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Jackson held up a small device for her to see. “You’re too sensitive now for direct stimulation, so the last two are going to be with this. It creates suction rather than vibration, and I’ve been told the feeling is awesome.” He smirked. “I don’t know if you’ll like it so much today.” He held the device on her engorged clitoris, and it surprised her how soon she was excited again. Within minutes, she came hard. She was completely exhausted and didn’t know how she could possibly have another orgasm. But Jackson didn’t stop, didn’t give her an opportunity to catch her breath. He moved the controls on the device to its highest setting.
Then the punishment was over. She must have passed out because the next thing she knew she was snuggled in Jackson’s arms.
When had he taken off the cuffs? And didn’t she have to have another orgasm?
“You’re back with me.” Jackson stated, and she lifted her head from his chest to look him in the eyes. With a tender gesture, he swiped the sweat-drenched hair off her face and smiled.
“Is it over?”
His chest vibrated as he chuckled against hers, reminding her of the nipple clamps. She looked down between them, and he followed her gaze.
“Those have been on long enough. Let me take them off.” He pushed her on her back, and she gasped when he removed the first one and blood rushed back. Jackson bent his head and suckled softly on the stinging flesh. She moaned and braced for the other one to come off when he moved his attention to her other breast. Paula felt ragdoll limp; she could barely move a muscle. Jackson leaned over to the nightstand to grab a condom, and Paula moaned as Jackson pressed his covered cock between her swollen labia. Unrelenting, he pushed forward until their pelvises touched and she could feel his balls against her buttocks. He didn’t move, and she forced her eyes open. He grinned down at her.
Feeling smug, was he?
“Punishment is over, Melda. This one you are going to take for me.” Jackson pulled back and lunged forward again. To her utter bewilderment, her aching muscles started to tighten again as she gave herself over to the sensations of being taken by her Master.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Paula’s four-week ‘vacation’ was almost over by the time Will arrived on Sunday afternoon with the usual six-pack and pizza.
He came over at least once a week, usually on Saturday or Sunday. He claimed he wanted to give Paula a break in her caretaking, although Jackson needed less help with each passing day. Paula usually used the occasions to do mundane things like grocery shopping or more work on her house.
Knowing he was coming, Paula had already left. Jackson was always glad to see Will because he kept Jackson up to date on all the department happenings. It would be a while before he was back to full duty, but he hoped for a part-time return after his next check-up. Thinking about staying home alone every day while Paula was back at work was already making his cabin fever spike.
After giving him the latest on the meth lab investigation—the unit was still only finding abandoned labs and no perps—Will changed the subject abruptly. “How are things going with the ‘engagement’? Have you set a date for the wedding yet?” The questions sounded innocent enough, but Jackson could hear the challenge in his air quotes.
“We’re waiting until I’m at full strength before we decide on a date. It will be small, I think. Paula doesn’t have much family, and my brother is usually out of the country. What’s your beef? Every week you ask the same questions.”
“How did you do it, man? No one in the department was able to score with her, and suddenly you and she are engaged. It makes no sense, especially since she still doesn’t have an engagement ring,” Will said. “When that firecracker of a nurse said you were with your fiancée, I was more shocked than when that meth house blew up.”
“Just because we kept things quiet doesn’t mean we didn’t have a relationship going. Paula doesn’t have a ring because she didn’t want to have to answer questions about it at work. It’s that simple,” Jackson declared, hoping to end this conversation.
“I just don’t buy it. It’s not hard to see her attraction to you. You’re at the top of your game and ripe for the picking. But what about you? She’s been on the force longer than we have. I know she looks young, but she must be fifty if she’s a day.”
“Just goes to show you’re losing your judgment, man. Even if she were fifty, which she isn’t, it wouldn’t change how I feel about her. She’s a beautiful, sensuous woman and exactly what I was looking for. Age is irrelevant.” Jackson stopped for a moment and glanced toward the kitchen. “Did you hear something, Will?”
“No.”
“Would you mind checking the kitchen for me? I think it came from there.”
Will got up and went to the kitchen and was back in moments. “There’s a bunch of bags full of groceries on the counter. Paula must have come back. Do you suppose she heard what we were talking about?”
Jackson let out a string of curse words. “Why did you have to keep beating that dead horse? I’ve got a good mind to deckyou and then kick you while you’re down. She must have run out when she heard you talking about her age. Get out of my house now, Will. I don’t want to see you again until I’m back at work, and I’ll be asking for a new partner when I am.”
Will said, “Let me go find her for you. I’ll apologize and get her to come back. I’ll bet she didn’t hear you defend her.”
“Just go, Will. I’ll deal with this on my own.” Jackson reached for his phone and texted her to call him when she stopped driving. He knew she wouldn’t check it before then, but he was concerned about how her driving would be in her current state. Then, not satisfied with just a text, he called and left the same message, once the ringing rolled over into voicemail. At least she hadn’t turned it off.
Paula returned to the condo a few hours later, having gotten nothing done at her house. She went into the kitchen to see that Jackson had put away the groceries. Where was he? She didn’t know what to do or how to act around him. Did he agree with Will? Was she too old for him?
She turned around at a sound from the living room and saw Kate coming her way. Paula had forgotten she would be there to give Jackson a massage.
“I finally got Jackson relaxed after this afternoon’s uproar. He’s asleep in bed now. I stuck around so we could talk a bit. Let’s sit down at the table, and you tell me how you’re doing.” Kate studied her with that familiar disconcerting dominant gaze.
Paula took the indicated seat and crossed her arms, resolved not to let herself be intimidated. “You know we’re not at the club, right?”
Kate chuckled. “Sorry, doll. You can take the Domme out of the club, but you can’t take her out of the woman. It’s who I am,” Kate said with mirth then sobered. “Now stop evading the question.”
