“I’m dying for this,” she mumbled, adding the condiments and taking a sip. “Okay, I’m ready. What about Dan?”
“He’s been picked up from the police station. I can have him sent back to Los Angeles and put straight into a jail cell, or I can make sure Conchello finds him with the money from your bag.”
“Oh, my gosh,” she stammered, almost choking on her coffee. “You have that kind of power?”
“The people I work for do. They’ve given me the choice, and I’m offering it to you.”
“I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting anything like this.”
“Would you rather not decide his fate? You don’t have to.”
“I want to, absolutely.”
“So, what’s it to be? Jail or Sonny Conchello?”
“Conchello will put him through a hell I can’t even imagine, and I want him to suffer,” she began solemnly, her voice suddenly hoarse. “I want him to regret what he’s done all the way down to the depths of his soul.”
“Conchello then?”
“I wish I could say yes, but I can’t do that to another human being, not even the man who murdered Manny.”
“For what it’s worth,” Scott said softly, reaching across the table and taking her hand, “I think you’re doing the right thing.”
“Thanks, Scott,” she whispered, swallowing back threatening tears.
“Dan and Jim will be transported back together,” he continued. “I’ll make the call in a minute, and Jim will be picked up in an hour or so.”
“Wow, that fast?”
“There’s no reason for them to stay. When they get back, the justice system will take over. My job is done, at least as far as Jim Parker and Daniel Miller are concerned.”
“Now you have your sights on Conchello?”
“They’ve always been on him, but yeah, him and his band of dirt-bags, but tell me, Elizabeth, would you like a brain break?”
“God, yes.”
Taking her hand and pulling her to her feet, he abruptly swept her up and carried her from the kitchen to a bedroom at the back of the house. His cock already stirring as he kicked the door shut with his foot, he dropped her on the bed and turned on the bedside lamp.
“But it’s still daylight,” she mumbled as he moved across to the windows.
“Not anymore,” he muttered, closing the blackout curtains.
With the low burning light casting its soft amber glow, he languidly peeled off her clothes, then devoured her mouth in a long, endless, leisurely kiss.
“Spread your legs and play with yourself,” he murmured, breaking away and nuzzling her neck. “I have a call to make, then I’ll be right back.”
Chapter 19
As Elizabeth closed her eyes and moved her hand between her legs, she thought back to her raunchy dream starring the wicked Scottish captain, and the distressing conversation with Jim faded. When she heard the door creak and slowly opened her eyes, she caught her breath. Cloaked in the lamp’s dim light, Scott’s muscled silhouette glowed gold as he moved slowly toward her.
“I’m very pleased with you, Miss McKay,” he murmured, lowering his lips to her ear. “You know what happens when you’re bad. Now you’re going to find out what happens when you’re good, though there is a small problem. You haven’t had your daily spanking. But you’ve been such a model citizen, you can decide if you want it now or later.”
“Will it be very hard?” she breathed as the butterflies in her stomach fluttered to life.
“You know better than to ask a question like that,” he softly scolded. “Apparently the time is now.”
Climbing on the bed and sitting with his back propped against the headboard, he stared down at her expectantly.
“Such a great ass,” he muttered as she obediently crawled over his lap, “and already so wet,” he added, sliding his hand between her thighs and shoving his fingers into her pussy.
Sinking into the moment, she let out a long, grateful moan, but yelped as he abruptly landed the first hard slap.
“Ow.”
“I don’t want to hear a peep,” he ordered, delivering a stinging smack on top of the first.
Biting her lower lip and squeezing her eyes shut, she stayed mute as he slapped again, then repeated the three fiery swats on her opposite cheek. As he continued to rain his hard hand from cheek to cheek, it became more difficult to stay quiet, and when he whisked his flattened palm across her sit spots in a flurry of smarting slaps, she gyrated her hips from side to side and threw her hand behind her.
“You did well,” he declared, pausing to rub her scalded, prickling skin.
“Thank you, Sir,” she gasped. “It wasn’t easy.”
“If it was easy I wouldn’t have given you the instruction,” he declared, shifting her onto the bed and rising to his feet.
“Please, may I touch myself?” she begged, as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a condom. “I’m so turned on I can’t stand it.”
“You may, and I’ll enjoy watching you.”
Urgently massaging her sensitive nub as he stripped and sheathed his swollen member, she was soon breathing heavily, but grabbing her wrist, he moved her arm above her head and leaned over her.
“No coming without permission.”
“Yes, Sir, I remember.”
Climbing on the bed, he kneeled between her legs and placed his hard rod at her entrance. “Do you want me?”
“Yes, Sir, so much, please…”
* * *
Thrusting inside Elizabeth’s warm channel, Scott slowly rested his body on hers, then slid his hands beneath her and grasped her hot cheeks. With her loud squeal spurring him on, he gripped her flesh and pumped vigorously, his weight pinning her to the bed and preventing any movement.
Though he longed to feel his naked cock inside her channel, he’d made himself a promise. Only when he found her—that special woman who captured his heart and mind, as well as his body—would he stop using the protective sleeve. The exquisite moment would be a unique gift to them both.
“Please, Sir…?”
He slowed.
Rewarded with
