Kidnapped Cop (closed)

[SecretDesires]

The wind in her face and hair and the feel of him against her as she pressed close on the bike was a feeling she had never in her wildest imagination thought possible. It was exhilerating, it was breathtaking, it was making her horny as hell.

Well, if she was going to suffer than she was sure as hell going to make sure he was right along there with her. Besides, it gave her a good excuse to touch him, slide her hands along him and snuggle closer to him.

When they came to town she sat back and let everyone see her. She had this insane need to let people see who Danny's girl was and it heightened her need for him somehow.

Dinner was wonderful though she couldn't for the life of her remember what she had eaten or who was around them. She had always dreamed that there was actually romance in the world. Not just sex but pure, 'I Love You' romance. And now she was living that dream. She couldn't believe that this was real but if it was all a dream she was going to kill the first person who woke her up from it.

Going into the shop on Danny's instructions, she scanned through all the lingerie until she found what she wanted. It was black just like the clothes he had bought her and what material there was was filmy and she just had to try it on to see if it would be perfect for her because everything so far was perfect.

It was. The teddy bear nightgown was made to just barely cover what it should, giving hints at what was underneath it. It conformed to her figure perfectly and it had plenty of strings and ties for him to slowly undo, if either of them were able to wait that long. Stockings and a garter belt completed the outfit.

Disrobing and telling the clerk she would take it, she dressed and added a pair of sunglasses to her purchase, almost running out of the store to meet him again.

When they finally reached the cabin she hopped off the bike and, giving Danny a quick kiss on the cheek ran laughing into the cabin, then into the bathroom and shut and locked the door.

It took her longer to put the nightgown on because of her trembling fingers but soon she was ready and she opened the door moving across the room slowly so that he could get a good look at her.

Coming up close to her, she looked up into his eyes and simply said,"Well?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

When we got back to the cabin I regretted having her buy the negligee. I wanted her right then, and the idea that she had to wear something to make her look sexier for me was just ridiculous. I was throbbing hard, but it was something beyond sex too.

When I say 'I wanted her', I don't really mean that i wanted to have sex with her. I mean, I do but what I really mean is that I just wanted her. Wanted to hold her, to be with her, to shut out everything else. I don't know; I guess sex is the closest you can get to a person. But if there were something closer, that's what I'd want too.

It was as if all these years when I hadn't been thinking of her, my feelings for her had just been growing and growing. And now that the lid was off or the cat was out or whatever, I was just delerious for her.

It was a gorgeous night, soft and balmy. While Maria was changing I turned off all the lights in the place and lit some candles. She'd already made up the bed but not I turned the covers back. There was wine and liquor but I didn't want anything. Not now. I was already high.

I was waiting for her when she came out of the bathroom. I heard her turn off the bathroom light and then she came into the room, perfectly naturally, though later she would tell me how terribly nervous she was.

"Oh my God." was all I could say. She wasn't making it easy for me to control myself. Not at all.

The negligee she had bought was mostly ties and straps, black, made to reveal more than conceal. It was like she was gift-wrapped. She had black stockings on her legsm which just made them look longer and wonderfully wicked. Her hair was down and soft around her face, which was still radiant, and the look on her face had nothing to do with her makeup.

She came softly to the bed and put one knee on it and sat down. "Do you like it?" she asked. But really, what could I say?

"I'm afraid to touch you." I said. "You're too perfect."

She made a face. "That wasn't the idea at all."

I sat up and gently turned her shoulders so that she faced away from me. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pressed my face to her neck, inhaling her fragrance, then grpped her shoulders as I ran my lips up and down her neck. I was just beside myself.

I turned her towards me and kissed her open lips, then pressed her back down onto the bed. Our shadows disappeared from the wall as if they too sought privacy. Then I just kissed her and ran my hands over her, loving every inch of her body as she guided me and showed me what she liked best, opening to my touch like a flower, as if we shared her body between us. Her pleasure was my pleasure. When she stiffened, I stiffened too. When she cried out, I cried out with her. I didn't need her to touch me. Touching her was pleasure enough.

At some point, after what seemed like hours of this, I was playing with her pussy. She was soaking wet, both of us were aroused beyond our endurance but neither of us wanted to stop. My cock was against her stomach and she had her hand on it as I kissed her and played with her. In the softest whisper she said "Danny, Danny I'm going to come. I'm going to come so nice. Just don't stop, darling. Don't stop touching me."

"Never." I said. "Never."

She began to gasp. Her eyes closed slowly and she licked her lips. One of her hands covered mine where I played with her, the other pressed my cock against her body. Just pressed me against her skin as her hips began to lift to her climax. And just the sight of her, the feel of her body reaching for me, the sound of her breathing and the pressure of her hand as she surrendered to her pleasure brought me suddenly to an orgasm of my own.

"Oh Maria!" was all I had time to say and then I was spurting my come all over her body, groaning in exquisite release from the feel of her hand on me, gushing my seed onto her stomach as I searched blindly for her lips.

She found me just as she came, opened her lips and shouted her rapture into my mouth as she shuddered in my arms, pushing my hand into her so I could feel her spasms of release as she came again and again.

No sooner had we calmed down a bit than I rolled between her legs. I was shocked that I was still hard for her, and I slid into her like she was made for me. She cradled my face in her hands and kissed me and kissed me as I just lay on top of her, buried in her, my erection growing again in her warm embrace.

She smiled at me. "A girl could learn to like this." she said with a little grind of her hips.

I smiled down at her too. "I hope so, because I intend to stay here all night."

She wrapped her arms and legs around me and squeezed me tight. I knew she wouldn't mind.

 

[SecretDesires]

Maria couldn't believe that love could be so sweet and tender and yet such exquisite torture. She lay under him, his cum sticky against her skin, his hardness filling her and she couldn't think of any other place she would like to be.

The foreplay and orgasm of earlier had made her sensitive to every movement of his body and her legs wrapped around him tight guided his hips into her in a slow rythm. It was heaven having him so close and to feel him so deeply within her. But she wanted more. She couldn't believe he had given her so much but she wanted more. She wanted to give herself completely, to show her complete trust in him.

Reaching up without breaking contact with him, her hands came upon the fleece lined cuffs that were still hanging from the bed. With a smile and a wicked gleam in her eye she pulled them over and placed them near his hands, a pleading look about her.

"Please," She whispered to him, arching her hips to move him within her,"I want you to take me now. I want to feel you hard and deep inside me, Danny. I want to lay here helpless beneath you as you take your pleasure from me."

Kissing him she said,"I want to give myself completely to you, darling. I want this so much." As she gave her declaration of love and trust she could feel her juices flowing around his cock at the thought of what she was doing and she moaned, arching her back and pressing her breasts into his chest. "Please," She wimpered to him showing her overridding need for him to do what she asked.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"I want to give myself completely to you, darling. I want this so much."

How could she know me so well so quickly? Or was she teasing me about what happened before? No, she was serious. Was it possible that the two of us were so perfect for each other that we complemented each other, fit together like two pieces of a puzzle?

I guess I should say something here about myself, if it isn’t already obvious from what’s happened so far. I have a thing for bondage. I don’t want to get too much into this, I just get very turned on by the sight of a woman tied up. Maybe I'm insecure, maybe I'm perverted, maybe I'm just crazy, maybe that’s all true, I don’t know. But when Maria handed me the cuffs and told me to take her, it was like she read my mind, or my desires. I didn’t know if she’d just guessed my feelings or if she really wanted this herself

I pulled out of her, reluctantly, but with excitement stabbing my heart like a knife. “Is that really what you want, Maria?” I asked her.

She looked at me with concern, as if maybe she had gone too far. “Yes.” she said, “It’s something I’ve always dreamed about. To be taken like that. To be possessed. Is it wrong?”

“No.” I said, "It’s perfect. It’s what I’ve always dreamed about too, but from the other side. I want to take you. I want to possess you. I want you to be mine body and soul, everything you have.”

She gave me a wicked little smile and extended her wrists. She let me put the cuffs back on her, the cuffs that had figured so prominently in our relationship, but when I went to tie her hands to the bed, she suddenly started struggling.

“Maria!” I said, “calm down! What are you doing?”

“Come on!” she said. “Take me! If you want me, work for me!”

So I did. I grabbed her arm and held it tight, fighting off her other arm, and my strength seemed to excite her. For being so delicate and thin, she was strong, and her Latina fire suddenly came out. She fought with passion, but in the end her struggle was just symbolic, just a way to raise our temperatures.

Once I had her secure I lay down next to her and stroked her body. I put my leg between her thighs and she squeezed it tight. I pressed my knee up against her crotch, and she began to fuck her hips against me. She looked very hot and very sexy, panting from our struggle.

“You like being bound like this?” I asked her, running my hand over her breasts. “It excites you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes it excites me, Danny. I want you to tie me up. And I want you to fuck me. I want you to take me!”

I kissed her full on the mouth and was amazed at how passionate she’d become. She bit my lip then licked the pain away. She pressed her tits against my hand and drew my leg in tighter against her with her feet.

I got up on my knees and just looked at her. It was obvious that being tied like this excited her. Her hips were doing a slow, sensuous grind into the mattress, and she would test the chains that held her, flexing her wrists or trying to pull her arms in. When she did that, it made her pectorals flex and brought her breasts into high relief.

I don’t know if I can describe the excitement of having a woman as desirable as Maria Delgado chained to a bed and willing to do anything you want to her; begging you to do anything you want to her, hungry to be taken and used. It was dark outside and very quiet, and inside we only had the orange light of the candles. Maria was still wearing her black stockings and black cuffs. Her hair was in disarray, her shaved pussy was still gleaming with wetness from her previous orgasm.

I fell on top of her, pressing my face to her belly and covering it with kisses as I hugged her hips against me. The smell of her arousal was thick in my nose and she was grinding her hips against me. I grasped her ankles and lashed them together with a piece of rope, then pushed them back towards her head.

She cried out as I forced her into this doubled up position, but now I was looking down on her pussy seen through the backs of her legs where it puffed out deliciously from between her thighs, compressed by her position. I held her ankles with one hand and ran my fingers gently over her exposed labia, feeling their expectant softness. She was like a flower, her labia like the petals of a real flesh-and-blood female flower, complete down to her intoxicating perfume and the sweet nectar that glistened within.

“Danny!” she exclaimed in alarm.

I don’t know what she thought I was going to do when she offered herself to me, but apparently this wasn’t it, and I think she was a little miffed at being so exposed like this, in such an unfamiliar way.

I lowered my face to her and licked the backs of her thighs, making her squeal. I loved the way her pussy squeezed out between her thighs so I grabbed another piece of rope and lashed it around her knees, forcing her legs together. I touched her, exploring her anatomy from this strange perspective, learning where everything was, sliding my finger along her wetness and then into her.

I couldn’t see her face with her legs right in front of it so I listened to her moans and watched her hands to gage her reaction to what I was doing. When I licked her pussy her fingers spread wide and she breathed in short, trembling gasps. When I stuck my tongue into and sucked out her juice she gripped the sheets as if she would pull them from the bed and sobbed. When I planted a playful spank on her perfect ass she balled her small hands into fists and yelled at me.

I got up my knees and pressed the length of my hard cock along her distended lips. It made a thick, viscous sound as I slid it back and forth along her soft slit, and she emitted a long, shuddering groan as I teased her like this.

I rose up a little higher so the back of her legs were against my chest, and as I slid my cock back and forth I used my thumb to press down on the head. As if he knew just where to go he suddenly bent down and slid inside of her.

“Oh God! Baby!” she moaned. “Oh! You’re so big!”

I wasn’t any bigger, but with her legs together like this she was smaller, tight and compressed, and my cock was dipping almost straight down into her, touching parts of her I hadn’t touched before.

Her ankles were beside my head and I could see her now, see the hot lust and pleasure on her face.

“Is it good?” I asked her

“Oh yes it’s good! It’s very good! Oh Danny!” she groaned.

Her eyes rolled up into her head and she opened her mouth, pulled tight against the chains, and I had hardly moved inside her.

“Oh baby! I’m gonna come! Danny! I’m gonna come!”

“Oh no!” I said. “Oh no you’re not! Not until I say so.”

She bit her lip and fought it off, doing as I said, and when the crisis had passed I began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, dipping the full length of my cock into her with each one. She was so tight this way, and the angle so strange, that with each stroke I was on the edge of electric climax; with each stroke I thought I’d start coming inside her.

“I can’t stand it, baby!” she moaned. “I’ve got to come! Please!”

“Not yet, Maria. Not yet.”

She whimpered in frustration, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to fight it off, trying to obey me. And the sight of her struggling with her emotions for my sake, delaying her gratification for me, set me off. I felt the heat and pressure build inside of me.

I whipped the lashings off her knees and ankles, dropped her legs to the bed and fell forward on top of her, started fucking her deep, pushing in all the way, wanting every bit of her. She wailed as she knew what was coming, turned to me and whispered “Now? Now, baby?”

“Yeah. Now! Now!”

“Oh Goddddd!” she moaned and I felt her body seized with the wracking spasms of orgasm as her pussy clenched down on me and she screamed, shameless, not caring who heard her as once again I emptied my aching balls into her, filling her with my semen.

When it was over and we were lying together, I asked her about it. “How long have you felt like that? How long have you thought about being taken like that? Of giving yourself to me?”

 

[SecretDesires]

Maria had never felt anything like it before. It was an incredible feeling of freedom to be bound and not have a choice in anything that happened. It seemed funny to say it but she had never felt so free as she did that moment he shackled her. No longer did she had to think about every little detail, she wasn't afraid of what someone might say about any decision she made because she was no longer making the decisions and she didn't have to feel like she would make the wrong move during that intimate moment because he was holding all the strings. She was finally free to be herself and just experience the moment.

Not to say it wasn't difficult at times. She had to fight not to orgasm until he said she could but she wanted so much to show him that she could do it, to please him by bending to his demands that it helped her fend off the shaking, electrifying wave of passion and demaned release her body was going through. And when she did come she felt she would drown in the heightened pleasure that the delayed gratification had brought her.

Then there was the moment when he took her as his own, filling her with his warm seed and claiming her body and soul as his. Never had she felt closer to anyone than at that exact moment when they climaxed together. She felt as if the world had closed around them and no one else existed but them.

In the aftermath, after Danny had released her hands and they were snuggling so close that they breathed in tandem, she felt a warm, wonderful glow about her even through the soft haze of exahustion that seemed to settle over them both.

Listening to him speak, she had to force herself out of the moment to think about when she started fantasizing about him and she spoke in a low tone, her voice muffled against his chest.

"I guess I started thinking about you a long time ago. One day I saw you and whatever girl you were with at the time, Suzy, I think. Blonde cheerleader, great boobs, tight ass and too much make up." She laughed and kissed his chest. "I didn't like her much. Maybe some of it was the fact that she was with you and I wanted to be. I don't know."

"Anyway," She continued,"You were walking down the hallway and some guy bumped Suzy's books from her arms so they fell to the floor and then he just walked on not even apologizing. You reached over and grabbed his arm and told him that no one treated your girl like that and he had better come back, pick up the books and apologize right now or he would regret it."

"When I heard you call her 'your girl' I got a kind of cold chill down my spine. I wondered what it would be like to have you call me that. I kind of got mad at myself for thinking that way, telling myself it was degrading to be referred to that in that way but I could see the smile on Suzy's face and knew she liked it to. That she liked the fact that you stood up for her and wouldn't let bad things happen to her."

Maria paused a moment and swallowed, finding it a bit difficult to go on but his closeness and the way he squeezed her tight as if he understood what she was going through gave her the boost of courage she needed.

"I used to think that if I was with you you wouldn't let anything bad happen to me again. I sometimes fantisized that you found out what was happening to me at home and came to rescue me telling my father that he couldn't ever touch me again because I was your girl now and you wouldn't let him near me."

Blushing at the revelation, she buried her head in his chest and could not continue for a long moment. When she did, her voice was a bit broken as if she was trying to keep more tears at bay but she went on.

"I used to think about how it would be to be on your bike with you, behind you, holding on to you like we did today. How I would feel so free with the wind in my hair, knowing people were looking at me and not thinking 'Oh, there goes the bitch. Wonder whose head is going to roll now' but thinking instead 'There's Danny with his girl Maria. Lucky bastard, gets all the good ones.' Laughing and blushing at the same time, Maria refused to look at him finding herself feeling silly about revealing the childish dream.

"But that phrase 'my girl' or 'my woman' sometimes would go through my head and I wondered what it would be like to be really yours and my fantasies progressed from riding with you on your bike to making love to you. Somehow I knew you would make love to a woman and it wouldn't be just sex. But in those dreams we would be out somewhere and start to get intimate and I would protest but you wouldn't listen, just tell me that I was your woman and you wanted me now and weren't taking no for an answer. I would keep protesting but you would overpower me and I loved it. I...I used to lay in bed masturbating to those dreams, loving the feeling of not having to decide if it was right or wrong but just let myself go and enjoy the moment."

Her face was red hot now and she seemed to squirm further down under the covers as she waited for him to laugh at her or make fun of her dreams. She had never, ever told anyone this before.

"I...I guess I just wanted to stop having to be responsible for wanting things like that. To stop being afraid that if I gave in on my own that my father would tell me again how disappointed he was in me. You see, if you were the one making the decision than I couldn't be blamed and I could enjoy what I really wanted. Someone to love me and make love to me."

Falling silent, Maria bit her lip and closed her eyes feeling open and exposed and very vunerable waiting for his reply.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Her words were so perfect and so full of emotion that I felt a lump in my throat, and at that moment my heart was so filled with love for her that I really thought it might burst.

"Oh Maria," I said, "Oh baby. You don't have to dream about that anymore. Because you are my woman. You're mine. You're my girl and I don't want anyone else, and no one's ever going to take you from me, 'cause I won't let them."

I held her tight and felt my eyes start to burn as I thought of what she'd just said and what she was offering me; the way she'd been treated and hurt, and I felt my anger stir at how she'd been left on her own and abandoned. None of that was ever going to happen again.

I rolled over so I could see her face. Here eyes were red with tears, but they were tears of hope as she looked to me for understanding and acceptance.

"I guess I've always had fantasies of my own too." I said. "Not that much different from yours. Just from the other end." I gave a little laugh. Confessions weren't especially my thing, and I'm not the sort of guy to sit down and sift through all my feelings trying to figure out what's what. But i tried to put them into words for her.

"I've always wanted someone who would just be mine, all the time. Someone who'd just surrender herself to me, who'd trust me and love me enough to do that.
"When we made love just now, that was so sweet to be able to take you like that, without worrying about d'does she want to do this' or 'does she want to do that'. Youjust give yourself to me, Maria, and I'll make you so happy. It's total and unconditional love. It's surrender."

I could tell from the way she was looking at me that she understood everything I was saying, hanging on my every word, and every word going straight to her heart.

"I don't want you to be some weak little pussy crawling around on the floor for me." I said. "Because I know you're not like that. You're strong and you're tough. But for me, I want you to be my woman, safe in my love and safe in my arms. That's what I want."

Now they were tears of happiness, and I held her so tight I thought we'd fuse together. I loved her so fucking much. She was going to be mine.

I'll spare you all the tears and love talk that followed, all the promises we made and the things we said to each other. We were both eager to get back to the real world, this time as a unit, Danny and Maria, inseparable, so we cleaned up the cabin and locked up, and I resisted the strong urge to take her to bed one more time. I knew we'd be back. This place had special memories for us, to say the least.

We got on the bike and I rode back to town because I wanted to buy her something. We searched though a bunch of jewelry places until I found what I liked. a thin gold bracelet for her wrist, and a matching anklet. The clerk looked at me kind of funny when I bent down and attached it around her ankle, but screw her. Outside I hugged Maria and said, "This means you belonmg to me now, hand and foot. Do you understand?" She nodded.

The closer we got to the city the higher and prouder Maria sat on the back of the bike, and I felt like the King of the fucking world. I knew how damned good she looked back there, her legs around me, the wind blowing her teexhirt tight against her and making her hair stream back, and all those jerks who watched us as we passed them could just eat their hearts out.

We turned quite a few heads when we came rumbling into the neighborhood, and she took it like a queen. The usual boys were hanging on the corner by my building, and there were some double-takes when she swing that long leg off the bike and stood there combing the snarls out of her hair with her fingers. That idiot Busted even had the nerve to say, "Hey, that's fucking Maria Delgado!"

"You got a problem with that, Busted?" I asked him.

"Uh...no. No, man." he said.

"Any of you fucks got a problem with that?"

I guess none of them did, so I put my arm around her and we walked up to my place, me and my girl.

 

[SecretDesires]

There were mixed emotions going on in Maria's chest. On the one hand she felt wonderful being with Danny and knowing she was his woman and then she was a little afraid. She could just hear her father now ranting on about what a slut she was and how she had dissapointed him and how stupid she was to give up a promising career to live, what to him, would be an unrealistic life.

Still she could feel the golden ropes around her wrist and ankle and she drew strength from them. She needed it as Danny drove into his neighborhood. They had not really discussed where they were going to live. It had not occured to her to wonder. She just knew she was with him and he was going to take care of her.

As they approached his apartment she saw men she was very familiar with standing around in front of it. She should be familiar with them. She had arrested each and every one of them at one time or another either on trumped up charges or real ones. She knew they hated her, each and every one of them.

Lifting her chin, she got off the bike and stood beside Danny, her chin lifting and her hands running through her hair to untangle the tangles from the wind. She smiled as Danny stood up to them. It was just like she had imagined it would be when she was in high school, even though her chest was still tight in apprehension.

Leaning against him as he hugged her to him, she walked up the stairs to his apartment trembling just a bit. They got to the door and he opened it, ushering her in just like she belonged there. And of course she did, she belonged with him and he belonged here.

Her nose wrinkled as she went in the apartment and she laughed. It was a typical bachelor apartment with clothes, dirty dishes and other items strewn all around. Shaking her head she began to pick up the things around, somehow feeling as if this was very natural. As she picked up a T shirt, she uncovered the phone and it occured to her that her message center might have messages from over the weekend. Then she realized that the weekend was almost over and she would be expected back at work tomorrow. Well, first things first.

Smiling at Danny, she picked up the phone and mouthed the words "messages" to him before dialing the number. Sure enough her message box was full. One of the first was the female reporter she had told to meet her at Danny's for the big bust. She wondered what had happened as she and the crew had shown up and no Danny and no Maria. She made a mental note to call the woman and let her know there would be no more "Maria Features" as her bust spotlights had come to be known. She would do that on Tuesday since tomorrow she was going to be going in and turning in her badge.

The other messages were from her father. Her knuckles clenched around the telephone as she listened to him ranting at her about missing an opportunity with the news crew, how he didn't know what had gotten into her but she was sure as hell not going to amount to anything this way and didn't she know that the media could break her as well as make her if she kept this up. More messages from him, he must have called the whole weekend, blasting her out about not immediately contacting him after his first message and repeating what a failure she was turning into. He had not seen anything yet. Just wait til she turned in the hidden evidence she had on those she had put in jail. She would do it anonymously of course but he would know who sent it. He always knew.

Finally she could not take it anymore and she slammed the phone down after clearing her message box without even listening to the rest of them. Her shoulders high, her face set, she began to clean the apartment again with a desperation driven by the fury inside her.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

O knew the next few weeks would be tough, very tough, but there was just no way around it. Binding myself to Maria was going to make a lot of waves and cause a lot of changes in my life, but I knw that would be small stuff compared to what she was going to have to go through. She was the one whose life was going to do a one-eighty and she was the one who was going to feel all the pressure not to change at all. There were a lot of powerful people who had a vested interest in the old Maria Delgado--her old man, those hound reporters she'd been throwing flesh to, some cops--and no one was going to buy it when she came out and said that she'd met the man of her dreams in Danny Anger and was trowing it all away.

On top of that I had to think of all the people she'd put away who might be thinking of revenge, or who at least had less than her well being at heart. We couldn't just cut and run, as tempting as that might be, It might be necessary if things really went bad, but not yet. She had her school, and I had my work. After she graduated, yeah, it was a possibility.

Ot was kind of strange seeing her in my place, standing right be the sofa where I'd originally tied her up and stuffed her into that sail bag, it seemed like years ago. She immediately starting picking up the place, though it didn't look especially bad to me, not for having been the scene of our struggle. Well, yeah, I guess seeing her in the middle of the floor did make it look kind of messy.

She was getting her messages off the phone so I signalled to her I was goinmg aout and would be right back. I fighured I'd might as well start the public relations campaign right then and there.

The boys were still on the corner, and I was pretty sure I knew what they were talking about as I walked up to them. They got awfully quite. Train and Andre had joined them and were looking especially out.

"What's to it, Danny?" Train asked me. "You with the Queen Bitch now?"

"Yeah." I said. "There's been some changes. She's off the force."

There was some laughter but I kept my cool and just played it pretty straight. Said I'd met her outside of town and we'd talked and she'd been having regrets for what she'd been doing and had decided to chuck it in. Some of them believed me, some of them didn't know what to think. Hell with them. That was good enough for now. When word got out that she'd turned in her badge they'd reconsider.

"She's done a lot of bad shit, you know." Andre said in that nasty whisper of his.

"You don't have to tell me." I said. "She sent me up too, you know. It wasn't her. They were using her. She's gonna make that right now. That's part of it. You give her a little time and don't see if she doesn't make that stuff right."

That seemed fair enough. They weren't ready to start bringing her flowers yet, but it was a start.

I went back to the place and Maria was standing by the sink with her arms around herself staring at the floor, looking gray. It had to have been her father, I knew. No one else could make her feel that bad.

I took her in my arms and she came without a word. "Your old man, right?" I asked her.

I felt her nod her head against my chest. She started to cry. "Danny, this isn't going to work..."

"Don't you say that! Don't you ever say that again, Maria!" I yelled at her. "The next time he calls, I want to talk to him. Better yet, I'll call him right now! What's his number?"

"No, Danny! No! Not now! I couldn't take it now. Pease!" she said.

"Then tomorrow. I'm going to go out and talk to him tomorrow." I said. "I'm not going to have him fucking with you like this. You belong to me now, Maria. You're not his any more. I'm your old man now. He's in the past. He's got nothing to say to you anymore; he's got nothing you need, nothing you want. He'll either treat you civil and with respect or he can just fuck himself."

She was in my arms again and I could feel her shaking. Yeah, this was going to be tough on her. But when I felt her arms around me, I remembered why we were doing this.

"Come here, baby." I said as I led her into the bedroom.

The drawers in my dresser were still pulled out from when she'd rifled through them in her last action as a cop. I closed them. "Lie down on the bed. On our bed." I told her.

She climbed onto the bed looking very small. I got down next to her and took her in my arms, burying her in my chest.

"It would have been nice to stay up at the lake, huh? It was like a honeymoon, wasn't it?"

She nodded her head.

I laughed. "Some honeymoon!" and she laughed too, a little. "And we'll be going back, soon I think. Maybe even tomorrow night, after you hand in your resignation. I don't want all those asshole reporters all over you. You go in, you do it, and we split. That's what I'm thinking. Maybe we'll let your father stew in the news for a while before I talk to him too. So he won't try and talk you out of it."

I turned and kissed her. She was nestled against my chest, but her eyes were open and she was listening to everything I said.

"We had to come back. We've got to do this, and the sooner the better." she nodded again. "It won't be easy, but then it will be over, and we'll be done, and it'll just be you and me."

I pulled back and looked at her. "You are one tough little girl, Maria, you know that? And I'm so fucking proud of you. You make me so incredibly happy. I'd go through all of this a hundred times over just to be able to hold you like this. So don't worry about all this crap, baby. I won't let them touch you."

 

[SecretDesires]

Maria kissed him and beamed at his words. And then she spoke something that had been on her mind.

"I know this will seem a bit forward of me, darling, but I want to make a deal with you. I will do what you want and go to school but I want to work part time and have you work part time too. I want you to go to college with me and follow your dream. It will be tough for awhile but there are grants and things that will help us get by. I will have still have some money too after I sell my place and give the money back to the people I took it from. But I want you to become an architect, Danny, and I want us to both live our dreams together."

"Tomorrow I have to go to my place and clean it out before I put my badge in. I have to get all the files I hid and have you send them anonymously to lawyers who represent those that were falsely accused and convicted. Then I can go in and quit and they can't confiscate any files from me because I won't have them anymore. I can take some personal items that I need and that mean alot to me and then we can give the rest to people you know who need it. I am going to have to lean on you pretty heavily though all this and..."

Maria snuggled against him and felt better laying there in his arms. Her father's words still echoed in her mind but in Danny's arms and hearing his praise he seemed to be no more than a nagging thought. Insignificant, except that he was very powerful.

She smiled at him, though the smile did not reach her eyes. "Danny, about my father. I don't know if you should go messing with him. He is very powerful and he could find a way to hurt you...hurt us and get you put back in prison." She nestled her head in his chest simply loving the way his heartbeat sounded and felt. "I love you and I don't want to see him get to you. Especially since anything he could hurt you with are things that I caused to happen. I would be partly responsible for his being able to get to you like that."

She held him tight almost as if she were afraid her father would come and take him right then and there and she would never see him or be with him again.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

We lay there for a while and then I said, "We've got time to deal with all that stuff, Maria. And you know what? It all seems so umimportant right now. Your father? Okay. Let's give him some time to adjust to what you've done, then we'll see what happens. Me going to school? You get your law degree first and then start pulling down those big bucks and I'll think about it. But right now I want you to remind me why we're doing all this.

"Take off your clothes."

She peeked up at me through her fall of hair to see if I was kidding. "Danny!" she said, pretending to be shocked.

"Come on, Maria. I'm serious. This is the very bed where I spent so much time thinking of you. You owe it. I want you naked in my bed."

She sat up and looked around as if someone might be watching. There was no one, of course. Then she got on her knees and started unbuttoning her jeans.

"Unh-uh." I said. "Stand up where I can see you. I want to watch."

She slid off the bed with an embarrassed smile and finished unfastening her pants. "You're serious?" she asked.

"I'm serious."

She slid her jeans down over her hips and stepped out of them, picked them up and put them in a chair. She pulled off her tee shirt and stood there, partially falling out of her underwear, she was just so built. The sweetest part was that she was blushing.

"All of it, baby." I said.

She reached behind her and unhooked her straining bra, then skinned her panties down her legs and turned to face me.

She had that same Maria look on her face. She was excited and embarrassed, but still too proud to let me see, so she had that haughty, challenging look I had seen so often when we'd first come to the cabin. But now she couldn't maintain it, and it dissolved into a big dlustered smile which she tried to hide behind her hands.

"Now get into bed." I said. "On your stomach. Hold onto the headboard and don't let go."

She did as I said and I got up and shucked off me clothes. I was already hard.

I stretched myself out on top of her, laying my stiff cock right in the crack of her ass, like a hotdog in a bun. I moved her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck, nuzzling against her and inhalingher scent, and she wiggled her ass a little as I tickled her.

She was all tight in her shoulders, so I got up on my kneesa dn began to massage her back, loving the way she felt in my hands, pulling the tension from her shoulders and neck, going slow.

"Oh baby that feels good." she said.

I massaged her until she was nice and relaxed, then went back to my kissing, ny cocks settling the the crack of her ass, working my lips sown her back, letting my hands brush the sides of her breasts where they bulged out beneath her. She hummed with pleasure and began to flex her buttocks around my cock.

"This isn't fair." she said dreamily.

"Who ever said life is fair?" I asked her, working my way down.

Finally I got to her ass itself. I'd been thinking about her ass, about her proud little behind that was so damned squeezable and kissable, and now I had it all to myself. I kissed it, I bit it. I played with her buttocks like I'd played with her tits. I licked her crack, teasing her, and then I spread her apart and found her little rosebud and teased it with my tongue as she moaned and thrust her bottom up at me,

"Don't you dare let go of that bed!" I warned her.

"No, no" she whispered.

I went back to teasing her as my fingers found her pussy and began to explore. Soon she was humping back at me, cooing and sighing into the pillow.

I gave her ass a little swat. "Do you want me?" I asked.

"Yes, baby, please!" she gasped.

I swatted her again. "Tell me what you want."

"Oh Danny! Fuck me, baby. Please fuck me!"

"Good girl." I said as I crawled back over her. She spread her legs, lidting her ass to me. I fit the head of my cock to her pussy and slid into her, moaning with pleasure.

And here we were, in my old lonely bed, me and the girl of my dreams, as close as we could be, and she begging me to do whatever I wanted with her.

Heaven on eartyh.

 

[SecretDesires]

Maria moaned and moved her hips against Danny as he entered her and filled her pussy with his cock. It felt so nice, so right. But she soon became frustrated as he just held himself inside of her and she tried to move back against him, thrusting him into herself as her pussy responded to him and coated him in her juices. She was so hot for h im right now. Her body was on fire, a heat that started where they were joined and spread through her.

She gasped as she found she could not ride his cock with her hands on the headboard and let go to support herself so she could fuck back at him. She gasped as she felt a stinging slap to her ass. A bit stunned she lay there and then felt the second one, jumping as his hand came in contact with her flesh.

For a moment she didn't know why he was doing this and then, as his hand connected again she realized she had let go the headboard even after he had told her not to. Grasping onto the headboard again, she was rewarded with his hand again on her, not in a spanking but rubbing along her now reddened skin in soothing strokes, his rubbing increaher fising the heat on her ass as it blended into her building need for him. She must be insiane, she found she loved his hand on her in that way as well as in a loving gesture and she wondered if she was abnormal.

As he continued to caress her ass she found she didn't care. She had only one need, to have him take her, complete her and fill her with his cum. She hungered for it. It was like a craving that could not be sated for very long.

"Danny, baby," She groaned as her fingers clutched at the headboard, her knuckles white,"Please, baby, please. God, I need you to fuck me long and hard, sweetie, I need you to take me so hard. Please..." Her voice cracked on the last word as she lifted her ass up to him trying in vain to take him in and begin what she wanted so badly.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She was everything I needed to know. She was everything I needed in the whole damned world, and I remembered that now as she strained back against me and begged me to take her. She made me delerious, she made me wild, she made me feel like such a man. Fucking her was like nothing I'd ever experienced. It was like fucking myself, it was like going home, it was like doing the only thing in the world that really mattered. It was what I was made for.

She had her ass cocked back at me to take me deeper, and all I wanted to do was reach inside her to whatever secret places she still might have. I wanted them all. I wanted all of her, every fucking thing she had. I reached iunder her and wrapped my hands around her shoulders from the front, pulling her back onto me, squashing her ass flat as I shoved into her with everything I had.

Oh God, Maria! God I love you! I love you so much I can't stand it! I just can't stand it, baby!" I moaned into the back of her neck as I felt her writhe beneath me. I knew she wanated me to move, to take her, but this was such heaven just to be on top of her like this, to be touching her all over.

But she was getting to me with the things she did. Even without her hands she was able to grind that gorgeous ass against me, rub me around inside of her, make me gasp and moan. I couldn't wait any longer. My baby wanted me, and I wasn't going to disappoint her.

"On your knees, baby." I said hoarsely, pulling out of her sh that she could readjust herself. "Get closer to the hedboard, on your elbows. Don't let go yet. I'll tell you when to let go."

She got her ass in the air and lie there panting as I fit my cock to her and slid back in, making her bite her lip and whine. She looked so lewd like this, her ass in the air, her chest on the bed, her hair in her face. I could have come just from watching her, she got me so damned hot!

I was on my knees too now, and I grabbed her cheeks and began to fuck her with long, slow strokes, hearing her whines get lower on pitch and more savage, more satisfied as she felt my length push into her again and again. Every few strokes I just had to pull her tight and get as deep as I could, just basking in the feel of possessing her like this.

"Faster?" I asked her breathlessly. "You want it faster, love?"

"Oh yes!" she whispered. "Yes, faster, Danny! Please!"

My pleasure. I fucked her harder and faster, her ass slapping against my thighs as I watched my cock piston into her, pushing her pussy flesh in and out. I reached around beneath her and found her clit, forked my fingers around it and squeezed it softly, together with her hood. I didn't want to touch her directly, thinking that would be too intense, but I worked my fingers against the motions of my cock, pushing down when I sank into her, and pulling up when I withdrew.

It still might have been too intense for her, for she took a hand off the headboard and reached beneath her to grab my hand. I let go of her and gave her anoither slap, this one harder because my blood was up. She grabbed the head board again. I don't know why I wanted to hit her. She just felt so good. She made me so crazy. I immediately caressed her ass where I'd hit her. I want to kiss it but I wasn't going to take my cock out of her for anything. If the world ended right then we would have just gone together.

I was going to come. She was doing things with her ass I'd never seen anyone do, grinding and swirling and clenching her ass, squeezing me inside, her back hollowing as she used her muscles to do what she wanted to me. It was impossibly erotic.

"Oh baby I'm going to come!" I gasped. "Use your hands. Whatever you want, Maria. God, you're going to make me come!"

She squealed with excitement and reached beneath me and found my balls. She could just reach them with her fingers and she ran her nails over me as if they were terribly precious to her, as if just the feel of them excited her as much as her touch excited me. She fucked back at me with wild insistence, even when she felt me freeze and go rigid behind her, that only seemed to increase her excitement and she was growling and squeezing me, pasting and sobbing as my cock inflated inside her like a balloon.

"Oh baby! Oh baby!" I moaned. "Here it is, Maria! Here it is!"

"God yes! Yes! Danny! Give it to me! Give it to me!" she growled through clenched teeth as I just let go and felt the gush of pur ecstasy boil out of my balls, my ass, my very soul and blast into her sweet pussy.

I know. Every orgamns I have with Maria is one for the record books. Or it must seem like that. But this one was special. She fucked me with such pure animal violence and need, such passion, that she just pulled the come from my body in seemingly never-ending streams while I just knelt behind her with my head thrown back, howling like an animal in pleasure and disbelief.

I shot into her again and again, and even when I had no more come to shoot my cock wouldn't stop, but kept spitting into her and spasming as I hung there in rapture, just shaking and twitching with powerful aftershocks of pleasure as I had seen her do so many times.

Even when she'd stopped and fallen over on her side, gasping for breath, I was still on my knees there as if paralyzed, overcome with ringing pleasure, as if I'd just witnessed some religiuous miracle, which maybe I had.

"Danny?" she asked. "Danny? Are you okay?"

I let myself fall forward, scaring her as I caught myself on my hands at the last second and kissed her deep. But I spoiled the kiss because I just could not keep from smiling like a goddamn idiot. Seeing I was okay she wrapped her arms around me and managed to cuddle herself under me.

How long could we go on like this with it getting better and better like this? There had to be some human limit, didn't there?

Well who the hell cared? As long as I had her, who the hell cared about anything?

"Sorry about those slaps, baby." I said as we cuddled tightly. "You just have such a spankable ass. Forgive me?"

 

[SecretDesires]

Maria reached up to hold Danny tight, laughing as he apologized. He had no idea what those stings on her ass had done to her. She didn't believe it herself. How in the world could him spanking her when she disobeyed what he said cause her to get even hotter for him.

Now that her fear that he had done something to hurt himself was over she felt a bit kittenish. The past few moments had energized her even though a feeling of weariness was just on the edge of her senses. She felt so alive laying there, in his arms with the feel of his cum slowly seeping from her. God, but she loved the feeling he gave her of not only being well fucked and possessed but loved at the same time.

Craning her head to nip at his neck she whispered to him. "Only if you don't stop, baby." With a giggle she threw her leg over him, pulling her close, the warmth of her red ass warming her through and through. "Damn, Danny, I don't know what it is about your hand on my ass like that. God I thought I was going to go into convulsions the feeling was so intense. I love you making me obey you, baby, it feels so...so right."

She shook her head not understanding it herself, not caring to try and disect it, just accepting it and loving it. "I want more, baby, I want so much more." She laughed again,"I am insatiable but I can't get enough." She said as she kissed him passionately. It was a long moment before she pulled back from that one and her hands were tangled in his hair, her breath short against his skin.

"You are in the lead here, baby," She said breathlessly,"I will do whatever you want me to and I know you will never, ever truly hurt me." Her eyes caught his full of trust and love. "I love you and I trust you and I want this. I truly want this. I want you to take charge like you did right then. Not just when we make love but all the time. I get a thrill when you tell me to do something and then another when you 'punish' me when I don't do it."

A blush crept over her face. She was trying to explain feelings that were just now surfacing and that she had not had time to deal with herself but she did not want him to think what he did was wrong and stop doing it. On the contrary it was oh so right.

"I am yours, Danny," She whispered against his shoulder,"I am yours to do what you want to when you want to and I trust you to want my pleasure as well as your own. You are the master of my heart and soul, love, don't ever pull back from that. I don't think I could stand it."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Things were so simple when we were in bed together. Then there was just me and Maria, a universe unto ourselves. But things aren't that simple.

Everything had been beautiful so far. We loved each other. She liked belonging to me, I liked owning her. She liked being tied up during sex, I loved tying her up. She loved being taken and I loved taking her. She loved me making her do what I wanted and I loved making her do what I wanted.

But I was a little worried. Obviously our special kind of relationship wasn't going to begin and end in the bedroom, as nice as that would have been, and I was wondering whether I'd be able to provide her with the kind of relationship she wanted, because what we were talking about is what's generally known as a D/s relationship. I'd often thought about this type of thing because of my sexual preferences, but i wondered whether I was really cut out for it.

For one thing, I was quite used to living on my own and taking care of myself. Maybe I didn't do as good a job of it as I should have, but still, that was the life I was used to, and I didn't know if I'd feel comfortable turning a lot of the things I did over to Maria. No matter how much she might want to do stuff for me, it didn't quite seem fair. But I guess any couple setting up housekeeping together goes through stuff like this: who does what.

Anyhow, she thought it was pretty damned funny when I told her that I could take care of myself. She just rolled her eyes and looked around my bedroom in an obvious kind of way. Sure, it's a kind of disordered, but I know where everything is. Well, most of the time.

The other thing was, I didn't want her to be one of those old-style wives, the kind who doesn't know anything about anythiing outside the kitchen and the bedroom. You know, I didn't want to have to decide what we'd have for dinner every single night. I didn't want to decide what movies we'd see and when we'd see them all the time. I wanted someone to be with me, not beneath me or behind me. So even though I just couldn't picture Maria as being a little 50's housewife, I was kind of worried that that's what she might really want.

And I'm not Mr. Tower-of-Strength. I have my bad days and my set-backs and I occasionally need someone to talk to. If we got into this D/s thing, would she be there for that? Or was it going to be a one-way street where she could come to me but I'd have to keep it all inside?

So I wondered about all this. And I worried about it too.

We went over to her place to pick up her files and some clothes and stuff, and while she packed up her stuff I sat in her livingroom thinking. God knows I was in love with the woman. I would do anything for her. Anything. But the thought occurred to me, that I could only do what it was possible for me to do. I couldn't start acting like someone I wasn't. It was just that simple.

If she really wanted someone to clomp around with a whip and beat her when she knocked over the salt, then it just wasn't going to work out. If she wanted someone to set a schedule for her and make her stick with it, then that wasn't going to work out either, because I'm just not a schedule-writer and can't keep one myself.

All I could do was trust to my love for her and hers for me. I'm not the smartest guy, but I'm smart enough to know that you don't design a relationship and then try and live up to it. IOt's got to occur naturally, grow and develop like the living thing it is. So there didn't seem to be any point in trying to sit down and work things out about what either of us would or wouldn't do. We'd have to wing it, just like everyone else does.

"I think this is it for now." she said, coming into the livingroom with a backpack over her shoulder.

"That's it? That's all you need?"

"Yeah." she said. "Files, sexy inderwear, makeup. I can pickup the rest in my car tomorrow. You okay, darling?"

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine. Just thinking."

She came over to me. "About what?"

"Us."

"What about us?" she asked, looking concerned now. "Tell me."

"It's nothing." I said. I forced a smile, and it quickly became a real smile as I looked into her eyes. She was just such a pretty thing, such a woman's woman. Already her radar was working and she could tell when I was lying.

"Really baby." I said. "It's nothing to worry about. Nothing we can do anything about. I love you. Just remember that."

 

[SecretDesires]

Maria gave Danny a look that said she didn't believe a word of it except the 'I love you' part. Setting her bag down, she slid into his lap and cupped his chin in her hand, pulling his face gently toward her.

"Uh, uh," She said a smile on her face but concern in her eyes,"That is just not going to do, darling. Men say those kind of things when they are rethinking the relationship, engagement, marriage, etc. Now tell me what is on your mind, please?"

Danny squirmed a bit beneath her but saw that she wasn't leaving without an answer. "It's...well it's this Master thing and taking charge all the time...," He began and then stopped as she laughed and shook her head.

"You mean when I said you were the master of my heart and soul?" And he nodded. Bending in to kiss him lightly she said,"Darling, I love you and I have given you both my heart and soul. Something I have never given anyone before so in that sense you are the master of them. They are yours and you have the power to keep them safe or tear them apart. And I trust you not to tear them apart."

"As for taking charge all the time I was meaning more like you did when I got frustrated and said things wouldn't work out. You took charge and refused to let me back out of it. I loved the way you stood up even to me. I can't explain it fully but when you do that I have a feeling that everything is going to come out alright even when I am afraid. I have had so many people cower before me and give in that it is so nice to know you won't no matter how much I bully and yell. It gives me a feeling of stability."

Snuggling close to him, she continued. "This is a new thing for both of us, love, and it is scary for us both but it doesn't have to be. Not if we are together in this."

"First of all I don't see you as the whip and chain type, love. Sure, the bondage in the bedroom is great and I really got turned on when you spanked me." Memories of it made her squirm a bit herself as she forced herself to continue,"But I don't expect I am the doormat type and I wouldn't be happy having someone hit me all the time for the little things I mess up on. I also wouldnt be happy being micromanaged. Neither of us have time for that."

"I think of us as partners, darling, and I want to be there for you as much as you are for me. I want to be able to sit down with you when we both come home and talk things over, the great things and the not so great things. I want to be able to cry on your shoulder and know you won't see me as weak and I want to be able to hold you when your day has just been overwhelmingly aweful and you just don't think you can take it anymore."

"I also want there to be good times when we are just together or with friends. Though I think that it will take some time for either of our friends to come around to this situation. I just want to be with you. Thats all. I want to be by your side."

She laughed again as she thought of the typical steriotype for a D/s relationship which was what he was talking about.

"I don't see myself crawling around with a leash on," She said with a small cock of her head,"Umm...not unless we just get a wild hair and decide it might be fun for sexual play that is. I do like you taking charge in the bedroom and I love it when you stand up for me. Both of those things make me feel very loved and wanted as well as safe. I am sorry if I lead you to believe that I wanted something different. I guess after that great bout of making love I wasn't in a position to put my words together very well."

Kissing him lightly, she said,"You do that to me, you know." Then in a more serious tone,"But with both of us working or going to school there is going to have to be alot of helping each other, alot of give and take. But I think we can make it through it."

With a sly smile she added. "And, yes I want to do things for you that someone like a wife would. I love to cook but we won't have time for me to do it every night. When I do, though, you can be sure it will be special. And, if I want to bring you a tray in bed every once in awhile to show you how much I love you than whats wrong with that? When I said I would do whatever you want I meant it. Because I love you enough to want you to be happy and to please you. Again, what is wrong with that?"

"Can we go into this expecting nothing but that we will be partners, lovers, friends and companions? And just let it take it's course?"

 

[dr_mabeuse]

When she finished talking all I could do was stare at her. She was just too good to be true. If I sat down with pencil and paper and made a list of all the things I wanted in a woman, she would still beat it hands down. She had qualities that I wouldn't have even thought of. She was so good it was almost scary, and all I could do was hug her to me and repeat her name over and over.

And just to show you how good things happen when you're feeling good, I suddenly remembered the name of my lawyer from the public defender's office and realized that he would be just the one to turn Maria's files over to.

"Maria! Let me up! I just had a great idea!"

Bob Katz was honest, discreet, and smarter than hell. And he hated losing. I told him about my hypothetical "friend" and this stash of documents she had that could set a bunch of innocent people free and he was more than just interested. He was no dummy, and it didn't take him long to figure out who the cop was who'd fixed all these cases, but he was still cool.

"Sounds like some officer of the law has had a change of heart." he said over the phone. "What'd you do? Sweep her off her feet?"

Maria was straightening up some stuff and I called her over just so I could put my arm around her.

"Yeah. You might say that."

"You're shitting me!" he said. "Are you serious?"

"I'm serious."

"You and Delgado? You lucky son of a bitch. I always thought that under that sneer there was some good looking girl trying to get out! I'll be damned!"

Quickly I ran down the situation to him, as much as I wanted him to know, of course. I told him about Maria's resignation and about our plans to split immediately afterwards.

"Okay," he said. "That's probably a good idea. So I'll make sure she stays invisible on this. I've got your cell number if I have to get ahold of you. When can you drop the stuff off?"

"I'll bring it by now. I'll just drop Maria off at home and come by your office."

"She's there now?" he asked. "Listen, tell her thanks very much. A lot of people are going to be very thankful for what she's doing. And tell her all that stuff I said about her was just joking, okay?"

I dropped Maria off at my place then shot downtown against traffic and found Bob's office. It sure felt good to go in there clean and not worrying about an upcoming trial or sentencing. He met me himself and took me into his office and looked at some of the papers I'd brought. "Jesus H. Christ!" he said.

"We've just got to make sure her name stays out of this, Bob. I don't know how you're going to do that, but you've got to swear to me."

'Oh, we'll keep it out." he said. "That's no problem. You've got my word." Then he looked at me. "I was going to ask you if you're just screwing her or if this is something more. I don't even have to ask. You've really got it bad, don't you Danny?"

I laughed. "Terminal, Counsellor. It's terminal."

After I left Bob's office I cruised around downtown for a bit. I wanted to buy her something but i wasn't sure what. Just something to tell her I loved her.

I finally settled on just a dozen roses. I bungee'd them to the back of the boke and rode home. You should have seen the looks I got.

 

[SecretDesires]

Left at Danny's apartment alone, Maria was nervous for the first time since this had all broken open. She was now alone in a strange place and surrounded by people who, rightly, hated her guts. She had felt safe and a bit of a queen when she was with him but now she felt lost and out of place.

Wandering around his place, she straightened up a bit and looked in the fridge and cupboards for something to cook. Making a mental note to do some serious food shopping she finally concluded defeat and faced one of two choices. She could either buck up, sqare her shoulders and go down to the corner grocery store and get something to fix or she could call a resturant and have them bring something in. She had some pull with a couple of the better ones but that was due to overlooking some bending of the law in exchange for some hard cash and a permenant reservation.

The first plan would mean going out the door, past Danny's buddies, down a street that knew her as a crooked cop, into a store that she knew she had shaken down more than once, buying things with everyone's eyes on her and probably glares from the owners and then out the store to come back down the street and through Danny's buddies again. Not a prospect she dearly loved. They had backed off when he was here but would they do it when he was gone?

She wasn't fond of the resturant idea either. Once the owners heard about her resignation which would happen in the morning she was sure they would come looking for blood. Or at least payment for all their services. Then again, she could always report the things she had been holding back on. That might keep them at bay. Still those in the neighborhood might look down on Danny if they saw a truck from a fancy dinery pulling up outside and delivering packages to his door. They might assume that she had bought him just like she bought everything else.

In the end, she squared her shoulders, picked up her purse, calmed her rapidly beating heart and walked out of the apartment. She left it unlocked because she didn't have a key and she was sure Danny's friends wouldn't think of intruding in his place.

Walking from his apartment and down to the street, she saw several of his buddies lounging about. When she came down the steps they all turned to look at her but none approached her. It wasn't until she was halfway down the block when she heard the distant catcalls and whistles following her and she sped up her pace just a bit.

Ducking inside the store, she knew this was one she had just recently shaken down as a matter of fact and the thought did not set her mind at ease at all. Still, she had some shopping to do and went about picking out things for dinner, trying to avoid the stares she was getting from the customers and owners alike. Taking her purchases which included several candles and some matches to the counter she was greeted with fearful and resentful stares from the man behind the counter, the owner of the store.

It took her several times before she got across to him that she was paying for the purchases and, even then, he refused to take her money begging her to just take the things and leave. With a little more force than she should have, she grabbed some bills from her wallet and slammed them down on the counter, the events of the last few days coming to a head. Never before had she realized just how hard it was going to be to come back from the hole she had dug herself into. She was wondering if it was, indeed, worth it.

Leaving enough money on the counter to cover her grocery bill twice over she headed across the street to the liguor store. Inside she had the same trouble but eventually convinced the owner that she sincerely wanted to buy the wine and did not want it as a gift or 'insurance' against people wrecking his store. Tossing some more bills on the counter before she left to cover his distraught at her presence, she left and headed back home.

Walking back from her shopping expedition, she came face to face with several more men. Some of them she had seen upon leaving, some of them were new. All of them she had either harrassed or imprisoned or both and all had reason to hate her.

They hushed up as she approached, obviously they had been talking about some of the recent developments and had stopped when the object of the conversation had appeared. Steeling herself, she began to walk down the stairs toward the sidewalk, head high, and eyes straight ahead. Most of them parted and let her leave but one person stood in front of her, a burly man with long hair tied in a ponytail and tattoos running up and down both his arms. Her heart was beating so fast with fear that she could not put a name to the face before her. It would probably come to her later when she was able to calm down.

"If it isn't Miss High and Mighty," He said in a sneer,"Think you can just come back to the neighborhood and all is forgiven, huh? Well some of us aren't as blind as Anger is. Some of us aren't taken in by a pretty face and ass. Some of us know exactly what you are, bitch, and we don't like you around."

When she did not respond to his taunts except for a slightly red tinge on her neck and face he continued. "You sure must be a hell of a good piece of ass for Anger to forget his buddies like this. I don't believe a fucking word he says about you trying to make things right. How the hell do you make up for what you did to us all? I think you are using him just like you used all those other guys we heard about. If he is smart he will take what he can get and turn you lose."

At this point another one of the men put his hand on the big guy's arm and said,"Thats enough, Bruiser, leave her alone. If Danny's okay with it than we will do what he wants. He's okay and he's smart. Let it be for now."

The big guy didn't like it but moved out of her way mummbling about Danny's mind being clouded by the scent of pussy and it took all Maria had to make her legs move up the stairs and into the apartment again, setting her bags down before collapsing in a chair grateful for small acts of kindness.

Still, she was able to calm herself down enough that she could make dinner. In fact she was grateful for the chance to get her mind off of everything and soon she was lost in a world of spices, aromas and tantalizing tastes.

She had just set the table and lit the candles when she heard his key in the lock, signalling he was home. With a quick look in the mirror to make sure she didn't look too mussed up, she turned to greet him.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

This was the first time Maria and I had been separated since we were together. Well, you know what I mean. We’d hardly been out of each others’ sight since we discovered how we felt about each other, and I was kind of nervous coming back to the apartment. If I’d walked in there and found the place empty, I would have been crushed, but I don’t think I would have been surprised. Being away from her just made the whole thing seem very unreal, and being back in the city reminded me of a very different Maria Delgado. Almost every corner I passed on the way home had some memory of a shakedown or a ticket or some sort of trouble with her, and by the time I parked the bike I felt like a real jerk for bothering with those roses.

But something smelled really good in the hallway. I didn’t want to startle her, so I knocked on the door and waited. She opened it.

She just kept on getting better and btetter looking. Her big brown eyes, her smile, the pleasure on her face at seeing me. She stepped back to let me enter and I handed her the flowers. She took them and looked at them, and then I just took her in my arms and we stood holding each other tight.
“You were worried too?” I asked her.

She knew what I meant. She nodded her head against my chest. “I couldn’t believe it had really happened.”

Now I nodded. “It did though, didn’t it?”

“Yes,” she said. “It really did.”

We stood there for a long time, just so glad to be with each other, and then I said. “What smells so good?”

“I made some dinner.” she said softly. “I thought you might be hungry.”

“Well I am now!” I looked around the place. I couldn’t believe it. In a matter of an hour or so she had accimplished what I hadn’t been able to do in three years of living there. The place was clean. “Wow, Maria! How’d you do that?”

She took the flowers and went into the kitchen. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse and a skirt. No apron, no mess in the kitchen. I had no idea how she coudl have cooked without leaving stuff all over the kitchen the way I did. I suddenly had an inkling of why it was men got married.

“It’s just some fried chicken and red beans and rice. Junk food. I couldn’t do anything fancy.”

“Well it smells great.” I said. Then I stopped.

“Wait a minute. Wait; Maria? Did you go out? You went out shopping?”

She was standing at the sink putting the flowers in water. She shrugged to show me it was no big deal, but I didn’t fool that easy. I saw her lip trembling and felt a sudden hot rage for whoever had made her feel this way.

I was at her instantly. “What happened? Did you get hassled? You did, didn’t you? What happened?”

She turned and embraced me again, pressing her frace against my chest, and I fought to control my temper.

“No, no, no.” she said, working to control herself. “Bruiser said something to me, that’s all. He just said he didn’t believe what you’d said. No one touched me. No one said anything. It’s okay. I was just scared. Just a little scared. It was a dumb thing to do, to go out. But I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Now I didn’t know who to be mad at. I hadn’t told her to stay inside. No one had hurt her. “Look,” I said. “Once you turn in your badge, word will get out. Then they’ll know you’re not the enemy anymore. Until then, I don’t want you going out. Afterwards, well, we’ll see how it goes. You’ve got a lot of enemies out there, baby, and even if you were to turn into Mother Theresa overnight, there’s still a lot of people who would like to get even with you. So you don’t go out without me, you understand?”

“Yes.” she said, touching my chest, safe inside my arms. “I won’t go anywhere without you Danny.”

“Good. Now let’s see if you can cook as good as you look.”

I know: that’s comparing apples and oranges, or rather, comparing a beautiful sexy woman with a platter of fried chicken, but, well, she could cook. I admit, I thought I was handy in the kitchen because I knew how to heat up pizza in the microwave all by myself, but this was a whole new experience. I mean, suddenly I realized why people make such a fuss about food.

Maria hardly ate a bite, just sat there drinking wine and watching me eat with this very funny, satisfied look on her face. Whatever I wanted, she was up out of her chair and bringing it to the table, then she’d sit down again, chin in hand, and just stare and smile.

“What?” I asked her. “What am I doing?”

“Nothing,” she said, “I just like to watch you eat. You eat like such a man.”

When she said “nothing” her little tongue peeped through her teeth on the ‘th’. She was always doing little things like that to me, driving me crazy.

I ate too much, and it was all her fault. She started clearing the table and I went into the livingroom and sat down. I could see her in the kitchen putting the dishes in the sink and running the water and I decided to try something.

“Maria?” I said. She couldn’t hear me over the water. “Maria? Come here?”

She shut off the water and walked to the doorway, She had put on an apron to do the dishes. She looked at me expectantly.

“Come here.” I said. “I want you to sit on my lap.”

She pointed over her shoulder. “Okay, I just have to get . . .”

“Now.” I said. “And take off that apron.”

She hesitated only a second before untying the apron and throwing it on a chair and walking over to me. I couldn’t quite read the expression on her face. She looked a little peeved. Maybe she thought the kitchen was some sort of sanctum.

She sat down carefully on my lap and put her arm around my neck as if she didn’t mean to stay long. I ran my hand down her back and confirmed what I thought: she wasn’t wearing a bra.

I cupped a breast in my hand and caressed it and she stiffened suddenly.

“You’re not wearing a bra, are you?” I asked her.

“No.”

“You’re trying to drive me crazy, aren’t you?” I kept on massaging her breast and I felt her hand on the back of my neck, unconsciously stroking me in return.

“No, Danny, it’s just…”

“Unbutton your blouse.” I said.

She sat up and bravely started undoing the buttons.

“You know what your tits do to me.” I said to her. “You know how they make me nuts.”

Her blouse was open far enough now for me to slip my hand inside and caress her bare flesh. Her tits did drive me crazy. She just had the prettiest, woman-iest tits I’d ever seen. Even as a cop, when we all hated her guts, we had all agreed that she had a fine pair of boobs, as if they existed independently of her, Just like her they were somehow kind of sassy or brazen, but inside very tender and sensual, and she loved having them touched. She was proud of them and so was I.

She purred now like a cat on a warm stove as I caressed them and kissed them, her dishes forgotten. What really drove me wild this time though was the feel of her naked back in my hands. I don’t know why. Just feeling that female muscle in back and those soft, generous tits in front when she arched up against my mouth with a sharp little moan of pleasure.

She just drove me crazy, that’s all.

 

[SecretDesires]

Maria arched her back, the feeling of his hands on her bare flesh was making the fire flare up inside her again. It was with a great effort that she gently took his hands from him. She saw a frown cross his face at the gesture and she kissed his lips lightly.

"Only for a minute, love," She whispered,"My surprises for the night are not done." Kissing him again she said,"Stay here for a minute." And then when he began to protest, she placed a finger over his lips, a pleading look in her eyes. "Please?"

He relented and let her get up. Not bothering to button her blouse or even tuck herself in she moved to the bedroom and then to the bathroom off of it. Moving into the bathroom, she began to run some water and light the candles she had placed there earlier a smile on her face. Slipping out of her clothes, she threw a one of his robes over her. It was too big by far and just covered her breasts, the robe opening in front to a large V that closed together just before her navel. Rolling up the sleeves, she reached over to turn off the water and then went back in to where Danny was sitting, an expectant look on his face.

Beaming at him, she grabbed his hands and urged him to get up and follow her, walking backwards a bit of a twitch to her hips and a look of mischieviousness on her face. She drew him into the bedroom and then put up her hands for him to stop. Not saying a word, she began to slowly undress him. Sliding her hands under his shirt, she pulled it over his head dropping it on the floor and kissing along his chest even as her hands traveled to his belt to undo it.

She didn't have to complete opening his pants to know that he was already aroused and it somehow made her smile grow. She loved the way she could effect him. It gave her a heady feeling that none of her other experiences at control had ever given her. Soon his pants and shorts were in a puddle next to his shirt and she could see the effect she was having on him. With a soft laugh, she began to kiss along his legs and thighs, not touching his hardening manhood, just enjoying the feel of him and his obvious excitment.

Standing once again, she took his hands once more and pulled him into the darkened bathroom, lit only by the soft light of the candles. Reaching behind him, letting her body lean against him for a moment, listening to him moan as their flesh contacted where the robe didn't cover her. She pushed the door shut so that they were enclosed together in the soft light of the candles and then stepped back, undoing the robe and stepping from it.

The bathroom was encased in soft light and smoke from the candles as well as steam from the water in the tub. The effect was almost as if they were both transported to another world far from the one with the worries and cares they would have to face tomorrow. Grasping his hands once again, Marie pulled Danny to the tub and, not saying a word, urged him to get in.

She heard his sighs as the warm water encased him and then the intake of his breath as she slid in behind him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing along his back, now wet with droplets of water. She could have sat there for eternity like this holding him, her breasts taunt and pressed against his back, her hands running up and down his chest and stomach but she wanted to do other things for him and, yes, to him.

Picking up a washcloth, she poured some body wash on it and began to scrub his back just as he had done in the shower in the cabin but lightly, lovingly watching the muscles ripple as she ran the soapy cloth over them.

She lingered on his back, loving the sounds of pleasure he was making, until not only was his back covered in soapy bubbles but so were her breasts. Leaning forward and letting the slippery film glide her over his back as she worked, she began to soap his chest and stomach running the washcloth lightly over him stopping only to run it over his arms which were tense as they gripped the tub obviously trying to control himself as her hands moved all over his body.

It took a moment for her to get him to let up his grip on the tub and she pressed him back against her chest as she returned to his stomach, just missing his very hard manhood with each swipe. His groans as she came so close and yet never touched it were music to her ears and she ate it up.

Finally, the heat within herself that had been building with each movement against him or on him would not be denied and she moved the washcloth beneath the water to run up and down his stiff cock, her hand coming up from the water to run the cloth around the soft tip of it where it broke from the warm liquid.

Danny jerked as her hand first touched him but then relaxed and closed his eyes as he lay on her chest the only visible sign that he was fighting for control the tenseness in his legs as she continued to wash him down there.

Kissing him along his forehead, she bent to lick the lobe of his ear gently, laughing at the moan she elicited from him. Nuzzling his neck she whispered,"I could stay here forever, just you and me."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"I could stay here forever, just you and me."

I try to reply but it comes out as a shuddering groan. Her hand upon my cock is so delicious, slick with soap, stroking up and down, and the feel of her body behind me is so erotic, I can hardly talk. She's stroking my chest with one hand, and kissed my neck, my ear, licking me, her breath hot and excited. I should tell her to stop. If I want to have her I should make her stop now.

But then i think: why? Why stop? She wants my pleasure. Isn't it my pleasure to come like this, from her hand, while she emebraces me and services me and makes me feel so fucking wonderful?

"Do it, Maria!" I whisper, "Make me come. Make me come!"

She moans behind me and sinks her teeth softly into my neck. Her hand begins to move faster, making the water slosh in the tub. I'm holding on to one of her ankles and the side of the tub and I'm so tense that my arms are shivering with the strain, my legs are rigid.

"Oh God, baby! Yes! Yes!" I roll my head back for her mouth and she kisses me, whining with excitement. I feel all the tension concentrate in my cock and she must feel it growing too for she redoubles her speed. I can't keep from fucking my dick up into her pumping hand and shge presses my face to hers, spearing her tongue into my mouth.

"Oh Fuck!" I groan, tearing my mouth from hers, "Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" each word punctuated by a jerk of my hips and on the last I launch a big wad of white semen arcing into the air to hit the wall in front of me.

"Oh Baby!" Marie cried in delight.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Again and again I shoot as she milks the come from my cock, the streams plopping in the water before the last ones just ooze out of me and run over her knuckles.

"Mmmm" All the tension, all the anger is toally drained out of me now, and I relax totally against her, almost asleep while she runs her fingers through my hair and kisses me softly.

"Well I hope your proud of yourself." I say as we finally climb out.

She smiles. "Oh, definitely. Very proud."


I thought the letter of resignation was going to be a big deal, but in the end it was simplicity itself: "I, Maria Delgado, shield # such-and-such, hereby tender my resignation from the Police Force in order to devote all my time toi pursuing my law degree.
Sincerely, etc etc."
I drove her over to the station the next day, she went in and saw the chief, was in there for about ten minutes, and then came out.

"What'd he say?" I asked her.

"Oh, 'big surprise, good cop, had quite a future, blah blah blah." All he really wanted to know was whether I was going to rat on him."

"What did you say?"

"I told him no. And I'm not." she said.

"Good. Now let's get out of here."

We were going back up to the cabin--that fateful cabin--but we were taking more stuff than we could fit on the bike. We planned to hide out there till the first shock of Maria's resignation wore off and things settled down, maybe a week. It looked like we'd have to take her car and the bike, so I made a deal with her.

She'd been going on a lot about how sorry she was that we didn't get together when we were both younger, because she had it in her head that I was a real heart-breaker, a real player with the ladies. That's nonsense, of course, but she was convinced. At the same time I knew that she had been a real tease at the time, a prime catch everyone was too intimidated to try for. She thought I was nuts.

There's a very nice and exclusive resort up by the lake called The Pines, and I got us a room there for the first night. The deal was this: we'd go up separately and play a game of pickup. I'd meet her in the bar of The Pines dining room at 7:00, dressed. She'd be dressed too. She could surprise me. We would pretend to be strangers, and I would pick her up. She could see my lines at their most awkward, and I could see what a fox she was to pick up.

She was kind of nervous about going up there without me, but the fact is that the only people at the pines are pretty much geezers, so I figured she'd be safe.

"You just tell them you're waiting for your husband." I said.

"My husband?"

'Okay. Your fiance."

"My fiance?"

I looked at her without flinching and puffed out my chest just a little. "Yeah. Your fiance."

She smiled a mysterious smile, so I don't know who won that round.

 

[SecretDesires]

Arriving first, Maria checked into the room and began preparations for their 'meeting'. She almost felt like a schoolgirl as she picked out her outfit and hung it on the back of the bathroom door and jumped in for a quick shower before applying lotions and powder to her body.

Taking out her makeup, she applied it carefully making sure to make her eyes, one of Danny's favorite features, stand out as she applied the eye liner, mascara and eyeshadow. She spent time on her hair putting it up into a loose bun. Unlike the severe one she wore as a cop, this one let trendils of hair down to frame her face and give it a softness that pulled the gaze to her features there.

The blouse and skirt was next. She had chosen a dark blue satin dress that was cut low across the bodice to give more than a hint of her firm breasts but not low enough to show off too much. It was a very teasing cleavage and she smiled as she thought how she was framing the second feature that Danny liked about her body. The blouse was tight around her breasts and came just to her navel and was lose about her mid section. Combined with the cleavage it was made to tempt any man to sneak a hand up to feel what lay underneath. Her eyes twinkled as she thought of Danny's reaction to that. The sleeves were long and loose about her hands, the material coming to a V that lay on the back of her hands and showing to advantage her manicured nails which she had painted before coming up here.

The skirt matched the blouse and sat on her hips which showed off her trim waist quite well. There was a belt of silver loops that hung along her hips accentuation that effect and the skirt was midlength with spilts down the side so that when she walked a bit of leg flashed with each step. When she sat the material fell to give a vision of her legs and the stockings she wore to mid thigh. Open toed high heels completed the outfit and Maria was very pleased with what she saw in the mirror. She hoped Danny was pleased as well.

The last touch was perfume. Maria had packed a very one. Narcisse.. by Chloe that was her favorite one. She did not have much cause to use it as she refused to use her special perfume for any of her liasions she had made to this point. Mainly she had used it only for herself when she was alone but she would not have to do that anymore.

Placing the perfume at each pulse point, Maria was about to put it away when a mischievious thought struck her and she uncorked it again. Going about the room, she sprinkled just a hint of it on the pillows of the bed and other places as well as the towel that was beside the bathroom door. When Danny came into the room it would be the first thing he would smell. Chuckling to herself she hurried to get her purse and go down to the bar to wait.

Entering the bar, she could feel butterflies in her stomach. It was weird. She already knew how Danny felt about her and she had never had any problems showing off her body to her own advantage but still she was nervous. She was conscious of all eyes on her as she entered and she had to stop herself from turning around and waiting for Danny in the lobby instead. Still, it was kind of thrilling to think that if her appearance had this effect on strangers what Danny's reaction would be.

Sliding into a seat at the bar, she ordered a white wine and sat there sipping it and looking around the room, meeting any and all gazes with one of her own that said 'Not Available.' The men in the bar would be very shocked when Danny was able to pick her up tonight from the looks of it.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

My usual outfit in the hood was jeans and a tee or sweatshirt. But that didn't mean I didn't know how to dress. I just don't go for the flash of these other guys. Give me a nice Armani, a suit that's cut right and and hangs well, and I'll go against anyone.

I had a nice charcoal gray suit with a pinstripe that had just a taste of a gangster feel to it, a white shirt and a dark red tie., and that's all I needed. I showered and dressed back in our old cabin, and everything I saw reminded me of Maria. Then I called a cab to take me over to the Pines. Somehow the bike didn't seem right.

The Pines is an old-fashioned place left over from the time when lakeside lounges were built like gigantic log cabins. It was still a very nice place and run the old way, will bellboys and flowers in the rooms and no screaming kids. Their restaurant was probably the only place for miles where you could get a really good martini and a piece of prime rib that wasn't covered in some sort of balsamic vinegrette sauce. The guy at the piano was the same guy who'd been there when I was a kid, and the songs he played were the same songs. No doubt somne of the people there were the same people too.

I tried to see her as if I were seeing her for the first time, but I needn't have bothered. Just the sight of her hit me in the stomach like someone had thrown a bowling ball at me. She was sitting in the shadowy bar, but I couldn't have miissed her with my eyes closed.

She must have seen me too, because she was just so obviously not looking. She touched her hair automatically and there was something in the way she held her wine glass that changed too, something in the attitude of her fingers.

The maitre d' approached me and bowed slightly, but I told him I was meeting a lady at the bar and wouldn't need a table just yet. Then I handed him a twenty and told him to prepare something by the water, where the lady and I could talk. It was wonderful to see that way he bowed and made that bill disappear without the slightest change of expression. A pro.

It's strange how I could be so nervous from this little game, as if I really didn't know how things would turn out. I had thought that this would be fun, a silly little game, a few laughs; but my body was taking it very seriously. I was terrified of losing her somehow, or maybe I was just intimidated by how good she looked, because she looked absolutely stunning.

There were a few guys at the bar, older guys, mostly, keeping a safe distance between themselves and Maria but obviously keeping an eye on her, so I lost no time in going up to her.

"Excuse me, Miss, but is this seat taken?"

She looked at me now for the first time, and I saw the pleasure in her eyes but she kept a poker face. She hadn't thought I would clean up so nice either, anmd I could see that she was impressed though she wouldn't admit it.

God, she looked good! Those big brown eyes, warm and glowing just for me, her lips so red and perfect, the way her hair framed her face and exposed her beautiful neck, and her smooth skin that was demanding I kiss it. And now that i was near her there was just a hint of scent. Not her usual smell, but something darker and more alluring, dangerous almost.

"I'm sorry," she said with the faintest ghost of a smile, "I'm waiting for someone."

I actually felt disappointment stab at me. "Well I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I kept you company. A lovely girl like you shouldn't have to sit alone."

She cocked an eyebrow at me to show just the slightest interest, and then turned back to her wine.

"Maria!" I whispered, "You're killing me!"

She broke into a big smile and slapped my hand playfully. "Danny!"

I quickly got back into character and ordered a drink. "May I buy you a drink?"

She told me she was fine. She wasn't making this easy. I asked her where she was from, where she was staying, and each time she answered me with a one-word answer. Finally I told her that I didn't think her boyfriend was coming.

"Oh, he'll be here." she said.

"Well, I know this. If you were mine, I'd never let you go anywhere without me. I certainly wouldn't make you wait alone in a bar while I watched football games or did whatever he's doing. I wouldn't let you out of my sight for an instant. I wouldn't want to."

At this she bit back a smile, and I took the initiative. "Would you like to dance?"

"Dance?" she looked at me as if I were insane.

"Yes. Dance. There's a secluded area right out on the deck there where you can hear the piano. I'd like to dance with you."

"Danny! I don't dance!" she hissed at me frantically as I led her from the bar. "Wait!"

But I took her out on the deck in the soft darkness. There wasn't a soul out there, I suppose it was a bit too cool. But I closed the sliding door behind us and before she could object I took her in my arms.

"Danny!"

"Shh." I said. "It's easy. You just let me hold you like this, and we just kind of sway."

I don't remember what the old piano guy was playing, but it was slow and sweet and about love, and Maria just fit so naturally in my arms and it was such a joy to hold her. And that's all this kind of dancing is anyhow, just an excuse to hold someone you love and press your cheek to her hair and kind of rock back and forth against each other. She was stiff as a board at first, but when she finally realized I wasn't going to start spinning her around or dipping her, he relaxed, and she was warm and soft against me, and she put her head against my chest.

I know it was corny. It was corny as hell. The moon on the water, the party lights across the lake, the piano. But I never said I wasn't sentimental, and if Maria was looking for Mr. Cutting Edge, then she picked the wrong guy in me.

"Your boyfriend is a very lucky man, I hope he knows that." I said. "You are a terribly beautiful woman, terribly desirable, and I hope you won't think me out of line if I tell you that I'm falling hopelessly in love with you."

"Danny!" she chided.

"Oh I'm sorry. I don't think I ever introduced myself. My name is Danny Anger. And you are?"

She looked at me her eyes sparkling. "Maria Delgado. And you may call me Maria."

"Maria." I said, "Maria? Would you please do me the honor of having dinner with me? At least until your boyfriend comes?"

"Well I..."

"Please." I said.

She smiled. "All right, Danny. I would love to."

They didn't dance much at the Pines anymore, though when I was a kid I remember the dance floor being crowded on the weekends, and the dancers were old even then. As it was now, there were maybe ten couples in the entire place, quietly eating their dinners. But when the pianist finally wound it up and we stepped back into the restaurant, everyone of them applauded.

Poor Maria blushed furiously, and I couldn't hide my smile. The Maitre d' saw us to a table in the corner and no sooner had we sat down than a waiter came over with a bottle of champagne in a silver bucket. "Compiments of Mr. and Mrs. Fanshaw," he said, gesturing towards an old couple across the way who nodded to us with pleasure. "He and his wife are celebrating their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary tonight. They met in this very room."

 

[SecretDesires]

Sitting at the bar, Maria was both nervous and excited. When she spotted Danny the butterflies seemed to take flight and it took all she had to play it calm and cool, especially when he got near enough for her to smell his cologne. Damn, but he looked good!

Then she was just getting into the role when he insisted they dance. A lance of fear went through her. She had never learned how. Her father had never taught her and she had never gone out with anyone interested in more than what she would put out in order to get what she wanted.

She was hesitant at first but the feel of Danny's warm hand on the small of her back, against her naked skin where the blouse ended, the feel of his heartbeat as she rested her head on his chest and the smell of him relaxed her and everything seemed to blend into a perfect setting even as the music seemed to end way to soon.

Maria blushed at the unexpected ovation they recieved realizing that everyone had been watching them and she was grateful when Danny finally steered her toward their table pulling the chair out for her. She was a bit startled at the gesture as she had not really had that kind of treatment and she found she liked it. It made her feel like a real lady, something she had never felt before.

She was startled out of her thoughts when the waiter brought over the champagne and she flashed a quick smile to the couple. Then, with a grin to Danny she whispered,"Order for me, please." And rose to go to the couple who had sent the gift, noticing Danny's puzzled look but not giving him time to protest.

Going over to them, she spoke to them in a low tone and sat down when invited. Leaning over and whispering to the woman who smiled and laughed at what she had to say, she glanced over Danny's way letting him know the subject of their conversation. The woman, too, glanced over his way and gave him a warm smile as the conversation ended and Maria came back to the table.

As she arrived so did their meal and she set to eating the delicious salad and steak, not mentioning the conversation she had had but making small talk and enjoying the obvious curiosity eating him. Finally the need to know got the best of him.

"All right," He said giving her an inquisitive stare,"What was all that about?"

Maria looked at him with feigned puzzlement. "What? Oh, my conversation with the Fanshaw's. Lovely couple, you know. Very friendly and very happy. Can you imagine being married for thirty five years?" She shook her head. "A few weeks ago I wouldn't have believed in love, much less love strong enough to endure all that they must have gone through in that amount of time."

"Maria!" Danny said giving her a dark look and she laughed not able to hold out any longer.

"I just asked them about when they met and then I told them that I didn't know what to do. Here I was waiting for my boyfriend who had hinted at an engagement," Maria gave Danny a devilish smile knowing he would remember his reference to him being her fiance,"And he doesn't show up. Probably fear of commitment." She couldn't help but grin and she tried to hide the smile as she continued.

"So, what is a girl supposed to do when a dashing, well dressed man comes up to her and whispers sweet nothings in her ears and saying he was falling in love at first sight among other things? So she gave me some advice."

Maria shrugged and picked up her wine glass to stare into the amber liquid, trying unsuccessfully to ignore Danny's growing frustration.

"And?" He finally said when she did not appear to be giving any more information.

She could not hold a straight face anymore and began laughing. Danny had to sit semi patiently while she finished. "And she said that life is worth living only if you have something to live for. That I should go for it. A girl doesn't come upon a man like you but once in a lifetime and you don't get second chances too often."

Her eyes sparkling, she placed an elbow on the table and her chin in her hand. "Now..." She said smiling at him,"If only you had a bike. I don't know what it is but bikers make me so hot. Must be the leather jacket. I love leather...among other things."

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I ordered for us--nothing too fancy: prime rib, baked potato—and we drank champagne and flirted shamelessly, though I think Maria really left me in the dust. She was really into the game, and she was really, really good at it. It was almost scary how small she could make me feel with a slight lift of her eyebrow or that tilt of her chin I remembered so well from high school. She was just devastating, and it was a good thing that every so often she'd lose control and giggle at my frustration and inability to get to her, or she might have put my nose seriously out of joint. She had that ice queen thing down perfectly, and I rememebered now why tying her up had been such fun.

But at least I had one thing on her that she didn't know about: I had a ring in my pocket.

I know, I know. We'd only been together for a matter of days, but it wasn't like we didn't know each other. We'd been through high school together remember, even if we'd hardly been what you could call close back then. But I mean it wasn't like I'd just met her for the first time. And I'd been doing an awful lot of thinking in the last couple of says or so.

What I thought was this: she was everything I wanted and more. She was things I didn't even know I'd wanted uintil I saw them in her, and in the last few days she'd made me happier than I thought it was possible to be. It was like she just redefined my idea of a relationship. I just could not see myself with anyone else ever again, could not see anyone ever making me as happy as she made me. And, maybe more than this, I was quite frankly terrified that something would happen and I'd lose her. Her father, something with the force, who knew. I just was not going to take that chance.

You know, you go through your life making compromises, and then someone like Maria comes along and you realize: here's all that I want, right here, and she's giving it to me, just offering it to me. I'd be damned if I was going to let her slip away. It was just like Mrs. Fanshaw had told her: life's only worth living if you have a reason to live it, and my reason was sitting right across from me looking at me from beneath her lashes and sawing at her prime rib, no doubt thinking up some more mischief.

I was tempted to propose to her right there, if for no more than to shock her. But I was really nervous as hell. I knew how I felt about her, but, well, there aren't a lot of people around who even believe in that kind of commitment anymore, and I didn't even know if Maria was one of them. I could easily picture her looking at me with hurt in her eyes and turning me down for any of a hundred reasons.

And there was something else. I guess I look at my feelings for Maria as going along a really long spectrum. On the one end there are my tender and loving feelings, the way I love her as a person, someone to be with and laugh with and talk to. And then way at the other end are my sexual and possessive feelings, where I want to just make wild love to her, tie her up and ravish her. So far tonight it had all been on the romantic end, but now I knew I was slipping over into the wild and passionate end. I knew that bringing out the ring now would make her all gushy and romantic and teary--and that was okay--but for now I just wanted me and her and desire.

She was just so beautiful and desirable sitting there, smiling, teasing. She was going to get hers.

I finally paid the check, tipped the waiter and the piano player, and walked her out. We were both feeling pretty good, and she was pressing herself into me as we took a turn outside. In the shadows under the deck of the restaurant, I turned to her and took her by the arms.

"Game's over npw, Maria." I said. I looked into her eyes and kissed her and felt her shudder. The game was over, and she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She surrendered to me.

We went to the room and she dropped the key. We gotrinside and I grabbed her, crushed her to me and pressed her up against the wall so she could feel my need, but she was wilder than I was. I'd never felt such desire from a woman, never felt anyone melt into me like she di. She held me to her, pushed herself into me, wild and gasping, took my head and steered me to her body as if she were literally on fire and only my mouth could put out the flames.

I undressed her as much with my mouth as with my fingers as her hands tore at my clothes and she wrapped her legs around me. My plan to tie her and take her nice and slow never had a chance. As soon as we were naked enough I just slid into her even though I had no idea of where anything was. I was as if we were magnetized and our parts just found each other on their own, and the moment we touched we both went rigid with the joy of contact.

"Danny, Danny, Danny," she kept on repeating, and I held her, trying to keep her still, knowing I was only seconds from coming.

For as small and feminine as Maria is, she can be very strong, and she had her nails in my ass holding me tightly to her as she arched against me. I found one breast peeking through the tangle of her clothes and took her nipple between my lips and she jerked and trembled, then exploded beneath me, her body heaving as she sobbed out my name. I was only seconds behind her.

"Oh Danny," she said as we recovered in each other's arms. "I'm sorry. I know you wanted it to be special, but I just couldn't wait. I'm sorry, baby. Can I make it up to you?"

"Maybe." I said. I reached around on the floor till I found my jacket, then I slipped out from beneath her and got the ring. I didn't know if I should be on the floor or the bed. Somehow the bed seemed more proper, besides, I was already kneeling.

I took her hand in mine and saw her eyes get big as she saw the gleam of the ring.

"Maria," I said, "I love you more than anything. Maria, will you marry me?"

 

[SecretDesires]

Maria didn't know what it was about Danny that made all her passion and feeling come out. No other man had ever had that effect on her. If anything it was the opposite. She had always been in charge, in control. Maybe it was the assurance that she didn't have to worry about how things went, she could fully express herself without thinking about the consequences, knowing that he would guide and direct things. But even that explanation didn't seem to cover everything.

At the moment, though, Maria was not trying to explain anything. She was simply delighting in the feel of their bodies coming together, the feel of him inside her as the embers that had been burning in her all night burst into an all consuming flame. The only thing she wanted at that moment was to feel joined with him, possessed by him and loved by him. And she was in no way dissapointed even though she was sure that this was not the way he had planned the evening to go.

Laying in his arms, passion sated but not spent--somehow it never did disappear when she was around him--she felt at peace, a glow about her and she did not even realize what he meant when he said there might be a way to repay him for the evening ending in such a hurried climax.

As he brought out the ring, he eyes grew big and she lay still for a long moment. Visions came to her of her own parents. The drinking the fighting, the hitting all as she sat crouched in her own room wishing the world would go away. She had sat there shaking as she heard the voice grow louder and angrier knowing that, when they were done, one or both would come seeking her out next to take their anger out on another target.

She was shaking as she lay in the bed next to Danny now, the visions coming unbidden but very real. Suddenly she broke out of the trance that held her and threw herself at Danny, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs around his waist just wanting to hold him tight and never let him go. Never letting go of what they had right now.

Her breaths came in short gasps and she tried to breath through a constricted throat as she began sobbing, holding him tight. For a long time she just held him letting go of all her fears and cleansing the visions from her mind. It was a very long time before she could manage to speak and, when she did, it was in a soft voice hardly above a whisper.

"Oh, Danny," She said quiet sobs punctuating her sentences,"I love you so much. So very much. I want to be with you forever. But I am so scared. I don't want to be like my mother and father. I don't want to fight and hurt someone I am supposed to love. God, Danny, what if we end up like that? What if one day the way we felt for each other before comes back and we end up hating each other?"

Kissing along his neck and cheek in desperate small kisses as if she was trying to convey her true feelings for him and trying to make him understand what she was saying she continued.

"I want so much to say yes. I want to be with you and have a house. A huge house with kids and a dog and, hell, even a cat or two. I want to be normal. To be able to have someone to come home to and to come home to me. But I couldn't bear it if...I couldn't put our kids through what I...."

Crying softly again, she buried her head into his neck and held on as if for dear life wanting him to tell her it was going to be okay. That nothing like that would ever happen between them and, if she said yes, all those dreams she had would be able to come true without the nightmares of her youth.