Once they got back to the house, Brock grabbed a black fabric bag he’d deliberately left hanging on the coat hook and tossed it to Krista. “Put this on.”

She snatched the small bag midair as they stood at the bottom of the stairs.

She opened up the bag to peer inside, and Brock had to work hard at keeping a straight face. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide.

He didn’t so much as blink. “I’m in charge tonight, but that doesn’t mean you can’t look the part of little Miss Authority.”

A smile tugged on her lips.

He nodded, spun on his heel and headed downstairs. “I’ll meet you downstairs in the study.”

Now he had to get things ready. Most of it already was, but he wanted to light a fire, dim the lights and double-check he had everything he needed. The night needed to be perfect.

It didn’t take his woman long to get dressed. She was probably just as eager as he was.

He was already sporting a raging hard-on just thinking about her in the getup he’d found for her to wear. Now he was finally going to see it.

“Come in,” he commanded after she’d knocked on the door.

Slowly, almost painfully so—no, definitely painfully so, his dick was practically throbbing in his jeans—the doorknob turned, and there she was. The sexiest sexy cop he’d ever laid eyes on.

Even though the date night had been all his mother’s idea, Brock thought up and executed the “sexy police officer” costume all on his own. Thankfully, the adult novelty store next to his dry cleaner had exactly what he needed, and Krista wore it perfectly. She’d braided her hair into a single plait down her back before fixing the big costume officer’s hat on her head. The way her breasts filled out that navy and brass-buttoned crop top made his balls ache and his cock jerk. And of course, what officer’s uniform wasn’t complete without a miniskirt, black thigh-highs and black stilettos? He hadn’t included shoes in the bag, so she must have found a pair of her own. He loved that she was into this as much as he was.

Brock had never role-played before, but the way Krista was so open to things, and the fact that she constantly battled him for control, made him all the more eager to really get his sassy little officer on her knees. He’d ditched his leather jacket and sweater and now just sported his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the first two buttons at his neck undone.

“You’ve been bad, Constable Matthews,” he said, causing her eyes to fly up to his.

She swallowed. “Have I? How so?”

“You’re supposed to be an officer of the law, and yet you choose to act above it. Behaving the way you did in public, in a movie theater no less.”

Her long, sexy throat undulated.

“Those are grounds for some serious punishment.”

She swallowed again and then nodded, her sapphire eyes glittering as an amused smile tugged at her lips. Slowly, she made her way across to the room to stand in front of him.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

He nodded. “You still need to be punished, though.”

The pulse along her neck picked up and she licked her lips. “Yes, sir. Of course.”

Oh, she was good.

But he couldn’t lose his cool. Gruffly, he murmured, “Safe words.”

He waited until she nodded.

“Stop will make me stop. Slow will make me ease up. And more, well, that speaks for itself. Do you understand?”

She nodded again.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “What was that?”

She fought to stow another smile. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now suck my cock, you dirty little thing. You got me all riled up earlier with nowhere to finish. On your knees.” He began to unzip his jeans.

She dropped to the floor in front of him, bringing him out of his boxers and licking her lips as he continued to grow in her palm. Her plump lips encircled the crown, and then she immediately took him to the back of her throat, letting him bottom out until sexy tears sprung out at the corner of her eyes. He pulled her hat off, chucked it across the room and fisted her braid. She took all of him. Only she could satisfy him.

He was close in seconds, but he didn’t want to finish this way. He needed to be deeper inside her. Using her braid, he pulled Krista’s mouth off him with a wet pop and helped her to her feet, angling her over the brown leather ottoman he’d placed in front of the fire. Without any further ado, he impaled her. Two quick, growl-fueled pumps and he was coming, biting her shoulder blade as he dug his fingers into her hips, claiming her, marking her.

His.

She was his.

When he was finished, he stood up and tucked himself back into his jeans. A firm hand on her back told her he wanted her to stay there. He reached to the mantle and grabbed his weapon of choice.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, circling in front of her.

“A flogger, sir.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

Her legs trembled as she looked up at him from her willing but also vulnerable position on the ottoman “More, sir. Please.”

“Good. How many spanks do you think your little ‘public display of affection’ has earned you this evening?” he asked, bending down until his mouth was right down next to her ear. He reached below her and inside her shirt, fishing out a nipple. He tugged hard enough to earn that delicate little squeak.

Chuckling softly and removing his fingers from her breast, he stood up and circled around behind her, lightly dragging the flogger across her exposed flesh.

Her ribs expanded and released quickly. She was panting. “H-however many my sir thinks I deserve.”

He grinned. “Good answer. Well, I think you’ve earned twelve.”

“Yes, sir.”

“If you want me to stop at any time, just say ‘Stop.’ ”

“Yes, sir.”

He decided to ease her into it. The first one came sweet and innocent and light against her back. Like a gentle tap with a sting at the end. Krista twitched slightly on the ottoman and her breathing quickened.

The next few flogs were a little harder and faster, landing closer to her butt. He couldn’t wait to flip up that slutty little skirt and get her ass good and pink, watch her pussy drip down her inner thighs as he made her wetter and wetter with each flog.

“You okay?” he asked. She’d been surprisingly quiet. Barely an inhale of breath or a squeak.

“More,” she breathed. “More.”

A big, satisfied smile stretched across his face. Fuck, she was perfect.

He got down to business.

Hard smacks landed across each cheek and the backs of her thighs until her whole body trunk region was bright red and screaming at him for more.

“Your skin is so beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of where her leg met her buttocks. “Pink and soft … and … mine.”

She was his.

His.

“How are you feeling?”

A sob caught in her throat. “M-more, sir … please.”

“Then more you shall have.”

And more he gave her. Flog after flog came down, and with each one Brock felt his brain slipping into a euphoric state of bliss. The redder her ass got, the slicker her pussy lips became, the more entranced he grew. His cock was already rock-hard again in his jeans and aching to be let free, but a part of him was enjoying the torture. Krista was being punished, then so could he be … just a little.

“Sir,” came a faint whisper. “Sir?”

Brock shook his head, clearing his mind and halting his efforts. “Yes?”

“Fuck me … please.”

Well, she didn’t have to ask him twice.

He’d lost count of how many flogs he’d done. All he knew was that his dick was raging, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful than Krista’s bright pink ass and dripping pussy. Within seconds he was back inside her, taking her at his will.

Taking her.

Because she was his.

Inch by luscious inch, he took her with a deliberation she felt in every nerve, every cell. A faint growl behind Krista had her craning her neck to look. Brock, a big beautiful force inside of her, was taking what he wanted, what he needed and giving her so much in return. The entire evening had been perfect, from his adorable pickup at the front door down to the sexy cop outfit and flogger. The man thought of everything.

Her ass and back burned with a slow, decadent sting as Brock’s skin slapped against her with each primal thrust. She’d be feeling those flogs tomorrow. For sure.

His hand wrapped around beneath her, and he cupped her breast roughly, taking a nipple between his finger and thumb and tugging it until her breath hitched and her pussy clenched around his length.

She felt the orgasm. It was slow to ascend and sweet and beautiful in its release. A decadent crescendo that took her almost by surprise. His pounding was so raw and rough that for something so sweet and beautiful to come of it nearly brought a tear to her eye.

Just as that orgasm ended, a bigger, more intense one took its place, shocking her system and making her whole body explode into a million little pieces. Her eyes flew open, as if looking for those pieces so she could collect them later, but it was impossible. And Brock held the biggest piece of all—her heart.

She panted and whimpered as the waves of the climax crashed into her. Her body bowed and flexed as the sensations flew through her. Tremors—big and small—cascaded inside her, catching on his shaft. She pressed back into him, desperate for more of his length, for more of the burn from his thigh hair rubbing against her flogged skin. She wanted more of everything.

More of Brock.

A harsh grunt was followed by sudden stillness. He jerked behind her, sighing with his release. She squeezed her muscles around him, wanting every drop he had to give her. Because as much as she was his, he was also hers. And she wanted all of him.

It could have been seconds, or it could have been hours, but eventually Krista felt herself being pulled off the ottoman and Brock was wrapping her up in a buttery-soft blanket. All she could do was hum. Folding her against him in the big chair in front of the fire, he kissed her temple and asked her if she was okay.

She wasn’t sure if she responded. Maybe a moan or a whine of some kind, but definitely not any words. Krista was deep in la-la land and fully content staying there for a while. That last orgasm had rocked her world and then some.

He chuckled against her ear. “That’s enough for tonight. Here, drink some water.” He pressed a cool glass to her lips. She chugged it greedily, her eyes closing as her head lolled against his chest.

“Wh-where’d you learn to do that?” she mumbled, still not bothering to open her eyes. “Are you a secret Dom?”

He chuckled again. “I’ve been doing some reading. You seem interested in this kind of thing, and I certainly don’t dislike it, so I wanted to do something to surprise you. Besides, you know me, I’m most relaxed, most myself when I’m in control. We should go and get you some chocolate.” She smiled against his warm chest. Yes, she was getting to know him. And what she knew so far, she loved.

She lifted her chin and pecked him on the cheek, not bothering to open her eyes. “Well, you definitely surprised me.”

Her head was back against his chest, and she was slipping off into dreamland, and maybe it was just wishful thinking, who knows? But she could have sworn she heard him whisper, “I love you.”