Sunday, February 14, 2016

Hearts and Handcuffs: Gazillionaire Valentine’s Sunday Snog


To celebrate Valentine’s Day, I’ve written you a brand new short story (rated X!), featuring the characters from The Gazillionaire and theVirgin. This isn’t from the bookit’s a fantasy about how they might spend their first Valentine’s Day together.

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Why, when you’re short on time, does the world deliberately conspire to slow you down? Theo will be so annoyed if I’m late. But there’s nothing I can do. Route 101 headed south is bumper-to-bumper with commuters, all eager to get home to their honeys, or so I presume. Just like me.

That makes me smile, despite my frustration. This is the first Valentine’s Day in a decade when I’ve had anything worth celebrating. Or anyone to celebrate with. I used to work late on February 14th, telling myself that all the fuss about Valentine’s was commercial nonsense, designed to sell chocolates, flowers and jewelry.

Now I know better.

For convenience, we’re meeting at his condo, since I had meetings all afternoon in the city. He’s at the StorySpinner offices in Sunnyvale, most likely bossing his developers around. It’s astonishing how much more assertive he’s become in the past nine months. Anyway, I’m sure he’ll be home before I am.

That’s fine. He’ll have time to prepare.

Flashing lights up ahead indicate an accident. Once I’ve crept past, the road opens up. I lean on the accelerator a bitwhat’s the point of having a powerful engine if you don’t take advantage of it?trying to make up for lost time.

I pull into the parking lot at seven ten, just ten minutes late. Ten strokes of the crop, if I’m lucky and he doesn’t choose the cane instead. I feel wetness gathering between my thighs. I’m not a pain junkie, but if Theo wants to cane me, I know I won’t object.

My pulse quickens and my nipples tighten under my jacket as I stand on the landing, fumbling with my key. He hasn’t told me exactly what he has planned, just that we’ll do some role play, but by now I have a pretty good understanding of Theo’s kinky mind. I know that whatever we do, I’ll love it.

Theo, I’m home.” My voice echoes through the modest apartment. It feels empty. But he should have been back by now. A fist of worry clenches in my chest. What if something happened to him? “Theo?” I head down the hall towards the bedroom.

Freeze, lady!”

Cold metal prods my ribs. I feel the chill right through my suit. An answering shiver races down my spine. A tall figure steps out from the shadows of the darkened office to my left. Rough fingers clamp down on my wrist.

Hey! That hurts.”

Too bad. Get used to it.” He drags me into the office and forces me down into his desk chair before snapping on the light. “It’ll hurt a lot more if you don’t tell me everything you know.”

What?” I scan the blue-clad figure looming over me. Where did Theo get a policeman’s uniform? In any case, he looks fabulous wearing it, the trim fit accentuating his powerful chest and the tight pants showing off his muscular thighs. A silvery badge shines on his shirt pocket. Shaggy hair falls into his eyes, which are dark and intense. He has ditched his glassesI guess he must have relented and tried the contacts I’ve urged on him, because I know he’d never try to top me without being able to see me clearly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Embezzlement. Extortion. Industrial espionage. Sound familiar?” His mouth is set in a hard line. “Gimme your hand!” In fact he grabs me without waiting for me to comply.

He pulls a glittery set of handcuffs from his back pocket. They’re obviously genuine. I try to swallow my nervousness. This is Theo, I remind myself. Your lover. Your master.

It takes him no more than a few seconds to cuff me to the chair. “Now then, missy,” he growls. “Spill. Or I’ll make you.”

Reallyofficer. I have no idea what this is about. Are you sure you haven’t confused me with somebody else?”

No way. The informant was very specific. Wild red hair and the body of a slut.”

I am as thoroughly conditioned as Pavlov’s dog. My pussy gushes whenever he uses that word.

Theo leans over to unbutton my jacket. He reaches in to claim a nipple, his fingernails biting into my taut flesh.

I gasp at the sudden pain and the burst of bliss that follows.

I don’t think he did you justice. You’re a fucking wet dream. But never mind.” He straightens and props himself up against the desk.
My job is to get you to talk.” He pulls a nightstick from his belt and runs his palm along the polished wood cylinder. “Whatever that takes.”

Oh my God! As he strokes his weapon, all I can think about is his cock, just as fat and hard. I risk a glance toward his crotch. He’s obviously aroused, though he seems to doing a good job of ignoring that fact.

Can’t you let me go, officer?” I use my free hand to unbutton my silk blouse, giving him an eyeful of creamy skin and black lace lingerie. I’ve dressed in anticipation of the evening’s festivities, too. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Trying to soften me up, slut?”

I spread my thighs, deliberately releasing a whiff of musk from under my skirt. Clasping my cuffed wrist with my other hand, I tighten my arms against my sides to accentuate my cleavage. “I can see you need some relief,” I purr. “If you’ll just set me free, I’ll give you what you want.”

What’s to stop me from just taking what I want?” he counters. In a flash, he produces another set of cuffs from somewhere. I’m doubly restrained before I even realize what’s happening.

He must have been practicing all last week.

Now he looms over me, grinning like the fiend he sometimes is. “I’ll fuck you first. Then I’ll beat the truth out of you. Open those thighs, slut.”

If I were staying in character, I’d refuse. But I can’t disobey Theo’s command, not when he uses that voice, that name. I part my legs. Theo flips up my skirt to display my naked pussy.

He sucks in his breath, losing a beat. “Oh, yeah!” He rubs the end of the nightstick over my swollen clit. I moan, helpless and hungry. “You want my stick in this wet cunt of yours? I’ll bet you do.”

He doesn’t wait for my answer. Instead he simply slides the wooden rod into my pussy. Despite its substantial bulk, there’s no resistance. I’m drenched and slippery, ready for this and more. Intense pleasure shudders through me.

Theo pumps the truncheon a few times, careful not to drive it too deep. I’m already close to a climax. He knows that too. He backs away to admire me, leaving the stick hanging out of my pussy. I clench my inner muscles to keep it inside and rock my hips, trying without success to increase the stimulation.

Theo chuckles. “God, you look so hot. But you’ll look even hotter with my cum all over your face.”

Extracting his cock from his uniform, he moves closer, stroking and squeezing. “Bet you’d like this too.” Moisture drips his ruddy bulb, which he holds just out of reach of my tongue. “Maybe in your ass, since your pussy’s occupied?”

Oh...!” As the image takes hold in my mind, driving me to the very edge of orgasm, he jerks ferociously at his cock. In seconds he explodes, anointing my lips and chest with his jism. “Come now, slut,” he orders, simultaneously pulling the nightstick from my depths, mashing it against my clit on the way out.

I swear I don’t need that boost. I’m already shuddering as bliss tears through me. I flop helplessly in the chair, yanking at my steel bonds, while waves of sensation drown me. Eyes screwed shut, I don’t realize Theo has knelt between my thighs until he laps at my clit to send me flying once more.

He’s still there when I open my eyes, a proud grin on his boyish features. All trace of the brutal cop has vanished. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Rachel.”

Heedless of his own spunk, he leans in to capture me in a wet, thorough kiss. I sink into him, eager and grateful. Kissing Theo can be more satisfying than fucking. He’s both demanding and generous as he takes possession of my mouth. Meanwhile, he cups my breasts in his big hands, kneading the flesh through my lace bra and flicking the nipples with his thumbs.

Take this off before we eat,” he says when we finally stop for breath. “I want to admire you through dinner.”

Dinner? But I made reservations at Bellamy’s.” We’d been meaning to try the up-market seafood place for months now. I’d planned to surprise him.

Ah, Dr. Zelinsky! When will you learn that I’m in charge?” He finds my phone in the purse I dropped when he accosted me in the hall. “Call them and cancel. I’ve cooked for you, a special Valentine’s dinnergrilled salmon, pilaf, asparagus Hollandaise, tiramisu...”

Sounds wonderful, sir, but...” I gesture at the handcuffs and give him a grin.

Oh right.” Fishing a key from his pocket, he unfastens my right arm. “There you go.”

I manage the call with only one hand, while he plays with my tits. It’s devilishly hard to concentrate on what I’m saying. His lustful gaze rekindles the embers smoldering between my thighs. When I’ve finished, he releases the other set of cuffs from the chair, but leaves them dangling from my wrist. He pulls me up to a stand, into his arms, into another all consuming kiss. I melt, ready to do anything he asks.

The food should be ready,” he tells me, leading me into the darkened dining room. Alstroemeria and ferns grace the center of the table. Slender white candles cast a glow over the china and silver. A bottle of champagne sits in a wine cooler next to Theo’s seat.

Oh Theo! It’s lovely!” I give him a hug. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

Off with your blouse now. And the bra.”

Of course, sir. Anything for my Valentine.”

He arches an eyebrow in that way I love, sending a premonition of pleasure straight to my sex. “Now sit down, slut.”
When I obey, he cuffs my left wrist to the dining room chair.

Theo? You don’t have to restrain me. You know I’m not going anywhere.”

He fiddles with the champagne cork. “I just like the thought of your being in handcuffs. You don’t mind, do you?”

Wellno, no, of course not. Whatever you like.”

The golden, effervescent liquid sparkles in the candlelight as Theo fills my glass. “After dinner, I’ll deal with your punishment for being late. Assuming you consent. I’ll let you choose the implement, all right?”

I bow my head to hide my smile. “Yes, sir.”

And thenwell, it would be a shame not to make further use of that nightstick. The costume rental cost me a bundle.”

Arousal bubbles through me like champagne. It’s going to be a Valentine’s Day to remember.


13 comments:

Mary Preston said...

Happy Valentines Day indeed!!!

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Tameka said...

Happy valentine day great contest
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SusieJ said...

Such a Happy (and HOT) Valentine's day!
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Debby said...

Happy Valentine's Day to us all. Thanks for the story. Nice way to warm up my day it is-13 out
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erin said...

wowzers! Thanks for the fun "valentine" :)
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Colleen C. said...

Thanks for sharing! Happy Valentine's! greenshamrock at cox dot net :)

orelukjp0 said...

Thank you for the great Valentine's Day Story. I loved it.

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Jean Roberta said...

Great Valentine's Day surprise, Lisabet!
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Terri H said...

I haven't read the book yet, but this moves it way up on my to do list! Happy Valentine's Day!

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Sue A. said...

I was just wondering how Theo and Rachel would celebrate the day and here is my answer! Thank you!
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Patricia K said...

thanks for the story

Anne said...

Mmmm, nothing like cop and prisoner play. Unfortunately, where I live there are so many issues with real cops that it's really tarnished the whole thing for me.

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Juana said...

I enjoyed your HOT & FAB story, and can't wait to read about Theo and Rachel.

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