Revealed her need?

  It took her a moment to process his command. By then, he’d lost patience.

  “I’m not going to repeat myself, Ms. Iser.”

  Her hands moved to her breasts—seemingly of their own accord—and she cupped them, letting their plumpness fill her palms. The women in her family had a history of being rather well endowed. Most of the time she cursed her large boobs, wishing she didn’t have to lug the ungainly things around all day.

  Evan, however, loved her breasts. It wasn’t unusual for the two of them to fall asleep, him spooning her from behind with one of her breasts in the hand he’d wrapped around her.

  She squeezed the globes harder, intending to use the action to arouse him. He was still hidden in the shadows.

  Was he watching? Was her sexy peepshow working?

  Annie moved her fingers to her nipples, sucking in a shallow breath when she stroked the sensitive tips. How long had it been since she’d felt like this—her body on fire, her pussy clenching with a gut-aching need?

  She pinched her nipples tightly, pushing the sensation just beyond pleasure to pain. She winced, not because it hurt, but because the rough touch sent shards of electrical currents directly to her clit. She started to close her legs, hoping to find some relief, but she recalled Evan’s order.

  He wanted her legs open, wanted her completely exposed. After the magical wickedness of the evening, she couldn’t think of anything she wouldn’t give him right now. She’d fallen in love with the man five years earlier that first night by the lake, and she’d fallen just a bit deeper every single day since then.

  Evan didn’t speak as she played with her breasts, didn’t offer commands or try to direct her actions. If not for his silhouette leaning against the car, she could almost forget he was there.

  Almost.

  Annie moved one hand lower, drawing it over her stomach to her pussy. She wondered if Evan would stop her. He didn’t move, so she took the freedom he offered.

  She needed to come. Like yesterday. The need had built up until she’d reached the point of no return. He’d told her to touch herself and that was exactly what she was going to do.

  She caressed the firm bud of her clit, going straight for the kill. She was no stranger to masturbation, to finding her own pleasure. She’d spent too many single years before meeting and marrying her hot cop. Too many lonely nights.

  As she increased the speed and pressure, she was overcome with gratefulness that she had met Evan. Though her touch was doing the trick, she realized whatever cl
imax she gave herself would be lukewarm compared to the explosive sparks Evan provoked.

  Or at least, the ones he used to provoke. Before she became obsessed with getting pregnant and having babies.

  Guilt crept in and Annie hesitated, her fingers pausing mid-stroke. She didn’t want to come without him. Didn’t want to keep feeling alone in a house where she wasn’t alone. Annie spent every single night with Evan and yet, she’d missed him.

  Now he was there, with her, and she needed this time to make things right between them.

  “Don’t stop,” he commanded.

  She wanted to submit, wanted to give him what he asked for, but first…

  “I’m sorry.”

  Evan didn’t reply immediately and she suspected her apology confused him. After all, how was he supposed to know what she was sorry for?

  “I’m so sorry, Evan. For everything. I know I haven’t been the easiest person to live with lately, but—”

  She didn’t get another word out of her mouth. Evan was there, crossing the distance between them in three long strides.

  “Hush,” he urged, pressing his lips firmly to hers. She clung to him as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues tangled as tears sprung to her eyes.

  She’d missed this closeness, this passion. She gripped his hair more tightly when she sensed him trying to pull away. She wasn’t finished yet. She needed more. So much more.

  Evan reached behind her, tugging her ass toward him, dragging her to the edge of the trunk of the car. She reached down, drawing his cock from his still-open pants. It occurred to her they’d spent the last couple of hours with her in some state of nakedness while he was fully dressed. They’d address that issue later.

  For now…

  She directed his cock to her wet opening, groaning as he pressed deep, thrusting inside with one relentless, powerful motion.

  Annie wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him even closer. The incredible restraint her husband had shown all night appeared to be lost.

  He grasped her hips, keeping her in place as he took her. Neither of them held back anything as he pounded harder, Annie urging him on.