STORY EXCERPT

Lany

My life was a fairytale by anyone's standards, even mine. I lived in a beautiful mansion with my six wonderful kids and the love of my life, a sexy SWAT commander. I had friends who always had my back, parents who adored me, and the cutest little dog in the history of dogs.

I was lucky.

I knew that.

But as perfect as it was, there was a flipside. I'd been kidnapped so many times I was practically an expert. Crashed enough cars that I was no longer allowed to drive. Been shot, beat up, and generally knocked around so I now had my doctor on speed dial.

Staring at the love of my life, I couldn't quite figure out which side of that life I was currently on. "Why am I being relegated to the panic room?"

I hadn't done anything. I hadn't tripped, gotten taken hostage, or even been crushed by an elephant. There was no reason for Sal to make me stay in the panic room.

It just wasn't fair.

"Please, for me, caro?"

My shoulders slumped. There was no way I could deny the man I married when he looked at me with those big copper colored puppy eyes of his.

Damn it.

"How long do I have to stay in here?"

"Not long, I promise. I'll come for you just as soon as I can."

I swallowed tightly. "How much danger am I in?"

It was a real concern.

I was not reassured by the grimace that crossed Sal's face.

"It's just a safety precaution, Lany."

"For what?" That's what confused me. Sal hadn't said a word about what was going on. He'd just come into the house and ordered me to the panic room. "Where are the kids? Are they safe?"

"They kids are with your parents."

I already knew that. My parents had taken them out to do a little Christmas shopping. I just wanted to know if I was going to see them anytime in this century.

"They are perfectly safe."

So, it was just me in danger then.

Great.

"I just need you to stay in here until I come for you, Lany. Just me. No one else. Understand?"

My brow flickered. "What kind of danger am I in, Sal?" I asked again. I needed to know.

Sal's arm wove around my waist and I was pulled flush with his chest. "I'm going to take care of you, Lany. You know that."

I did, but that didn't make me feel any better.

"I'll be back, caro."

I huffed and looked around after the solid steel door closed behind Sal and I heard the beep that let me know it was locked. I suppose as panic rooms went, this one was pretty nice. It actually had two entrances, one from our bedroom and one from the twins' nursery.

Both doors were locked.

There was a small kitchenette, bathroom, a couch and TV, two bunk beds, and a full size bed for me and Sal. For a panic room, that was pretty good. My old panic room had a cot.

I flopped down on the couch and pulled out my cell phone. I sent out a quick text to Lyn. "How much trouble am I in?"

Lyn would know.

Whenever Sal needed help, he called in Lyn Philips, who used to be a member of his team, but now worked on the FBI's Cyber Crimes Division. He was a mastermind behind a computer screen.

I suspected Lyn would be moving back to the SWAT team sooner or later, especially now that he'd gotten things smoothed out with Sgt. Victor Clarke, the second in command of the SWAT team under Sal.

I jumped up when the door to the panic room opened. Sal walked in, a deep grimace on his face. "What's wrong?"

"I need your cell phone and your shoes?"

My eyebrows lifted quickly. "My shoes?"

"Hurry, Lany."

I handed over my cell phone then slid my shoes off and gave them to Sal. "Why do you need my shoes?"

"I'll let you know in a minute."

Ten minutes later, I was still waiting for an explanation.

I was back on the couch.

This time I was aimlessly flipping through TV channels.

Yippee.

When the door opened for a second time, Sal walked in with my cuddle blanket. "I need your clothes."

"My clothes?"

"Shirt, pants, underwear, everything."

I wasn't wearing any underwear.

Sal held out my blanket. "You can wrap up in this."

"You can't just bring me something to change into?"

"Not yet."

I slowly stood and started peeling off my clothes. "This is really starting to scare me, Sal. What reason could you have to take my clothes?"

"It's just a precaution, Lany."

"A precaution for what?"

Sal tossed the blanket on the couch then grabbed me by the arms. "Baby, I promise I'll explain all of this just as soon as I can, but time is of the essence."

I huffed. "Fine, but you'd better have a damn good excuse for all of this."

Sal shot me a quick smile as he took my clothes. "I do, Lany. I promise. All of this will make perfect sense soon."

I grabbed my cuddle blanket and wrapped it around me before flopping down on the couch yet again. "It had better."

I had ways of making Sal pay if it didn't.

Evil ways.

My balloon kung fu was legendary.

I got through two really insane afternoon talk shows before the door opened again. How people could watch those things, I would never know. I seriously didn't understand why I had been so fascinated. Didn't make sense.

I glanced toward the door when Sal didn't appear. Very few people knew the code to open the panic room door. It wouldn't open unless the code was typed in.

I swallowed tightly as I tossed the remote onto the couch then stood. "Sal?"

Nothing.

Not a single sound.

I took a hesitant step toward the door. Sal had told me to stay in the panic room until he came for me. He wouldn't have said that if it wasn't important.

Where was he?

"Sal?" I called out again.

When I didn't hear anything, I walked across the floor to the door. I had to peek around the edge to see out into our bedroom. Fear unlike anything I'd ever known—and I'd known a lot—swept through me when I spotted a foot.

"Sal?" I whispered as I took another step and pushed the door out of the way to get a better look. The sight that I found was so shocking to me, I didn't know whether to scream or run back into the panic room.

Sal lay spread out on the rug we had on the floor in front of the fireplace, buck ass naked.

He wasn't moving.

"Sal?"

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

"Do you have any weapons on you?"

"Of course not."

What was he thinking?

"I think I should frisk you just to be sure."

I groaned when Sal's big hands started moving over me. Even getting frisked by the man was erotic. His hands slid over my shoulders, down my arms, then over my chest before moving down to my abdomen and groin.

"I don't think this is how you frisk someone," I said when Sal spend several moments checking out my groin. I was panting, nearly blinded by lust, by the time he swung me around.

"You seem to have something in your pants." His eyebrow rose again. "Is it a weapon? It feels like a steel pipe. Those can be dangerous."

I smirked. "It could be."

I really wanted him to find out.

My tuxedo jacket was pulled down my arms, but got caught up on my hands. My shirt was next. It ended up caught by my hands as well. Both of them hung off my arms, leaving the top half of my body bare.

When Sal reached for the buttons of my slacks, I sucked in a breath.

My pants were unzipped and then yanked down to my ankles. Sal pulled my shoes and socks off and tossed them into the backseat. He did the same for my pants and my underwear. I stood there naked except for the cuffs and the shirt and tuxedo jacket hanging off my arms.

"Sal," I groaned.

Sal lifted me up and put me in the front seat. He brought the seatbelt around me and buckled me in before shutting the door and walking around to the other side. I was glaring by the time he climbed into the driver's seat.

I wanted more action, not driving.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked.

Sal started up the vehicle before turning to look at me. "You assaulted someone, caro. That requires punishment."

"I was defending myself and you know it."

"And that's why you are getting a reward."

I groaned when he reached over and wrapped his hand around my aching cock.

"As punishment, you have to make it home without coming. If you don't come, I will fuck you until you can't walk."

I whimpered.

Sal was touching my cock after all. Hell, he wasn't just touching it. He was moving his hand up and down my aching length, squeezing me.

I was going to combust.

"And if I come?"

I was pretty sure I would.

I had zero resistance to Sal's touch.

"Then I leave you buckled and handcuffed while I jerk off alone."

I groaned again as I dropped my head back against the seat.

I was gonna die!

Sal chuckled as he started driving. He had to remove his hand to steer us out of the loading dock area, but just as soon as we were on the street, his hand was back. Each gentle squeeze, each stroke of his hand, drove my arousal higher.

I whimpered when his fingers loosened until I realized they were moving down to my balls and then between my ass cheeks. I planted my feet on the dashboard and spread my legs as far as they would go.

When we stopped at a red light, Sal reached into the glove box and grabbed the tube of lube we kept in there. I drew in a shaky breath as I watched him squeeze some out onto his fingers before putting the open tube in the cup holder.

Once we got moving again, Sal reached over and slid his fingers between my ass cheeks again. This time, his slick fingers slid right into my ass. I couldn't move my hips because I was buckled in place and it was killing me. I wanted to fuck myself on those glorious fingers. 

I'd rather fuck myself on his cock.

"Sal," I whined. "Pull over."

"Nope."

He was killing me.

"Per favore?"

Sal chuckled. "Talking to me in Italian is not going to get you what you want, Lany. You still need to be punished."

This wasn't punishment.

It was torture.

At the next red light we had to stop at, Sal reached into the back seat. He came back with a small black butt plug.

"Where did you get that?"

Sal wiggled his eyebrows. "It got left in my bag the last time we fooled around in the car."

Huh.

Sal lubed it up and then reached down and pressed it against my tight ring of muscles. I sucked in a breath as he pushed it open. I was stretched, but maybe not that stretched. There was a bit of a burn.

"Okay, caro?"

I was beyond speech so I simply nodded.

With the butt plug occupying my ass, Sal moved his hand back to my dick.

I swear he hit every pothole in the road.

By the time we pulled up in front of the gates of our estate, I was a mess. I was so close to coming, beads of cum were gathering on the tip of my cock. I was so hard and engorged, I worried that my cock would snap in half.

"Sal."

"One more moment, caro."

I wasn't sure I had one more moment. I could feel my release building in my balls, growing stronger with each stroke of Sal's hand. One more pothole and I'd be done.

Once the gate opened, we drove up the driveway. Instead of parking in front of our mansion, Sal drove around back. We stopped momentarily as he used the remote to open the garage door and then drove inside.

Sal parked, hit the remote to close the garage door, then turned the engine off. He used the level on the side of his seat to slid it all the way back before unzipping his pants and pulling the edges back, revealing his hard cock.

I nearly swallowed my tongue when Sal grabbed the lube and dribbled some on his cock before lathering himself up. I bit my lip. Hard. The way his fingers glided over his long, thick, length made me shudder with need.

He unbuckled his seatbelt and then leaned over to do the same for mine. I cried out when Sal lifted me up, pulled the butt plug out, and then settled me on top of him so that I was straddling his lap.

"Aren't you going to uncuff me?"

Sal grinned as he shook his head. "No, I don't think so."

He lifted me up by my waist. When I came back down, goose bumps broke out over my entire body as I slid down his cock. I was right where I wanted to be.

Impaled on his dick.

I cried out as Sal filled me completely, touching the very depth and breadth of me internally. Sal began to thrust, slowly at first and then with greater speed.

My head fell back.

"Oh god, Sal, faster," I begged.

I groaned and dropped my head back when Sal complied and pounded into my eager body. When Sal dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, I tilted my head back and I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders as ropes of pearly white cum shot up into the air before falling and splattering all over Sal's chest and groin.

Sal stiffened before roaring out his release and filling my ass with hot seed. His hands tightened on my sweaty hips. Feeling like a pile of melted goo, words couldn’t describe my complete satisfaction.

Sal reached around me and unlocked the cuffs before lifting me up into his arms.

I settled his head on Sal’s chest. "You okay, Lany love?"

"Yeah," I managed to squeak out.

"Punishment over, caro."

I smiled.

He hadn't seen punishment yet.

I would have my revenge.