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  The waitress came and took our orders; then, Bret pinned his hungry eyes on me.

  “Princess, why acting?” he asked, and I told him. This had us talking about how he was such a straight-laced kid who followed the rules and wanted others to follow them too. I found myself laughing because I saw that about him. I could see a little enforcer before me, trying to police people around. He said his brother was an entrepreneur who helped get the family’s restaurant business up and running. He said they had a food truck called Taste Test, where they gave out free food, and that was the genius idea that brought in so much clientele for the restaurant. It was a brilliant concept, and automatically, he was not being surly when he talked about his family.

  He loved them, and that was clear.

  Damn.

  My family was all the way in California, and I had missed them terribly. Mom and Pop-Pop used to watch the old episodes of Murder, She Wrote, MacGyver, In the Heat of the Night, and Cheers. I swear every time I talked to them, I heard the theme music in the background or the familiar voices of the actors and actresses.

  “Your brother, is he an asshole like you?” I asked while laughing at his sharp look.

  “He’s off-limits. Actually engaged.” Bret shook his head like he couldn’t believe the shit. Then he muttered, “Not sure why he signed up for that.”

  “Aww, so he’s not like you. A surly son of a bitch, huh?” I quipped back and popped a piece of popcorn from the basket in my mouth.

  “See you have a smart mouth,” he commented before tapping his fingers on the table.

  “That means what exactly?” I asked and leaned forward.

  To my surprise, this little game of flirtation took a significant turn when he leaned forward and said, “It’s been a while, Princess, but I punish for sass too.”

  PUNISH?

  Ugh.

  “Princesses don’t get punished.” I pushed back with a knowing smirk.

  “Oh, they do,” he assured me. “And spanked.”

  Yup.

  I was playing with one rude, rough-and-tumble man. He was way out of my league, and he was here for it. Shit, the moisture in my panties told me I was here for it too.

  “Do you have a proposal?” I asked with one eyebrow quirk.

  That was when the stupid food decided to come. The waitress took her time, putting his food down, so her girls were all in his face. Oddly enough, he wasn’t even paying attention to her; those silver eyes were on me. Clearing my throat, I began to eat the food that she finally put in front of me. We spent the next few minutes eating our meal in silence but definitely feeling the pulse beating between the two of us.

  As soon as I got to the bottom of my salad bowl, I wiped my mouth, took a sip of water, and stood up.

  “Well, I hate to eat and go, but I have to get back.” I went to grab my wallet from my purse, but he glared at me.

  “So you’re dining and dashing, again?” He leaned back and assessed me with those wild eyes.

  One of my shoulders lifted as I smirked.

  “Meet you back here at seven,” Bret threw it out there.

  I couldn’t help the smile on my face, and I also didn’t try to hide it.

  “Is it to make up for my meal?” I joked.

  “No, it’s to make up for your sass,” the officer said with not even a hint of a smile.

  “Am I on punishment?” I crossed my legs and pushed the chair in to hide my need.

  He looked down at my crotch and licked his lips.

  “Oh yeah, Princess.” He gave me a nod. “Your sweet ass needs to be spanked. Teach you a lesson or two on behaving your elders.”

  Fuck.

  “Elders? How old might my elder be?” I asked with one hand on my hip.

  “The question is, how old is the princess?” the officer placed both of his fine hands on top of the table.

  The man was clearly relaxed but with a slightly concealed string of restraint. The way he was looking at me was as if he wanted to devour my whole soul right then and there in the restaurant for all to see. Shit, I wouldn’t put it past him.

  “I don’t know who the princess is,” I said with a sweet smile as I put my purse around my shoulder. “However, I am thirty-three.”

  Then I turned to make my exit in some weird attempt for him not to say something to make me come back or even to turn me off about the wolf vibes he was giving me. Hell, maybe it was also to ensure I got the last say.

  But very much like the wolf, he got the last say, and it was not a request, but a command.

  “Seven,” he declared.

  Just as the door closed and I went back to my temporary job, one thing was for sure, and two for certain. I was wet, horny, and needed relief, probably more now than I ever knew. Also, seven couldn’t come fast enough because the exhilaration that coursed through my body needed to be released.

  Or just punished.

  3

  Bret Holden

  What the fuck was I doing?

  This was why I didn’t need to talk to Coy, who convinced me to go on a date or, for heaven’s sake, go fuck someone. Well, it had been a while, because I like a drama-free life. However, it was no coincidence that I ran into the princess twice. Then she acknowledged me like she wanted to fuck with me. I wasn’t a man to be fucked. I did the fucking—though, again, it had been a while.

  Her mouth, those lips, that sass—fuck, she was more than capable and even ready. I could tell by the way she was crossing her legs that she was feeling what I could do. My cock was hard, and I was representing everything I stood for, but the thirty-three-year-old was fucking with me.

  I had something for her—handcuffs, to be exact. I’d make her cum until she passed out, and then fuck her until she passed out again. That tight body of hers could use a good fucking. My goal was to screw the sass right out of her ass. Make her gentle, sweet, and easy—just like a princess to be doted on, catered to, and worshipped.

  What the fuck was wrong with me?

  I hadn’t even had sexual intercourse with the woman, and I knew how I was going to suck her tight pearl until she creamed on my face. How my fingers were going to fuck that snug, warm pussy, and that plump ass.

  She was flitting around the streets with a skirt as if the world were her oyster, and we were her minions. I’d own her, though. Everything about her, I would own.

  Come on seven o’clock.

  Six forty-five finally rolled around, and I was already waiting for her. Five minutes later, she came walking down the street with her long hair flowing as she glided like the sunset was her background.

  Raven was beautiful—a cute toasty brown all over. She could definitely have a doll made out of her physique and features. Women were women, but I’d never been with a black woman before. None of them ever looked at me long enough, to be honest. Either they were a colleague (whom I never fucked with), or they were a superior (and that was a hell no), or they were my boss (which was a triple fuck no).

  But this one, Ms. Raven Bell. She was none of these, and I knew before I knew, the woman would win over anyone.

  “Early,” she commented as she came over to the car that I was leaning against. This one wasn’t my unmarked vehicle but my actual ride.

  “As are you.” I moved into her space and put my hand on her hips. “Glad you came,” I whispered in her ear.

  “Are we eating?” she asked and then continued, “Because I’m starving. I can’t really eat while I’m working because of my nerves, but I’m super hungry.”

  “Don’t worry, Princess,” I murmured against her ear. “I got you.”

  “Mmkay,” she mumbled and rubbed her head against the side of my face.

  Fuck.

  Abort.

  Abort.

  My cock sprang to life. The woman smelled good even after she spent the day working. Her voodoo was working on me way too quickly for my liking.

  “Let’s go.” I opened the door for her.

  We rode to my house, where I put the salmon in the oven, ran her a bath with a robe in my clawfoot tub, and then grilled the asparagus and sweet potatoes on the stovetop grill.

  “You’re going to take a bath, relax, and by the time you are done, the food will be ready. Okay, Princess?” I told her.

  “Yes,” she said with a gleam in her eye.

  “Good. Robe is on the back of the door.” I let her go so I could finish cooking.

  By the time everything was done, she was back downstairs in the robe and slippers I had for her. The material wasn’t as skimpy as I liked, but it would have to do for now.

  We ate, and then we had some small talk about our day, the job that she had, and her dream of being an actress. Then once we finished, I took our plates, put them in the sink, and had her come to join me. I picked Raven up, placed her on the counter, and then cleaned up the kitchen before I turned around and de-robed her.

  Fire was in her eyes as she let me have my way.

  “You’re beautiful,” I admired the ripeness of her skin.

  Flawless with a few moles on her side. They were splattered about but were just perfect. Placing my hands around her hips, I dipped to take one of those perky nipples into my mouth. Raven moaned, causing the blood in my veins to run faster, increasing the pressure to my hardened cock stuffed in my pants. Bringing her center to me, I needed her to feel what she did. Feel the pipe that was securely safe at the moment.

  “Oh, Officer,” she moaned, which had me eyeing the vixen in a new light.

  Was she into the roleplaying, or did she just forget my name? My cock didn’t care, and neither did I. Right now, I wanted her pussy wet so I could have my wicked way.

  The skirt and dress were a man’s best friend because it was easy access. My hand slid up her thigh and hovered around the edge of her panties. She tensed, then relaxed, and opened her legs further.

  “Do you profess to know what you’re doing down there?” she asked, and it reminded me of her sass.

  Her punishment, as I promised, was about to start. Picking her up off the counter, I put her feet on the floor, so she was standing, and then turned her around and commanded, “Bend over and assume the position.”

  Without any hesitation, she twirled around, causing that skirt to follow her, and leaned her elbows on top of the tall counter. Her sweet ass perked up in the air, and I swear, my cock twitched in excitement.

  Lifting her skirt, I pulled those panties down and spanked each globe, ten times on alternating cheeks.

  The woman took it like a fucking pro, even moaning and lifting her ass up higher for more. Dammit, and she would get it.

  “That’s for your sass,” I murmured in her ear before dropping to the ground and eating her ass and pussy out.

  I grasped each cheek and lifted it up so that her pretty brown pussy was available for me to bury my face inside. Fuck, she was sweet. I used my tongue to touch every part it could reach, slurping on her juices and getting ready to take her right on the counter. I didn’t want to. Fuck, I wanted her in a proper bed, riding me home. However, the woman was intoxicating.

  I stood up after she came all over my face, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her up the stairs to my bedroom.

  Raven was nice and wet, and I was hard and horny.

  “If I say my pussy needs another lick or two, will I get a spanking?” Raven asked with a sly smirk on her face.

  “Depends,” I told her honestly.

  “On?” she asked.

  “How well you swallow my cock,” I replied and looked her dead in those gorgeous eyes.

  Then on cue, she slid to her knees and began to unbutton my slacks until the hard column was bouncing against gravity and rolling around on her face.

  Fuck me.

  She was a damn vixen sent to destroy me. Her small licks and the budded pre-cum that began to slide down my shaft had me about to burst. Then that wet, pink tongue of hers slowly licked the vein where the droplet trickled along.

  And.

  Fuck.

  It.

  I fisted that long hair of hers and stuffed my cock in her small mouth. The moans, sounds, and sheer erotic of it all had me about to burst down her constricted throat.

  “That’s right, Princess,” I coaxed. “Take that dick.”

  And she did—all the way down her throat.

  “Swallow it,” I commanded. “Deeper. Deeper.”

  Shit.

  She was damn good. I snatched her head off my cock so that I didn’t cum in her wet mouth.

  “Fuck, woman,” I hissed, as I pulled her up and pushed her back on the bed. As I tugged off my shirt, she undressed as well. For moments unknown, I stood and watched her sexy ass and curvy body waiting for me to enter her. Waiting for me to make her mine. It had indeed been a long time, but at the moment, I wondered why. She was exquisite. I didn’t want to die an old man. I wanted a woman like this, turned on, and ready to take all I could give.

  What was my problem?

  Why had I been alone for years?

  “My pussy is all wet,” she complained, as those slender fingers rubbed on that tight clit that was peeking out from under the swollen lips.

  I simply shook my head as I walked over to grab a condom and slide it on my thick cock. “I got something for that wet pussy.” A smile spread across my face. “Open those legs.”

  She obeyed, and I put one knee on the bed and licked from her leaky slit to her top lip. Then I entered her with a swift push and captured that first gasp in my mouth. Immediately, she pulled out the claws and began to hold on as I fucked her into the bed as hard as I could. I was not a patient lover or even a gentle one. I fucked, and I fucked hard.

  My girl took each and every stroke and even meeting me until the slaps were louder than my grunts and her cries for me to fuck her harder.

  Gotdamn.

  “I’m coming! I’m coming!” Raven yelled out. “Yes, right there.”

  She was panting and holding onto me the best she could. I was sweating—dripping, actually—but her hands were laced around my neck as I drove into her.

  “Fuck, I’m coming, Officer,” she mewed, and that was my undoing.

  It was on the heels of her electrifying orgasm that I came as well. The sheer force of it almost had me collapsing on her. Moving to the side, we both were attempting to catch our breaths as the room was filled with sex, lust, and stickiness.

  Eventually, I got up, disposed of the condom, and went to lie back down as I saw that Raven was curled up on the bed with her eyes closed.

  Damn.

  “You sleep?” I called, but there was no answer.

  Pulling the covers over her, I tucked the small woman into my side and closed my eyes. I was not sure when I started dreaming of more than my current life, but it was actually being fulfilled via a companion and kids, a house with a yard, a swing, and at least a lawn for me to move.

  It was her, I thought, as I woke up to see her still tucked into my arm. She was still sleeping peacefully and not doing that stupid shit of sneaking out.

  It was one night. We had sex, but I wanted to get her breakfast and some coffee. But why?

  It was fucking.

  Why did I have this urge to feed her and keep her here?

  I was fucked up. My brain was. A good fucking will do that to a man. Fuck him completely up.

  4

  Raven Bell

  My body was sore in all the right places as the memory of what happened last night came rushing back when I awoke in the unfamiliar space. Officer Bret Holden was a damn beast and one I could get used to.

  Speaking of the officer, where was he?

  My eyes blinked open, and I saw that I was in bed alone. Bret could have been in the restroom or someplace, but I felt like the house was empty. Did he leave me in his home alone? My eyes scanned the bachelor’s bedroom with its sterile colors and brown furniture. There was no note or anything.

  After quickly using the facilities, I redressed and gathered my things, and just as I was about to make my way downstairs, I heard footsteps on his carpeted steps.

  “Bret?” I called.

  “It’s me, Princess,” he called back before I could see him turn the corner.

  The man had two bags in his hands, and they were big bags.

  He took me in and saw my state of dress. He knitted his eyebrows and asked, “Leaving?”

  I hated that kind of shit. Having sex with someone and then sneaking out was not my thing.

  “I figured you had stepped out but wanted to get dressed and come downstairs to find out,” I told him.

  He made it to the top of the steps and invaded my space as he leaned down for what I presumed was a kiss. My lips met his, and Bret growled, causing the inferno in my core to rumble. Last night came back again, and there went my panties. His mouth was delicious and deadly. A woman could get used to it—that was for sure.

  “Bought us some breakfast. Now get back in the room so we can get a round or two in before I take you home.” He stared at me with that intense look, which seemed to be his only look.

  Brooding asshole was what I thought when I first met him. Now that we’d fucked, he was still a commanding, brooding asshole.

  “Round or two?” I questioned, knowing good and well, after one, he would put my ass to sleep. With the hands of an expert, he transferred one bag into the other and spanked my ass hard.

  “Want more of that?” he growled, seeming to want me to say yes or simply be disobedient—like a dare.

  “Hmmm,” I purred and turned around so he could have full access to my ass. “I want more of a lot of things.”

  “Fuck,” he hissed, causing me to laugh before I felt him pushing me back to the bedroom. He kicked the door closed, put the bags down, and began to take off my clothes again. It wasn’t long before I was lying on the bed while he was standing and feeding me his big, long dick in my mouth. It kept causing me to gag, and I swear his eyes rolled up into the back of his head every time. Therefore, I tugged on his balls and let him fuck my face. Then he was between my legs, sucking on my swollen clit like it held the fountain of youth. I came twice on his face, which prompted Bret to slide the condom on and fuck me just like he did last night—literally into the bed, where I had to hold on for dear life as he ravished my wet pussy.