ThePleasureClub:TheCopbyAnnaLeighKeaton

ThePleasureClub:

THECOP

By

AnnaLeighKeaton

ThePleasureClub:TheCopbyAnnaLeighKeaton

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Dedication

ThisonesforDeannaLeeandSableGrey.
Mypublishers,myemployers,myfriends.
Thanks,ladies,foreverything.

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WelcometoThePleasureClub

DearMs.Casey,

WerepleasedtowelcomeyoutoThePleasureClub.
Asyouhavealreadysignedandreturnedthecontractandfilledoutallthe
necessaryformstoensureyoureceiveyoureverywish,wewillbeintouchwith
you shortly with the details of your first Pleasure Night. Your Wish List and
Pleasure Forms have been turned over to our staff of highly trained Pleasure
Guardians,andtheyarehardatworkfindingyourperfectmatch.
Wewillendeavortomeetyourpersonalfantasy.
When you are contacted again, you will be given a location where your
PleasureNightwillbegin,andyouwillalsobegivenasafewordtouseshould
youatanytimebecomeuncomfortable.Thereisnoshameinchangingyourmind.
Werehereforyourpleasure,andshouldyoursafewordbeused,yourmatchfor
the evening will cease all activity, and the game will be put on hold until a
mutualagreementbetweenyouandyourPleasureMastercanbereached.
Onceagain,welcometoThePleasureClub.
Please feel free to contact the office at any time should you have any
questions.

Yourstruly,
ThePleasureClubManagement

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*****

Ms.Casey,

YourPleasureNightwillbeginFridaythe21st,9:00PMattheBalantine
Club.
YoursafewordisIndictment.

Sincerely,
ThePleasureGuardians

*****

WhathaveIdone?WhathaveIdone?
Victoria Casey sat at the end of the bar in the Balentine Club,
sippingaglassofdietcola,waitingforhereveningofpleasuretobegin.
Shedbeenthereforoverahalfanhoursofar,afterarrivingright
atnine,asinstructed.Hercopstillhadntshownup.
She scanned the club, searching for someone in uniform. Her
request to The Pleasure Club had been a policeman fantasy. Handcuffs
and all. Licking her lips, she let her gaze wander over the club patrons.
Theywereallsoyoungcomparedtoherthirtysevenyearoldself.
Withaquickglanceatherwatch,shesighed.Shedalwayshadcop
fantasies, ever since she was a teenager when shed watched a tall,
muscularofficertakedownacarthief.Herfantasyhadneverdied,even
throughtenyearsofmarriagetoaboring,veryundominantaccountant.
Yet, now that she was here, she wasnt sure what to expect. It
frightenedherabit.
Shewantedtobe
VictoriaCasey?
The deep voice in her ear caused her to tighten her muscles. Cola
splashedfromherglassontothebackofherhand.Shenodded.
If you dont want a scene, I suggest you come with me without
makingafuss.

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NoonecalledherVictoriatoherfriendsshewassimplyVickor
Vicky.This hadto beher Pleasure Master forthe evening.Butjust to be
sure...
And why would I do that? she asked, turning her head just
enoughtoseethemansfaceasheleanedoverher.Damn,hewastall.His
scruffytwodaygrowthofdarkwhiskersmadehershiverwithexcitement
attheprospectsoffeelingthemagainstherbreasts...betweenherthighs.
Detective James Drake. He flipped a gold badge in front of her
face before shoving it back into his pocket. His suit was a little mussed.
His tie crooked, and his jet black hair was mussed and sexy as hell. He
was perhaps in his early to mid thirties, and he had the most stunning
greeneyesshedeverseen.
She grinned. Even better than a uniformed cop, theyd sent her a
scruffy,tireddetective.
YoufindthisamusingMs.Casey?Youreunderarrestforstealing
over one million dollars worth of diamonds from First Federal. He
propped a fist on his hip, which shoved his jacket back a bit to reveal a
pair of handcuffs. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. He
madeapointofglancingaroundtheclub.Isuggestwegetoutsidebefore
Itakeyouintocustody.
Hisvoicewaslikegravel.Sodeepandrough.Itskitteredoverher
nerves,makinggoosebumpspopoutonherarmsandhernippleshard.
He might look scruffy, but there wasnt an ounce of fat on his sixfoot
threeframe.Hisfacewasrugged,notonlyfromthescruffywhiskers,but
he had a strong jaw and a scar just under his right eye. He might be an
actorhellshedidntknowwhereThePleasureClubfoundtheirPleasure
Masters,buthelookedlikeabadboydetectiverightoutofagrittycrime
novel.
Thankyou,PleasureClub!
She slipped into her role as a highpriced diamond thief. I guess
we should take this discussion outside, then, shouldnt we, Detective
Drake?
He gave a curt nod and slipped his hand around her upper arm.
His fingers were slightly callused, and she shivered. His grip was firm,

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butnotpainfulashehelpedheroffthestoolandguidedherthroughthe
throngofdancingBalentinepatrons.Hedidntleadheroutthefrontdoor
though,insteadgoingdownthehalltowardtherestrooms.
Vickystumbledasthefirstbitofworryflashedoverher.Shemight
havesignedacontractwithThePleasureClubtospendthenightwitha
psychoaxemurderer.
Hishandtightenedonherarm.Everythingwillbefineaslongas
yourememberwhoandwhatIam.
Hislowvoicesoothedhernerves,andshekeptwalking.Hiswords
could have beenominous,butsherealized whathe meant. The Pleasure
Clubwasexclusive,andtheywouldnthaveaPleasureMasterwhowasa
murderer.Hemightevenbearealcop,forallsheknew.
He led her down the darkened hall and out the Emergency Exit
doortothebackalleyoftheclubwhereablacksedansatwaiting.
He slipped the strap of her tiny handbag from her shoulder and
dropped the purse onto the top of the car. Hands on the roof, he
commanded, his voice brisk and businesslike. I have to check you for
weapons.
Shealmostlaughedattheludicrousstatement.Shewaswearinga
tight black cocktail dress that couldnt hide a tube of lipstick, let alone a
weapon. When she didnt move fast enough, he grabbed her wrists,
plantedherhandsontheroofofthesedan,andpressedhisbig,hardbody
againstherback.
Hereyelidsdrooped,andshesuckedinaquickbreathofsurprise.
God,hesmelledgood.Likeleatherandmuskycologne.
Dontmove.
Hepatteddownhersides,aroundtoherstomach,whichmadeher
musclestenseinexcitement,andthendownoverherhips.Buthedidnt
stopthere.Eventhoughherskirtendedatmidthigh,hecontinuedlower,
tothebareskinofherlegs.
Those rough palms skimmed down to her knees, thenoh, good
Lordupbetweenherlegs.
You have the right to remain silent, he said as he touched her
withwhatcouldhavebeenprofessionaldistance.Anythingyousaycan

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andwillbeusedagainstyouinacourtoflaw.
Hisfingertipsslippedupandglidedoverthecrotchofherpanties.
Hercuntclenched.Shedroppedherheadforwardandspreadherlegsa
bitfarther,hopingheddoitagain,alittleharder.
He didnt, though. He stood up and grabbed her right wrist,
bringingitdownandbehindher.Doyouunderstandyourrights?
Shenodded.
Cold, hard metal clicked over her wrist. She gasped. Shed never
wornhandcuffsbefore.
Hetookherotherhandfromthetopofthecarandbroughtitdown
behindher,also.Click.Shewaslockedin.Totallyatthismansmercy.She
shouldbeterrified,eventhoughsheknewitwasallagame,butinsteada
thrillshotthroughherthelikesofwhichshedneverbeforeexperienced.
DetectiveDrakespunheraroundandpressedheragainsttheside
ofthecar,hisbodybigandimposingbutnotquitetouchingher.Hisheat
soaked into her cool skin, though, and his warm scent tantalized her
senses.
Werelookingforyourpartner.Weknowyoudidnt pulloffthe
heistalone.Ifyougivemehisname,wemightbeabletoworkoutadeal.
Sheshookherhead.Illnevertellyouanything,cop.Shealmost
grinnedatheractingability.Shecouldplaythegame.
Heloomedoverher,tryingtointimidateher.Thatsdetective,lady,
anddontyouforgetit.
Onebadgeisthesameasanother.Justabetterpayscale.
Hisnarrowedeyesglitteredinthedimlightofthestreetlamps,and
hisjawtickedwithannoyance.Wow,hewasgood.
Youve got a smart mouth on you, Ms. Casey. Someone should
havetaughtyoualessonaboutmouthingofftoamancarryingabadge.
Orwhat?shescoffedandrolledhereyes.Youllshootme?
Hegrippedherchin,hisfingersbigagainsthercheek,andturned
herheadtotheside.Oh,Ms.Casey,Ihavemuchbetterwaysofgetting
whatIwant.
His mouth closed over a sensitive tendon in her neck, his teeth
scraping,histonguehotanddampandsosmooth.

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She moaned, and her knees went weak. Her nipples tightened to
tinypointsofpain,andhercuntdampenedandthrobbed.
Hesuckledhiswayuptoherear.Tellmewhoyourpartneris.
No,shegroanedashenippedherearlobe.
Thenyou leaveme nochoice.He backed up,dropped his hand
fromherface,andjerkedopenthebackdoorofthesedan.Getin.
Sheshookherhead.Shecouldntmove.Thecarheldherup,since
hismouthhadsuckedallstrengthfromherlegs.
He gripped her arm and maneuvered her into the car, carefully
holdingthetopofherheadsoshedidntbumpitonthedoorframe.She
allbutcollapsedontothesoftleatherseat.Thissurewasntacopcar.With
a grin, she settled as comfortably as she could with her hands bound
behind her back. She wondered where hed take her, since a real police
stationwasabitoutofthequestion.
Heslidintothedriversseat,droppedherpurseonthepassenger
seat,andstartedtheengine.
Youve got one more chance, Ms. Casey, to tell me who your
partneris.
Gotohell.
Tisk,tisk,Ms.Casey.
Withinacoupleminutes,theypulledupinfrontofherhouse.Her
mouthfellopeninsurpriseasheturnedofftheengineandclimbedoutof
thecar.Shehadexpectedahotelroommaybe,or...hell,anythingbuther
house.
Thedoornexttoheropened.
Comeon,hesaid,wigglinghisfingersather.
Shesupposedthesafetyofherhomewasforherownbenefit.She
scooted her legs out the door, and his big, warm, rough hand closed
around her arm again, lending her assistance. He held her purse in his
otherhand,thetinyblackthinglookingsillydanglingfromhisthick,long
fingers.
Heguidedherupthewalkwaytothefrontdoor,thenopenedher
purseandpulledoutherkeys.
Whydidyoubringmehere?sheasked.

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As he shoved the key into the lock, he turned toward her, raised
onedarkeyebrowinacondescendingmanner,andsaid,Interrogation.
That one word sent a shiver down her spine and a tingle into her
pussy.Sheglancedaroundattheotherhousesonherquietblock,praying
Mrs.Rogerswasntpeekingoutherwindow.Vickyneverbroughtmento
herhouse.Hell,sinceherdivorcethreeyearsago,onlyacoupleofthem
hadvisitedher,andthosehadbeencoworkers.
Detective Drake flung the door open and, with his hand back on
herarm,guidedherthroughit.Heshutandlockedthedoor,thenflipped
onanearbylightswitch.Heledherthroughthelivingroomandintothe
kitchen,whereheturnedonmorelights.
Sit,hesaid,pullingoutabentoakchairfrombeneaththekitchen
table.
Why?
He sighed and pressed his hand down on her shoulder until she
sat. The strength he exhibited was beautiful. She really, really wanted to
knowwhathelookedlikeoutofthatwrinkledjacketandshirt.Andpants.
Hewenttothesmallwindowoverthesinkandpulledthecurtains
shut.Asheleanedoverthecounter,thejacketpulledupinback,revealing
a gorgeous ass. Her mouth watered. Oh, yeah. He definitely needed to
losethedresspants.
He turned back toward her, slipped off the jacket, andyum. His
chest was chiseled beneath his shirt. She wondered if it was hairy or
smooth.Hetossedhisjacketoverthechairacrossfromher.
Now, Ms. Casey. Are you ready to cooperate with me? Or do I
needtogetrough?Hecrossedhisarmsoverhischest,hisbicepsbulging
againstthefinecottonofhisplainbluedressshirt.
Imnottellingyouanything.Youvegotnoproof.Ifyoudid,you
wouldvelockedmeup.
Thetiniestofgrinstippedtheleftsideofhislips.Itlookedalmost
sinister.Ivegotyourfingerprintsatthecrimescene.ThatsallIneed.
Bullshit. She could really get into this. She hadnt done any
acting since high school drama class, but she loved it. If you had
anything, youd have already charged me. Youre just guessing, hoping.

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Well,cop,youcankeeponguessing,becauseImnottalking.
Hecametowardher,andshehadtotipherheadbacktoseeinto
hisface.
Youhaveonesmartmouthonyou,lady.
Youvesaidthatbefore.
Heraisedhishand,andsheflinched,forasecondthinkinghewas
going to slap hershed stated in her Pleasure Forms that she liked it
roughbutinstead,heforkedhisfingersthroughherhairandtippedher
headbackevenfarther.
Idontlikesassywomen.
The slight tug on her scalp sent a frisson of pleasure skittering
through her. Sheshiveredand triedto control her acceleratedheartrate.
When she regained her sense, she said, Im not exactly here to worry
aboutwhatyoulike,nowamI?
Hisfingerstightenedagainstherhead,andshegaspedattheshock
ofheatthatshotthroughher.
I think your mouth needs to be put to better use. With his free
hand, he undid his slim, leather belt, popped open the button, and slid
downthezipperofhisslacks.
AllVickycoulddowasstareatthoselong,strongfingersworking
hispants.Hermouthwateredinanticipation.Ifhiscockwasevenhalfas
gorgeousastherestofhim...
Oh,my,itis...
He pulled himself free of his tight, black briefs. Even only semi
erect,hispeniswasbeautifullyshaped.
Whenhegrippedthebaseofhiscockandpulledherheadtoward
him,shedidnthesitate.Sheopenedhermouthwideandtookhimin.He
hardened in an instant, and his taste was heaven. Musky, sweet, and
tangy.
Thedetectivesbreathinggrewragged,andhisfistinherhairwas
joinedbytheotherone.Hecontrolledhermovements,bobbingherhead
fasterandfaster.Shetookhimtothebackofherthroat,sucking,licking,
skimmingherteetheversolightlyalonghisshaftasshewithdrew.
She tasted his salty precum, and her cunt spasmed. She wanted

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thisthick,longcockslammingintoher.Neededit.Ithadbeensolongso
very, very longsince shed been satisfied in bed. Since shed been
pounded into submission. Since shed had an orgasm that made her
screamandturnedhermindtomush.
The hands in her hair jerked her back, and she released the tip of
hiscockwithasoftpoppingsound.Shelookedupintohisfaceandwas
more than pleased to see him looking so close to the edge. A few more
sucks,andshewassureshecouldmakehimcome.
If her hands had been free, she would have grabbed his ass and
pulledhimtowardher.Asitwas,shecouldntmove.Heheldherwithhis
arms straight, his fingers tangled in her hair. If she moved, shed only
causeherselfpain.
Shetriedanyway,leaningintohim.
Hisgriptightened,andshestopped.
Talk,damnyou.Tellmethenameofyourpartner.
No. She looked back at his cock, which stood proud and solid.
Youllnevergetthenameoutofme,nomatterwhatyoudotome.She
prayedhewoulddoitall.
He pulled her head back toward him, and she latched on to his
cockwithahardsuck.
Detective Drake moaned and pumped his hips, shoving himself
deeperintohermouth.Hisslacksslippedoffhishipsandpooledaround
his ankles. She wanted to get a look at his legs, but she was too busy
concentratingonsuckingthecumrightoutofhim.Shewantedtotasteall
ofhim.Shewantedtobenasty anddirtyandnaughtytonight.Thiswas
hernight,damnit.Sexforthesakeofsex.Raunchy,withnomorningafter
awkwardness.ShecoulddrinkDetectiveDrakescumallnightlong,and
noonewouldcare.Noonewouldbeheretothinkshewasweird.
Her nipples rubbed against the silk of her dress, abrading them,
makingthemache.Sherolledherhips,pressinghercuntagainstthehard
woodofthechairseattorelievethepressurebuildinginsideher.
He pulledher mouthfromhimand tipped her headbackto meet
hiseyes.Shelickedherlips.Shewasgoingtobereallypissedifhedenied
her.

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Name.Now.Hisbreathingwasevenmoreraggedthanherown.
Hischeeks,abovehiswhiskers,wereslashedwithcolor.Hiseyeswereicy
emeralds.
Youdontreallywantthename,doyou,copper?Youwantmeto
suck your dick. Her voice sounded strangely deep and throaty.
Seductive.Shegavehimasweetsmile,whichmadehimnarrowhiseyes
ather.
Shewonderedifhercompliancetosuckcocksurprisedhim,sinceit
was meant as punishment. Little did he know that it was one of her
greatestpleasures.Shelovedthetaste,thetexture,ofamanspenis.
He shoved her head back to his crotch, and she happily wrapped
herlipsaroundhimandsuckedhimsodeephisballspressedagainsther
chin.Shehummedindelightassheflickedhertongueagainsthim.Then
sheswallowedaroundthetipofhiscockatthebackofherthroat.
Fuck,hegrunted.
Mmmhmm,sheagreedasshebobbedherhead,usingherteeth
toscorehim.
More precum dripped onto her tongue, and she reveled in the
tangy delight. She wished her hands werent bound behind her. She
wantedtotouchhim,getherhandsonthatass,dighernailsintohishard
muscles.
Hepumpedhishipsandheldherheadstill,hisfingerstightening
against her scalp with each bit of movement. She sucked him hard,
repeatedlyflexingherthroataroundhim.
Hisbodytensed,stoppedmoving.Sherubbedtheundersideofthe
softheadwiththetipofhertongue.DetectiveDrakegroaned,andaspurt
ofhotcumfilledhermouth.Sheswalloweditdown,alongwithanother
and another as he came hard. Then she licked him, cleaning him,
wonderinghow longuntilshe could doit again.How fastshecould get
himhardasecondtime.
Before she could figure out what he was doing, he released her
headanddraggedheroutofthechairbyherarms,spunhertotheside,
andbentherforwardovertheedgeofthesmall,roundtable.Shegrunted
as the edge of the tabletop bit into her pelvis. His big palm pressed

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betweenhershoulderblades,andwithhisotherhandtuggedherskirtup
aroundherwaist.
What a little slut, he said, his breathing ragged and loud in the
silentroom.
Shelaughed.IfImaslut,whatdoesthatmakeyou?Adirtycop?
He slid two fingers beneath the crotch of her lace panties and
flickedthemoverherswollenpussylips.
Yourethedirtyone,hesaidasheteasedherpubichair,tugging
it lightly, sending the ache deeper, harder through her. You suck your
partnerscockthatway?Youwontgivemehisnamebecauseyouliketo
watchhimgetoff?
Allmenarethesame,shesaid,tryingdesperatelytoconcentrate
onhiswordsandnotthetugging,teasingbetweenherlegs.Imakethem
come,andtheyreputtyinmyhands.
A stinging slap on her ass caught her off guard, making her yelp.
Asthepaineased,thepleasurewasalmostunbearable.
Illnotbeputtytoyou,lady.Imgoingtomakeyougivemehis
name,evenifIhavetobeatitoutofyou.
Hisroughvoice,combinedwithhiswordsofpromisedretribution,
made her moan. She laid her cheek against the cool, smooth oak table.
Giveityourbestshot.
Hegaveheranotheropenhandedslaponherass.
Hercuntcreamedandclenched,beggingtobefilled.Sheletouta
slowbreath,controllingherexternalreactiontothepleasurablepain.
Anotherslap,butthistimeshecouldnthelpthewhimperofneed
thatslippedoutofher.Shesquirmed,andthehandbetweenhershoulder
blades added more pressure, pressing her breasts into the hard,
unforgivingtabletop.
I can take everything you have to dish out, she said between
clenchedteeth.
Aspunishment,herpantieswererippedfromherbody,leavingher
ass bare. The cooler air brushed her cunt, and she sucked in a quick
breath.
Somehow, I doubt that, he growled an instant before he delved

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twolongfingersintoherpussyandaimedstraightatherGspot.
She clenched her hands into fists, wishing she had something to
grab onto to ground her as she fought off her impending climax. She
wasntreadyyet.Shewantedthetormenttolastlonger.
As the detectives fingers pumped into her, unerringly rubbing
over her bundle of nerves, she broke and came with a sharp cry. Cream
slickedherinnerthighsashisfingerscontinuedtheirassaultonherbody,
draggingoutherclimaxuntilshesawstarsbehindhereyelidsandcould
barelycatchherbreath.
Both of his hands left her body at the same time, and she
whimpered. Her legs shaking, she slumped all her weight on the table.
Goodthingitwassturdy.
Name,damnyou.Givemethename.
Fuck...you,shesaidonraggedpuffsofbreath.
Youdnodoubtlikethat.
Slap.
Thatonereallystung.
Slap.
Ouch!Shekickedoutwithonefootandconnectedwithhisshin.
Hegrunted.Ifhewantedhertoputupafight,shecould.
Fuckingheelsarekillers.Hejerkedherstilettooffherrightfoot,
thenherleft.Theyhitthetilefloorwithasoftwhack.
Isthatit? Didyou kill your partner tokeep all the diamonds for
yourself?
Lookingforabribe?
Slap.
Notwithyourdirtymoney.
Slap.
She kicked out again but caught only air and nearly tumbled
herselfrightoffthetable.Hecaughtherinamotionsoquickitmadeher
headspin,benthisknees,andliftedherup,tossingheroverhisshoulder
likeasackofpotatoes.
Oomph.His hard shoulder dug into her stomach. This was a lot
sexierinmoviesthaninreallife.

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Thenagain,hiswhiskerstickledherbaredhip.Shelikedthat.
Bedroom, he growled as he stopped walking just outside the
kitchen.
Down the hall. Door at the end. She decided that fighting right
nowmightnotbeagoodidea,orheddropheronherhead.Shemightbe
into role playing, but brain damage wasnt something she wanted to
experience.
He kicked open the doornot that itd been shut tightand
dumpedheronthebedwithoutceremony.Shebouncedonherside,her
hairfallingoverherfacesoshecouldbarelyseehim.Atonepoint,when
shedbeenfacedownoverthetable,hedpulleduphispants,butnowhe
shovedthemdownagain,alongwiththosesexybriefs.
Tossingherheadtotheside,sheclearedmostofthehairfromher
eyessoshecouldgetthefullbenefitofhimstrippingforher.
Oh,yeah...Hislegswerethick,muscular,andlong.Hejerkedthe
knotofhistieloose,unbuttonedhisshirt,andkickedoffhisshoesatthe
same time. His open shirt revealed wellformed pecs covered in just the
rightamountofpitchcoloredhair,whichwhorledaroundhisnipplesand
formed a straight line bisecting his body between eightpack abs that
madehermouthwater.Hiscockwashardagain.
Hebentandpulledhisthin,leatherbeltfromtheloopsofhispants.
Vickys heart thudded. Shed never been whipped. Hell, shed
barely gotten the men in her past to spank her hard enough. Her body
revvedup,readyforanotherorgasm.
Yessss.
Hefoldedthebeltinhalfandsnappedtheleather.
Hercuntclenched.Hewasgoingtodoit.Yes,yes,yes!
He bent over again and pulled something from the pants and
tossed it on the nightstand. Rubbers? When he approached the bed, he
hadsomethingbetweenhisfingers.Keystoherhandcuffs,sherealizedas
he rolled her onto her stomach, dropped the belt to the bed next to her,
andfiddledwiththecuffs.
Beforeshecouldpullaway,thesecondhereleasedherrighthand,
heflippedherontoherbackandclaspedthecuffbackinplace.Nowher

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handswereboundinfrontofher.Hershouldersprotestedthechangein
position,butitdidntstopherexcitementfromgrowing.
The man was gorgeous, and when he trained those startling
emeraldeyesonher,hesuckedherintohisworldofmakebelieve.
Lastchance.
Forwhat?sheasked,raisinghereyebrowinchallenge.
Givemeyourpartnersname,orImgoingtobeatitoutofyou.
Theresnothingyoucandotomethatwillmakemegivehimup.
The detective raised her hands up over her head and slowly
openedthezipperthatrandownthesideofherdress.Youlovehim?
Whatsittoyou?
He tugged on the dress, and the silk easily slipped off her body,
leavinghercompletelynaked.
The way you suck cock doesnt make me think youre in a
committedrelationship.
Athroatylaughslippedoutofher.Maybehiscockisntaspretty
asyours.
Onecornerofhislipstwitchedintoanalmostsmile.Thatso?
Dontgetabigheadnow,officer.
Heflippedheroveragainandsnappedthebeltagainstherass.She
criedoutinsurpriseathisspeed.
DetectiveDrake,hesaid.Iworkedforthisgoldshield.
Fuckingyoursuspects?Doesthisnormallyworkforyou?
Thebeltbitintothefleshofherass,andsheburiedherfaceinthe
down comforter to muffle her cry of bliss. The pain was exquisite.
Somethingshedalwayslongedtoexperience.
Idowhateversnecessarytogetmyconviction.
Slap,slap,slap.Threeburninglashesinarow.
She screamed into the blanket and fisted her hands in the soft
down.Ithurtsogood.Herpussywashotandwet.Shepressedherpelvis
intothebed,buttherewasnorelieftobefoundthere.
Thenthosebig,roughhandsclosedoverherupperthighs,shoved
herlegswide,anddraggedhertotheedgeofthebed.
Onyourknees,youlittleslut.

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Shaking,shepushedherselfontoherknees,withherfeetdangling
overtheedgeofthebed.
Yourassisflamered,yetyourefusetogivemeaname.Whatsit
goingtotaketogetitoutofyou?
Youll never get that name from me! She tensed, waiting for
anotherlash.
Tension built within her when it didnt fall. When a full minute
passedandhestillhadnttouchedher,sheslowlyreleasedherbreathand
restedhercheekagainstthebed.Lethermusclesrelaxabit.
Then those big, wonderful hands bit into her hips, and his hot
mouthattackedhercunt.
She screamed and tried to wriggle away, the sensations almost
morethanshecouldbear,butheheldhersteadyasheateher,shovinghis
tongue deep into her then flicking her clit with its tip. His whiskers
abradedheroversensitizedflesh.
No! she cried, even as she shoved herself back against his face,
needingmore.
He slurped her cream and lapped it up as she had his cum. Her
body tightened, her muscles pulled taut. She whimpered and rode his
face, bucking against him. The man was goodfantastiche knew just
wheretosuck,lick,andpresswiththattalentedtongueofhis.
Her climax grew inside her, building and building. Her toes
tingled. Her fingers ached where she dug them into the comforter. She
wasaboutto
He stopped. His hands held her firm, but his mouth was gone,
thoughshecouldstillfeelhishotpuffsofbreathagainstherwetflesh.
Damnyou!shescreamed,shovingbackagainsthim.
Hisfingerswerelikevicegripsholdingherstill.
Doesyourpartnermakeyouthishotandwet?hedemanded,his
voicelikeroughvelvet.
Yes,shecried.Hotterandwetter.Youreanamateurcompared
tohim.
Asoftchucklefromherdetectivemadeashiverraceupherspine.
Oh,thatwasasinistersound.Shewasreallygoingtogetitnow.

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Heletgoofherleftlegandflickedafingerthroughherpubichair,
just barely skimming inside her lips. She tightened, waiting, her cunt
throbbingwithitsneedofrelease,ofoneortwogood,hardstrokes.
Thenthatfingerpressedagainstheranus.
Shemoanedandburiedherfaceintheblanket.God,yes.
He pressed through the tight ring of muscles and sank that
gloriouslylong,thickfingerdeepintoherass.
Doeshefuckyourasshole,Ms.Casey?
No,shemoaned.Noonedid.Butshelovedit.
Doeshemakeyoutremblewithneed?
Sherolledherforeheadagainstthebed.No.
He pumped his finger slowly in and out of her ass, released her
thigh,andstrokedafingerfromhisotherhanddeepintoherpussy.
Ahhh...
Asecondandthirdfingerjoinedthefirstinhercunt,stretchingher.
Pain...pleasure...pressure...ecstasy...
Heslippedasecondfingerintoheranus.
She whimpered and slowly rocked against his hands. Shed never
experienced this kind of sex play with a man. Shed tormented herself
with a butt plug and her array of vibrators on occasion, but this was so
much...more.
Kinky little thing, arent you? he said, humor lacing his sexy
voice.
God,yes,sheadmitted.More.Herdarkersidewassomething
herhusbandhadloathedabouther.Notthatshewasintoanythingheavy,
buthedneverbeenwillingtodoanything.
Her detective kept stroking her with his fingers as he moved
aroundbehindher,repositioninghimself.
Sheassumedthegamehadbeenforgotten.Shedidntneedtoplay,
shejustneededtocome.Again.Hard.
Thefingersinher pussypickedupspeedwiththeir stroking, and
hispinkyflickedherclit.Shecriedintothecomforterandshovedagainst
him with every thrust of his hand. The pain hurt so good. His knuckles
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Hisfingerslefthercunt,andwhatshouldhavebeenthenextstroke
madeherscream.Hiscockthatbig,gorgeouscockrammedintoherso
hardherteethclicked.
Hepumpedthefingersinherassindirectoppositiontothepress
ofhiscock,makingamaddeningfrictionthatstoleherthoughtsandmade
heryelpwitheachhardthrust.
Takemore?Hiswordswerebarelymorethanstrainedgrunts.
Yes!shescreamedassherockedbackagainsthim.
Hepumpedintohersohardhisballsbouncedagainstherclit,his
thighsslappedagainsthers.
Shecouldntbreathe.Allshecoulddowasholdonandwaitforthe
impending wave of oblivion to sweep over her. It was too much. Not
enough.
Detective Drake grunted with each powerful thrust, his free hand
holdingherhipinapainfulgrip.
More?hegrowled.
More!
He pulled out of her, left her empty for a second or two, then
stretchedherasswithhiscockasherammedithome.Atthesametime,
heletgoofherhip,reachedbeneathher,andpinchedherclitsohardshe
wentofflikearocketintoouterspace.
Her own screams of pure rapture rang in her ears as her legs
slippedoutfrombeneathher,andhecamedownoverher,pumpinginto
her. His animalistic grunts in her ear, along with his hot breath on her
neck,pushedheroveranotheredgeonwhichshedidntevenknowshed
been standing. Every muscle in her body contracted, and she screamed
again.
Andthentheworldwentblackandsilent.

*****

Vickyawoketofindapairofstrongarmsaroundher,asolid,fuzzy
chest beneath her cheek, and soft breath stirring the hair on top of her
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The room was dark, except for light spilling in through the door
fromthehallway.
She didnt know how long shed been out, but the delicious
sensationsinherwellabusedbodymadeherpurrinsatisfaction.
So, Ms. Casey, Detective Drake said, his voice a rumble against
herear.Areyoureadytogivemethatnamenow?
Aslowsmilespreadoverherlips,andhereyelidsdriftedshut.If
youwantedyourshareofthediamonds,James,allyouhadtodowasask.
It really helped having a cop on the inside for this job. Ill wire your
moneytotheoffshoreaccountwesetuplastweek.
Hissoftchucklebouncedherheadabit.Wellplayed,Ms.Casey.
Mmm.Thankyou.Foreverything.
As she drifted back to sleep, she felt him move away. He tugged
the comforter up around her shoulders. And although she couldnt be
sure, since shed drifted to somewhere between sleep and awake, she
thoughthepressedhissoftlipstoherforehead.

*****

Bright rays of sun warmed Vickys face. She frowned. She wasnt
readytowakeupyet,wasntreadyforthedreamofthebestfuckofher
lifetobeover.Butshedidhavetogotothebathroom.
Sherolledawayfromtheantagonisticsunandsatupontheedge
ofthebed.Shewasnaked.Ithadntbeenadream.HerPleasureMaster,
Detective Drake, had been real. Her butt still ached from the whipping
hedgivenher;hercuntandassstillthrobbedfromthepummeling.
On the nightstand sat a pair of handcuffs, a set of keys, and a
businesscard.

Untilwemeetagain.

DetectiveDrake
ThePleasureClub

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AuthorBio

AnnaLeighhasbeenreadingandpenningromanceforaslongas
shecanremember.Aftershemetandmarriedherveryownreallifehero,
romancetookonawholenewmeaning.Shenowknowsmarriedlifecan
sizzle and romance can be eroticeven in her own home. Now her
writinghas takenona spicier flavorand,whilehubbys off atwork, she
letsherimaginationsoar.Annalovestohearfromherreaders.Youcan
email her at anna@annaleighkeaton.com or visit her website at
www.annaleighkeaton.com for all her upcoming and previously
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