Tempting the Law Page 3

  She looked back at the bubbles forming in the tub. “Guess it'd be a waste to let all that hot water go unused."

  "Let me treat you like something special.” He took her hands in his. “The last thing I want is for you to leave here thinking I'm not sincere. This really means something to me."

  In all the years she'd been a cop, Cathy had never believed anyone more. But maybe that's because she didn't want to leave him, either. “All right. I guess it would be a shame to not follow through. We're already too far along to regret things."

  "I don't regret anything,” he adamantly responded. “You're more than I could have ever asked for."

  She gazed up into his eyes and decided she was making far too much of whether he was employed there or not. She touched his chest and sent him what she hoped was a conciliatory grin. “Let's have that bath."

  He returned her smile, took her hand and helped her into the water.

  Cathy couldn't fault his manners. But his announcement that he wasn't really part of the staff was mystifying. She almost wanted to break her oath keeping her occupation secret and find out more about him. But he wanted the same privacy. So, she regretfully kept her secret to herself. After today, they'd never see each other again anyway.

  Once she was comfortably seated and the warm water was rushing around her, Cathy felt much better. But Ian hadn't yet joined her. He was looking at something on the vanity counter and that made her curious. “What's so intriguing?"

  Ian turned to her with a pair of handcuffs dangling between his thumb and index finger. “Ever used these?"

  "Why in the world would I have?” she answered, but it sounded like her answer came a bit too quick. Even to her own ears.

  "I was thinking you could put them on me."

  "Bondage?"

  He shrugged and grinned. “Why not? Something tells me I can trust you."

  She considered the request, but knew what her answer would be. Her body was already responding to the intriguing possibilities posed by having a gorgeous, nude man handcuffed and in her control. “Okay. If you're game so am I."

  Ian glanced back at the counter to make sure there was a key for the cuffs before entering the water and handing them to her. “Okay, you're the boss. Do your worst,” he announced.

  She pursed her lips and tried not to laugh. “I'll assume you meant that in a good way."

  Ian was waist deep in the hot sudsy water when she put her hands on his arms to turn him around. He put his hands behind him and was surprised when Cat gave a command that sounded suspiciously familiar.

  "Put both hands on your head, interlock your fingers. Spread your legs and don't move."

  He did as she commanded for the tone of her voice couldn't have been interpreted any other way but a command. When she grabbed his right hand first, cuffed it while it was still on his head then brought it to the small of his back at the same time she pulled down his left hand, Ian was almost certain who he was dealing with. And he remembered the small scars on her right hand. He began to understand why she didn't want anyone to know too much about her.

  Cathy turned him around to face her. “Now I've got you right where I want you."

  For a moment he didn't say anything.

  She saw a surprised expression on his face and hesitated. “Are you sure about this, Ian? We don't have to do it."

  "No ... No, it's okay. Go ahead.” He tried to hide the shock of finding out who she was or at least what she might have done for a living at one time.

  Cathy put her hands on his chest and fingered his nipples.

  Ian closed his eyes and moaned. “That's good."

  "Wait until you see what else I have planned."

  Ian stood absolutely still as she ran her hands over his chest, shoulders, biceps and hips. She cupped the hot sudsy water and poured it over him so that almost all his torso was covered in bubbles. Then she lowered her hands to the front of his thighs and cupped his erection. One hand slid deep between his legs and gently massaged his testicles. Ian kept his eyes closed, let his head drop back and savoured the sensations.

  Cathy saw the way his chest began to rise and fall, indicating he was excited by her touch. She pulled him toward her and stepped to one side. She stroked his length with one hand and slid her other between his legs, but from behind.

  "Damn, that's good,” he muttered and moaned in appreciation.

  Emboldened by his response, Cathy glanced at the objects on the bathroom vanity. “Keep your eyes closed and don't move."

  "Whatever you say,” he panted.

  She slowly exited the tub, grabbed up a towel to keep from dripping water everywhere and considered her choice of toys. She glanced back over her shoulder, smiled and grabbed up her selection. Tossing the towel aside, she stepped back into the sunken tub and approached him from behind. Of the toys she could have chosen, the one her eyes were drawn to was strange. But it suited her mood.

  She considered him for a moment, looking over all the muscle and sinew bulging from every inch of his body. “Have you ever done anything kind of kinky?"

  Ian's eyes shot open and he looked back over his shoulder. “W-what are you thinking of?"

  She held up a small leather looking object that looked like a riding quirt some of the mounted police occasionally used. It had a braided leather handle that was about eight inches in length. The other end had three frayed pieces of leather hanging down that were each about three inches long. “I won't do this if you don't want to."

  Ian thought for a moment. “Just go slow."

  She stroked his back with one hand. “I promise, if you don't like what I'm doing I'll stop. Agreed?"

  He nodded, took a deep breath and waited.

  Cathy tried to relax the moment. “Look, I've never done anything like this either. Seems to me like it'd go a whole lot easier if you relaxed as much as possible."

  Ian only even considered letting her go ahead because he had a real good idea who she was. “I'll try."

  Cathy lifted a handful of bubbly water and massaged the lower part of his back with one hand. Slowly, she lowered her caress until she was massaging the firm butt just beneath the level of the water.

  Instinctively, Ian spread his legs so she could touch him as she had when he first entered the tub. When she stroked between his thighs, he leaned slightly forward so that as much of his tender flesh was exposed to her stroking as possible. He saw her lift the small quirt and waited to see what she'd do next.

  With the frayed ends, Cat began to stroke his chest, nipples and shoulders while still using her other hand to caress his penis and testicles.

  He wondered if she'd actually use the quirt to strike him, but that question was quickly put to rest when she gently began to tap him on the nipples. As far as arousal was concerned, it worked. It most definitely worked. He moaned loudly as the gentle sensations of the quirt shot through his nipples and the stroking of his manhood continued.

  "Is that too much?” she breathlessly asked.

  He gasped. “Move the quirt back and forth a little."

  Cathy did as he requested and realised the leather was arousing him as much as her hand stroking between his thighs. She kept moving it slightly backward and forward, across his chest and pectoral muscles while stroking his penis with her other hand. After a while, she carefully inserted just the tip of the quirt into his naval.

  "Yeah!” Ian blurted.

  She took that to mean that he was probably ready for an orgasm and gently pulled on his erection. Ian's wrists strained against the handcuffs. “Oh ... my ... God ... don't ... stop..."

  Cathy watched his head roll from side to side. “Okay?"

  "Y-Yes,” he cried out. “Stroke me faster."

  She carefully did as he asked, letting the leather handle of the quirt bump against his penis as she did so. Ian began to writhe, splashing water on the edges of the tile nearby. Cathy had never seen a man so deeply in the throes of passion before. Her body responded to his movements, and his cries
were such that she could almost feel as if the entire event was happening to her. “You're unbelievable,” she told him.

  Unable to withhold the sensations that her touch and the quirt were delivering, Ian clenched his teeth and let himself go. He cried out all the way through the release then stood there trembling when it was over.

  Cat immediately put the quirt aside. Without grabbing the towel this time, she hurriedly left the tub in search of a key to unlock the handcuffs. This she found lying on the vanity counter, and quickly returned to Ian and unlocked the cuffs.

  He lurched forward and supported himself on the tub's edge until he could get his breathing under control and his heart quit racing.

  "Are you all right?” She stood by his side, placed one hand on his back and the other on his chest.

  After a moment, he was able to stand up straight again. Ian turned to her and roughly pulled her into his embrace. “That was unbelievable. Do you know what leather feels like on wet nipples?"

  "You didn't answer me. Are you all right?” she insisted and placed both of her hands on either side of his face.

  His answer was to slant his mouth across hers and stroke her body as he hungrily kissed her. When the hot kiss finally ended, he lifted her chin up with one finger. “Your turn,” he quietly told her, then he reached for the handcuffs. They lay next to the key, right where Cathy had tossed them after expertly removing them from him.

  She couldn't wait. She quickly turned away and put her hands behind her back.

  Rather than prolonging the situation by putting her into an arrest position as she had done to him, Ian simply snapped the cuffs around her small wrists. From behind her, his left hand cupped her left breast and he simultaneously reached for the quirt with his right hand. “Were you planning on having me use this on you?” he softly asked and held the leather device in front of her.

  Excited by what had happened to him and ready to experience her own orgasm, Cathy simply nodded.

  Ian's gaze slid over the quirt. “Let me get you ready."

  "I am ready,” she gasped out.

  "Oh, no. You may think you are, but I'm in charge now. I'll say when you're ready or not."

  Cathy closed her eyes and chewed on her lower lip in anxiety. She'd never been so ready for an orgasm in her life. His responsive release had done that to her. “Please, hurry."

  He put the small, frayed leather end of the quirt between her breasts and lifted her hair off her shoulders with his free hand. Leaning forward, he gently began to nibble on the back of her neck. From behind her, the hand that held her long hair dropped the silken mass and slid down to her lower abdomen. His finger rested in the brown curls between her thighs. But he stopped short of actually going lower. She cried out and tried to shift her body so that he'd stroke between her thighs, but he held off. “Not yet, baby."

  "Please,” she begged.

  "Soon. I promise.” Ian continued to caress her lower abdomen with his palm while teasing her breasts and nipples with the quirt. Occasionally, he'd deliberately slide one finger between her thighs and Cathy would cry out. But he didn't linger there. Instead, he brought that hand up to her breast and fondled the nipple with his middle finger while teasing the nipple of her other breast with the strips of leather at the quirt's end. All the while, he continued to nibble on the back of her neck and then her shoulders.

  "Ian ... please ... I can't take much more."

  "All right, baby. I guess it's time,” he relented and smiled as her tight little backside pushed into his groin. And in a few more minutes, he'd be ready to take her again. But he dipped the quirt down so he could give her a taste of what he'd experienced. He held the leather in front of her, and gently inserted it into her naval. “Is this going to be okay for you? Have you ever done anything like this before?"

  She shook her head in denial and writhed against him and the leather at the same time.

  "We'd better go slow, then. Just like you did with me."

  Cathy stood completely still; the soft low sound of his voice was every bit as exciting as his caresses. All she wanted was release. And if he didn't do something soon, her body would take over.

  Ian did as she had and considered every single touch. By standing behind her, he was able to slide the leather handle of the quirt down her abdomen and lightly glide it against her crotch. He watched her expression as she cried out loudly. “You are ready, aren't you?” He lowered his free hand behind her.

  She nodded, kept her eyes closed and moved against the leather stroking the outside of her clitoris. When Ian moved it away, she wanted to shout obscenities at him. But he pulled her close to him, slid his free hand between her thighs and rolled one finger into her vagina ever so gently. She understood he was trying not to do anything so fast as to break the sensations and immediately relaxed. “Go ahead."

  Very carefully, Ian slid another finger into her, and brought the quirt back up to her erect nipples. He thrust his fingers into her vagina several times more before replacing them with his open palm against her labia. When she accepted everything he did without resistance and didn't tell him to stop, he leaned backward slightly so that her weight rested on one of his thighs. From there, he hoped she could get the full effect of his palm between her legs and the leather tracing over her body while her hands were still helplessly cuffed behind her. “That's it, Cat. Just take your own time,” he encouraged.

  Cathy dropped her head back against his shoulder, clenched her cuffed hands and thrust backward then forward. The sensation was strange at first. Soon, her body got used to the movement and she rode his hand faster and faster. Suddenly, like a bomb exploding, an intense orgasm took her. She cried out and let Ian hold her while the rolling motion in her abdomen tore through her body. Wave after wave. It was the first multiple orgasm she'd ever experienced and it almost left her unable to stand. The next thing she knew, Ian had tossed aside the leather riding quirt and was holding her. She vaguely realised he was removing the handcuffs and helping her out of the tub.

  Wanting to keep her warm, Ian then wrapped a large towel around her and another around his own body. He sat on a nearby stool and pulled Cat into his lap. “Just sit still for a few minutes. You'll be okay."

  She looped her arms around his neck and let him hold her close. Cathy didn't know if she'd ever seriously be all right again. Just like him, she was left shaking, breathless and weakened by the intensity of what had happened.

  Ian kissed her temple and stroked her back for a few minutes. “Let's get in that big bed and rest a little while, okay?"

  Cathy must have nodded or made some kind of affirmative gesture because he was actually lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bed in the outer room. After he placed her on the soft bedspread, Ian stretched out next to her and pulled her against him. She hadn't remembered the room being cold before, but Ian's chest was very warm and solid. She cuddled as close to it as she could and quickly fell asleep.

  Chapter Four

  Entrees—2:45 p.m.

  When Cathy woke up, the blankets had been tucked around her. She pushed them aside, sat up and saw Ian sitting at the end of the bed wearing his kilt. He sent her a slow, sensual smile and she couldn't help responding. “How long was I asleep?"

  "Not long. But I got a serious case of the munchies and ordered up some room service. Do you mind?"

  "No. I'm hungry, too. What did you order?"

  He tilted his head. “Something called the hot bread special. I don't know what it is, but it sounded interesting. And I like hot bread."

  "Mmmm, so do I. I can't wait.” She grinned, slid out of the bed and readjusted her towel. “But why do you have your kilt on?"

  He laughed. “Baby, even in this place I can't go to the door with nothing on and this is all I have. Other than a towel, that is. I'm sure answering the door nude might be done around here, but I don't want put myself in that position."

  She pushed back her hair, part of which was still damp from the tub. “I guess you're
right. I'll put my fairy dress back on."

  "I kind of like it,” he admitted and winked at her.

  Wrapping the towel more tightly until she could find her gown and shimmy back into it, Cathy regarded his smiling face and striking blue eyes. It suddenly dawned on her that she'd have to leave him later. The fantasy couldn't go on forever. And since he wasn't an employee, she'd never see him again. Even if she came back to the bordello it was likely he might not. Since they were maintaining anonymity, neither of them could make an appointment to meet here again. She tried not to think about it. For some reason, the thought didn't make her feel very happy. Instead, Cathy concentrated on dressing. She found some hair pins in her bag and loosely pinned her hair on her head. Just as she was finishing, the gong sound indicated someone was at the door. She quickly joined Ian.

  A red-coated staff member wheeled a huge cart into their room. Before either she or Ian could thank him, he simply nodded, turned and left.

  "Well, that was quick,” Ian observed.

  "He probably gets an eye-full around this place and doesn't like hanging around the rooms any longer than he has to.” Cathy walked forward, picked up a silver dome covering one of the plates and stared. After looking over the contents on the plate, she burst out laughing. “H-have you seen this?” she choked out.

  Ian walked forward, looked at the plate and started to laugh as well. One collection of items included with the hot bread special was a set of penis-shaped buns. They'd been slit down the middle and lay there steaming. Pretty glass jars of condiments accompanied the buns, but it was obvious what meat was supposed to be put on the bread. “Well ... at least you have your choice of sour dough, wheat or pumpernickel,” he jokingly told her.

  Cathy's eyes watered with mirth. “I'll let you choose."

  Ian smirked, considered his choices and walked toward the table. He picked up the wheat bun, lifted up his kilt and pointed toward the condiments. “You do the honours."

  Cathy put her hands over her face and tried not to laugh so hard that she couldn't do as he asked. Finally, when she was able to look at the condiment jars without snickering, she picked up one that looked like it contained honey. Dipping her index finger into the jar, she put it to her lips and sucked. “Yep, it's honey. I'll try that.” She turned around to see Ian holding up his kilt and wrapping the warm bun around his penis. He was leering at her mischievously.