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An Erotic Vineyard Mystery. A romantic mystery that starts slowly, but
the passion builds as the plot unfolds. Homicide detective Lieutenant
Shauna Hawkins is in Vegas with her friends Ted and Lisa and has to
find out just who got married last night. As a lesbian, that might be
awkward. A series of dead bodies makes it a lot more serious. This has
a real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than just a
wanker.

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Chapter Fourteen: The finishing touch
(c) 2006 by Wine Maker


Sweeney walked out behind us and made eye contact with me. He jerked
his head to the right and raised an eyebrow. I nodded and followed him,
leaving Gretchen to settle the final details with her lawyer.

He stopped a few doors down and leaned back against the wall. "That was
an interesting show, Lieutenant. You really think that's what
happened?"

I shrugged. "It's the only story that fits, so I'll run with it."

He nodded and mulled a question before asking, "What would you have
done if the evidence said she did it?"

"Thank God it doesn't," I sighed. I thought about it for a moment, but
I already knew the answer. "I'd have hated it, but I would've
turned it over to you."

Sweeney smiled and planted his foot against the wall. "I figured you
would. It's good to know that you're a good cop. It makes me feel
better about breaking the rules to see you get what you needed."

I narrowed my eyes. "What are we talking about? Telling us the report
cleared Gretchen? That's more of a bent rule."

"Nah. I caught your boy, Leo, nosing around the precinct looking for
information," he said with a grin. "After I sweated him a bit, I
realized who he was, why he was hanging around, and what he was looking
for. So I gave it to him and kicked his sorry ass out the door. Not
that I'll ever admit it."

"Elvis?" I asked incredulously. "{i}You{/i} gave the CSI stuff to Leo?"
I wasn't easy to surprise, but Sweeney had just surprised the hell out
of me.

"Yeah, I did. Otherwise you'd still be twisting in the wind, waiting
for Jerk-off to hand it over. Hell, you'd be waiting for it for a long
time. He really wanted this trial. Now he just looks like the idiot he
really is."

"Yeah," I said, suddenly uncomfortable. Partly because I understood why
he'd done it; Sweeney reminded me a bit too much of myself, a good cop
pushing back against burnout. And partly because I dealt better with
people when I didn't owe them. I liked it much better when they owed
me. "Thanks. I won't forget it. If you need something, give me a call,
and I'll see what I can do to even us up."

"We'll see," he said. His grin didn't waver as he pushed off the wall,
and I realized that he knew exactly what I was thinking. He confirmed
it when he added, "I like being in the plus column, so I'll just let it
ride for now." He stared at me for a moment. "Don't make the mistake of
thinking this makes us pals. I don't like you and I don't like what
your kind are doing to the concept of marriage, but I couldn't let an
innocent woman take the hit. You go home and take care of her. Remember
her, and don't get screwed up at home like most cops do. Spend time
with her. You've seen the job destroy relationships. It'll happen to
you, too, if you aren't careful."

I stared at him, totally at a loss for words. He fired off a casual
salute, sauntered to the stairs and was gone before I could figure out
how to respond. I shook my head as I realized I actually liked the son
of a bitch.

Gretchen tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to look at her. "Zieter
went back in to get certified copies of everything. He said he'll have
them to us by tomorrow, and we can go home." She pulled me into a tight
hug. "I'm so proud of you. You showed all of them who's the top dog."

"I just spotted the inconsistencies," I said with a shrug. "The CSI
unit would've pulled that out in the final report. At least, I'm
pretty sure they would."

"Well, I don't care about them," Gretchen said with a kiss, her eyes
smoldering. "You're the one who found it first. You're the one who
saved me, Hawk. Thank you. Now, let's go home so I can show you exactly
how grateful I am. It's time to celebrate, honey!"

That sounded just right.

-----

We were walking in the door when Lisa called to tell us they had made
it home safely. She was ecstatic when I told her the case was closed
and Gretchen was off the hook. She, just like Gretchen, told me she was
sure I'd solve it. It was embarrassing.

I had just started to give Lisa the details when Hans came out and
Gretchen rushed into his arms.

"Daddy," she called, "Hawk did it. She solved the case! It's over!"

Hans held her and I told Lisa and Hans what happened at the same time.
Hans was obviously overjoyed that Gretchen had been cleared, but I
could tell that the news about Kat killing Cartwright weighed on him,
too. Gretchen must have seen it, too. With a look to me, she pulled
Hans into the Brown Room - to talk, I expected. I was glad to see them
taking the first steps towards repairing their relationship. It had
taken years to destroy, and would certainly take some time to heal.

After another minute or two, I told Lisa goodbye and wandered up to our
bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and thought about what Sweeney
had said during his parting comment. Cop marriages broke up on such a
regular basis, it was almost a given, a cliché. Homicide was among the
worst for it, too. The days and nights were long, and family time was
sometimes hard to get on a consistent basis.

I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, frowning, thinking. I
was still there when Gretchen came in a little later. She sat down next
to me and reached out for my hand.

"You look like you've been thinking," Gretchen said, her eyes
twinkling. "Haven't you done your share of that today?"

I rolled over on my side and shook my head. "No. I've only just
{i}really{/i} started thinking."

"Well, {i}that{/i} sounds ominous. Why don't you elaborate on that."

"We were going to have our talk tonight, but I think I'm ready for it
now," I said. "Something Sweeney said got me thinking about what I want
and what's really important. I want to have my say before we start
arguing."

"Are we going to argue?"

I nodded. "Yeah, we're going to argue, but probably not what you're
expecting us to argue about." I sat up and pulled her into my arms and
kissed her softly before I pulled away and got a chair to sit on. The
back of the chair was placed defensively in front of me.

"You don't have to move," Gretchen objected. "We can both sit and talk
on the bed."

"I want to be able to focus on what I'm thinking and saying, and I want
us to have a good view of each other," I said. "Body language and all.
The first thing I need to explain is what happened last night. Three
years ago, I was in a committed relationship with another cop, Sharon.
We lived together until she left me for another cop - a man - I think
she'd been seeing him on the side for awhile. She wanted a family, and
I couldn't provide that for her. I'm sure she dropped hints, but I just
wasn't ready to listen. Or I didn't want to believe what I was hearing.
When she left I was lost - adrift and devastated. I tripped over those
emotions again last night."

Gretchen's eyes misted, and she nodded. "Lisa told me about Sharon. You
felt rejected again."

I smiled sadly. "I should have known better, but I let my desires get
in front of what was best for everyone. I wanted so badly to have all
the people I love together and, in my usual way, I just bulled ahead
until I ran into a wall."

"It'll happen when the time is right," Gretchen reassured me. "Lisa's
right. We need to establish ourselves as a married couple just as much
as they do. Then, when {i}we're{/i} solid, we can have sex with them,
and it'll be about fun and friendship."

I nodded. "I know, but you deserved to hear {i}me{/i} tell you about
Sharon, about why that landmine from my past went off last night." I
felt tears sting my eyes and looked to the floor. Quietly, I added,
"And part of me worries that one day you'll find someone to give you a
family and leave, too."

"Oh, Hawk!" She jumped to her feet and pulled me into her arms. "No,
don't go down that road. You're my family now, and you have {i}our{/i}
baby inside you. If you're worried that I might want my own rug rat,
one way or another, I can get pregnant without having to be without
you. I know it's hard to understand, even for me. Even though we only
met a few weeks ago, even though I'd never considered a lesbian
relationship, I love you. I love you so deeply that I can't imagine
living without you."

I felt my stomach unknot slowly. I hadn't even realized it was all
clenched up. Fighting back my tears, I held her and kissed her. "I
suppose once bitten, twice shy," I said softly into her ear. Then I
pushed back and looked into her eyes. "You thanked me for saving you,
but Gretchen, in truth, you're the one who has saved me. Thank you for
loving me, for telling me, for talking to me."

Gretchen hugged me tight for a long, long moment, and then she let me
go and sat back down on the edge of the bed. "If we're having problems,
Hawk, you won't have to guess. I'll be telling you, screaming at you,
hitting you over the head if I need something or want something, and I
expect the same in return. No psychic estrogen 'you should have known'
or subtle hints. We both have to promise to just come out and tell each
other what we're feeling."

I sat down again and gave her a lop-sided smile. "You've been less than
forthcoming in the last week about some of the things driving you and
so have I. I think the idea of either of us spilling our guts just
because of {i}this{/i} is wishful thinking. We've both built walls to
protect ourselves and we're going to have to work our way past them."

"One step at a time," Gretchen agreed. "We each need to pick a place to
start and let each other in as fast as we're comfortable with. Now's
my turn. I know you have issues with me sleeping with my clients."

I nodded. "Yes, I do, and you have issues with me telling you what to
do about it. Well, I spoke to a friend," I paused, smiled as I realized
how warm that word made me feel, "someone who loves me, and this friend
explained something important to me. I'm not going to demand, but I do
want to ask, {i}ask{/i} you to not have sex with anyone but me until we
are settled, until..."

"Okay," she interrupted me.

"Okay?" I parroted stupidly.

"Yes, okay" she affirmed. "I won't sleep professionally with anyone
else from now on. Though, like Ted and Lisa, I hope we can find some
interesting people to share with each other on occasion. I {i}do{/i}
like men, too, and I know I'm not alone in that," she added with a
wicked smile. "I'll cut back on my client list as well. Maybe even
quit entirely someday."

I stared at her, my mouth agape. "Honey, that wasn't what I asked for!
I..."

She placed a finger on my lips. She smiled serenely at me. "Shhh. It's
okay, Hawk. I never would have offered it as long as you demanded it,
but you trusted me - loved me enough to {i}ask{/i}. I've never had
anyone love me that much before. My clients will have to learn to live
without me in their beds."

"Honey, I do love you, but I don't understand," I said. "Still, I don't
think you need to make radical, life-altering decisions like this on
the spur of the moment. Let's just go with things as they are for a few
months and then talk about it again."

Gretchen said nothing for a moment and then nodded. "Okay. We said we
would find someplace to start letting the other inside our walls. This
is as good as any. You see, all my life, someone was telling me what I
had to do, how I had to behave. When I was a kid, it was my mother and
father and I did what they wanted, what they told me to do. Later it
was Kat, and my father caved to whatever Kat wanted to do for the sake
of peace." She wiped her face and stared at the ceiling. "I slept with
one of my friends when I was fifteen. I discovered that I could get
affection and feel loved even by someone I wasn't {i}in{/i} love with.
It became a means to control my own life, at least the aspects I could
control. Defiance and connection; I had one only with the other."

I slipped off the chair and sat beside her, taking her into my arms.
She wept softly, but she didn't break down.

"When I graduated from high school, I moved out and went to Nevada to
put my mouth where my money was, so to speak," she said through the
tears. "Just like you have associations with being a cop and they are
important to you, being an escort has some for me. In a lot of way it
was the happiest part of my life, until I met you."

"And that's fine," I said softly. "Some things are too important to
force on someone else. I'll support you in whatever you want to do in
life, unless you plan to be a felon and then I'll beat you."

Gretchen laughed and hugged me again. "I'm sure you would, too."

Kissing her forehead, I pulled back a little. "That brings me to the
next thing I've decided. You don't need to move to Houston, if you
don't want to. I'm turning in my badge."

"What?!?" she said, alarmed. "You don't need to do that, Hawk. I'll
worry, but I won't ask you to give up what you love. You don't have to
do this just because I'm going to quit my job! Didn't you just say we
shouldn't make rash, life-altering decisions?"

"I did, but you don't know what it's like being married to a cop," I
said. "The hours I put in are killer. I've seen people who love each
other get torn apart because of the it, and I won't do that to us.
There is nothing else I could do that's more important than us." I took
a deep breath and covered her lips with mine as she started to speak. I
kissed her enthusiastically and thoroughly, but I didn't let the kiss
deepen or linger. When I broke off, I said, "No, it's the right
decision, and it has nothing to do with what you decide to do about
your job. I'd already decided before you walked in the room. I can find
something else to do. I have a private investigator's license in Texas
and can probably get one like it in Nevada. Vegas is your home and it's
going to be ours as well. I won't ask you to leave it for me, even
though I know you would."

"Well, I guess I can't make you," she admitted, "but I don't want you
to resent me for this. If you do, I bet we can find something more
classy than following cheating husbands around and taking pictures of
them at sleazy motels. We can make this work in Houston, or you could
transfer to Vegas and stay being a cop."

I shook my head. "No, since I'm going to have a baby, it's the right
time. I could ask for a desk job and get it, but I'd rather walk out at
the top of my game. If you want to stay in Vegas, we need to make a
trip down to Houston so I can get some of my things and pack up the
rest. And you need to see Ted's vineyard. That and meet his family. His
brother, sister and host of nephews. Plus I've got a few {i}friends{/i}
to introduce you to, just so you have an idea of what being a 'lesbian'
is like."

"That should be educational. You don't need get rid of anything. Vegas
will always be there and I'd rather live with you in Houston near our
friends. We'll find a bigger place there and you should keep your place
as a security blanket. God knows we all need a place to get away to at
some point or another."

I laughed. "You haven't seen my couch. I think most of the furniture
needs to be donated to Goodwill, even if we do live in Houston. There
are some pieces I want to keep and some clothes and knick knacks. And
my Harley. It's no sports car, but it's mine."

"Should I get a leather jacket or a shirt that says 'Hawk's Bitch'?"
she asked with a laugh. "Or get my own bike and learn to ride? A
tattoo, maybe?"

"I have one at home that says 'If you can read this, the bitch fell
off'," I said with a grin. We laughed for a moment and then Gretchen
surged to her feet.

"I think this is enough serious conversation for one day," she said
imperiously, pulling me to her. "It's time to celebrate. Now we can get
to know one another without some crisis over our heads. I told Vanessa
to take Kirk out to dinner. I told her that he loved her and she needed
to take a chance. It took half an hour of cajoling, but she's going.
Then I told Daddy and Ivan to get out. Devon is off for an evening on
the town with an old friend of mine that I think he'll find
entertaining, so that's everyone. We're here all alone. If the phone
rings, we ignore it."

"Just one question. How's your father doing?"

Gretchen sighed. "Not great. He is overjoyed for me and distraught over
Kat. The fact that she could kill is making him second guess everything
he ever thought he knew about her. The one thing I know about my daddy,
though, is that he will work through it and come out whole. It helps
that I'm back in the house, and happy." She cocked her head and looked
at me. "We're all going to be happy, Hawk, and if you'll just shut up,
I'll show you just how happy you can be right now!"

I felt my heart skip a beat and then speed up. A familiar warmth began
seeping into my belly. "That sounds very promising. Did you get our bag
from Lurch?"

Gretchen laughed. "Yes, and he was horribly embarrassed. You got him
dead on with that call. I had him put the bag in the closet, right
behind you."

"Then, let's get it out and give our toys a test drive," I purred. "I'm
not letting you go for quite a while."

Gretchen grabbed the bag and set it next to the bed before taking me
into her arms and kissing me deeply and thoroughly. Our bodies molded
together tightly and I let my hands roam across her back and down to
her firm ass. Her kisses became more heated and more aggressive as our
embrace continued until I thought I was going to run out of air.

I finally had to force her back so I could breathe. "God, I'm on fire,"
I moaned. "I want you so badly. I need you. I love you."

Gretchen took my face between her hands and kissed me softly. "I never
expected to love anyone," she whispered. "I love you, Shauna." I
decided then and there that Gretchen had an exemption to the 'No
Shauna' rule. Hearing her use my name made me ache for her and turned
me on even more.

With a slow certainty that hadn't been there the first time, Gretchen
began unbuttoning my blouse, kissing down the side of my neck as she
exposed my chest. Then she kissed down to the top of my bra-covered
breasts, making me pant with desire.

"Let's see if I can manage this right this time," she said with a sly
smile. Her hands encircled me and she had the bra loose in a few
seconds.

"Passable," I conceded, "but you need to practice until you can do it
one handed in the dark with your mouth full."

"Full of what," she asked, a glint of devilishness dancing in her eyes.

"This," I said, grabbing her and kissing her hard, my tongue forcing
it's way in past her soft lips to possess her mouth, dueling with her
lightning fast tongue. One of my hands pulled her blouse partly up and
made room for my other hand to snake back and pop her bra loose with a
practiced twist of the fingers. Then I let those same fingers trail up
and down her spine, raising goose bumps and spawning delighted shivers
throughout her body.

"You know just how to light my fire," she groaned, breaking our kiss to
pull her blouse and bra off, showing me those wonderful pink-tipped
tits.

"Now, I'm going to make love to you slowly until I have you screaming
for me to let you come," I said reaching over for the bag. "Close your
eyes and give yourself to me," I whispered seductively.

Gretchen smiled and closed her eyes. They stayed that way right up
until I slid the padded handcuffs through the headboard and snapped
them around her wrists. Then her eyes popped open in a hurry.

I smiled my predator's smile, powerful and sure. "My, my, look what we
have here - a beautiful woman totally under my control." The momentary
tension in her body melted at once.

"Oh, please, Mistress Shauna. Don't hurt me," Gretchen said with
feigned terror. "I'll do whatever you tell me, just don't hurt me."

"I'll do whatever I like, and you'll enjoy it," I assured her. "But
there is one rule. If you want me to stop something, we need a safety
word. The word for tonight is 'orange'. That way you can have all
the fun you want playing the scene and still stop me if you're
uncomfortable. Okay?"

Gretchen swallowed and nodded.

"Now," I said getting back to business, "the first thing I'm going
to do is have my fill of these nice, firm breasts."

I kissed my way down her chest, using my teeth to gently nip her and my
warm breath to tease her. I sucked her nipples to hardness and
experimented till I found out just how hard to bite them to make her
thrash around the bed and start begging me to do more.

"Oh, God!" she moaned, her head going from side to side, putting her
hair into a state of wild disarray and her back arching with need. "I
need you now, Hawk. Take me!"

I laughed throatily. "I don't think so. You're completely in my
power, and I'm not ready to let you come just yet."

She groaned in anguished need. "But Hawk!"

"Is my little slave girl going to be bad?" I asked sternly. "I don't
think she wants Mistress Shauna to punish her, does she?"

Gretchen laughed and shook her head. "No, Mistress Shauna. I'll be
good, but I need..."

I silenced her with a kiss. "This isn't about what you need, my little
slave. I'll tell you when I'm ready to see you come, and it won't be
anytime soon."

That elicited another anguished groan that I made louder by going back
to her sensitive breasts.

By the time I was done with them Gretchen had her legs clamped together
and was thrusting her hips to get friction against her pants. I judged
she wasn't too far from reaching glory, so I kissed my way down her
belly and undid her snap with my teeth. As I pulled her zipper down the
same way with an almost cruel slowness, she writhed uncontrollably.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" she said hoarsely, her eyes wild in the tangle of
blonde hair. "I'm so close!"

I chuckled evilly and took off her shoes, pants and panties. "I bet you
are, but I'm not ready for you to come yet." The truth was, the scent
of her arousal was making my mouth water and my clit throb. I wanted to
dive in between her legs so badly that I almost gave in. But I didn't.

"Before I allow you to come," I continued, "you'll be seeing to my
pleasure. Then, if you do well enough, I might, {i}might{/i} let you
come."

"Oh, God!!!" she almost screamed. "Hawk, please! Please?"

"Bad little slave," I said. "I'm not Hawk. I'm Mistress Shauna and
while those restraints are on, you better keep that in mind." I stood
up and stripped all my clothes off slowly while she watched me through
lust filled eyes, panting heavily. My panties were so wet they clung to
me.

Once I was ready, I climbed back on the bed and sat gently with my butt
on the top of her breasts, my knees straddling her arms and head. I
reached down and grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled her face
to my sex, being careful not to hurt her.

"Eat me, slave," I commanded. "Make me come hard enough, and you'll get
to come. Fail me, and I'll just leave you chained up for the night."

Gretchen dove in tongue first, more ferocious than I expected. Her eyes
burned into mine as she dug as deeply inside me as she could and then
did all kinds of things to raise my heart rate.

I threw my head back, grinding her lips into mine, mouth to sex, and
rode her unabashedly for my own pleasure. In what seemed like less than
a minute, I was struck by lightning, my body trembling convulsively as
I came. As it steamrolled over me, I looked back down into her blue
eyes, and she saw all the way into my soul.

Gretchen's head fell back to the pillow and she panted right along with
me. Never taking my eyes off hers, I licked her neck and started
kissing my way down her glorious body. "You've done well, my loyal
minion, and now you will be rewarded," I purred.

Her entire body twitched under my touch as I made my way south with
glacial slowness. As I settled between her thighs, Gretchen arched her
back and thrust herself at me, groaning again with need. I kissed her
inner thighs and damp mound. The heady scent of her arousal almost made
me groan.

Spreading her labia with my fingers, I slowly ran my tongue from the
base of her sex to her clit. I don't know what word to use for the
sound she made, but I was willing to bet it meant she approved. When I
slipped two fingers inside her and began thrusting, I discovered she
wasn't just wet, she was soaked. I grinned as I continued giving her
head. This was what it was all about. The feel of her heels rubbing my
back and urging me on was the stuff dreams were made of.

Taking my time and slowing as necessary, I made sure it was a long,
slow climb up the mountain for my wife. I wanted her to think she'd had
a stroke when she came. She begged and pleaded with me, but I stuck to
my guns. When she finally came, her heels beat a tattoo of unimaginable
pleasure on my back, I thought her thighs would pull my head off my
shoulders. She screamed and her body went crazy, twisting and
trembling.

When she collapsed, I didn't give her any peace. She told me to stop,
but I sucked my way through her sensitivity and brought her to a
simmering boil again and again. The orgasms coming one after another
until she was in the groove and having the proverbial multiple orgasms.
Then, after she was a pile of raw nerve endings, I kissed my way up her
body and reached for the keys. She didn't resist as I freed her from
her bondage or do more than make mewling noises when I took her in my
arms to kiss her softly.

After a little while, when she could finally speak, Gretchen murmured
in my ear. "I had no idea you could do that to me, Lover. If that's the
reward, I'll be your little slave girl any time you like. That was
mean, tying me up like that. I thought when you said some mild bondage,
you meant me tying you up."

"Variety is the spice of life," I quipped. "You get to have your
revenge the next time and tie me up for your pleasure."

Gretchen got up and stretched like a cat, and then pounced on me with
all the energy that great sex can give a woman. Surprised, I struggled,
but she had my hands locked cross-wise in the restraints before I could
get any leverage.

"Next time is now," she purred in her own pleased tones. "I'm not done
with you yet, my pretty."

I watched her climb off the bed with some alarm. The cuffs didn't hurt,
but I wasn't used to being helpless. Inside, part of me started to
panic a little bit, but I quashed it. I trusted Gretchen with my life.
The part of me that was used to being in control gave way to another
part of me that wanted - no, needed - her to take me, to use me.

"How does this thing fit on?" Gretchen said, picking up the mid-sized
strap-on dildo. "Ah, I see. Never mind." She slid it on and stood there
beside me, her artificial erection bobbing gently near my head.

Gretchen grabbed my hair and used her other hand to rub the latex
across my lips. "Suck my cock, Bitch." She said, both calmly and with a
thread of lust in her voice. "Suck it like it was Ted's. Make it nice
and wet, because in a few minutes, I'm going to fuck you with it."

I opened my mouth and took it partway in, making it slick with my
saliva. The nerves that ran between my mouth and my pussy were working
just fine, as I was suddenly on fire again. I bobbed my head and
quickly found myself lost in the sensation of giving head. I was so
into it, I was surprised when she pulled back and got on the bed. She
rolled me over, so that the cuffs were uncrossed and I was on my elbows
and knees.

"Now, my love, now I get to fuck the shit out of you," Gretchen said as
she settled in between my legs. "I bet you thought you would get to use
this first, didn't you? Well, turn about being fair play, I thought I
would learn all about this myself."

She worked the head of the lifelike dildo slowly up and down the length
of my sex, thoroughly exciting me. Then, gently, she inserted it into
me an inch at a time, one slow thrust after another, until its length
was buried deep inside me. I found myself thrusting back against her
and my internal muscles grasping the welcome intruder. Her hands
grabbed me by the hips and she began fucking me.

The sound of her hips slapping against mine sent a blast of heat
through me and I lost control. The feeling of being bent over and used
was both humiliating and incredibly arousing. She kept up a running
commentary on how sexy I was, how she enjoyed being inside me, how she
was going to make me come so hard that the top of my head was going to
explode.

She got her revenge on me for making her come again and again by
fucking me right through my orgasms. Riding over my groans to take me
higher and higher until I was on fire from the hair on my head to my
toes. When she finally slipped out of me and allowed me to collapse, I
was a twitching mass of flesh.

I could hardly focus on her, but I saw her standing next to the bed and
tried to raise my hands, to let her set me free.

She leaned over and kissed me gently. "I see you want loose, but I'm
not done yet. How can guys do this for so long? I have muscles aching
that I didn't even know I had. This fucking business is more work for
guys than I gave them credit for."

Watching on in a pleasure fogged, but confused state, I wondered what
she was talking about. Gretchen pulled off the strap-on and replaced
the thrusting head with the small one. My eyes widened in shock. She
was going to fuck me up the ass!

"Uh, Gretchen..." I started.

Gretchen covered my lips with her finger. "I'll be gentle, but right
now, you don't have a choice. You're mine to use as I see fit. You're
under {i}my{/i} power, Hawk. Unless you'd like to call an
'orange' about it."

Her voice rekindled the lust in me and I nodded, though I still had my
misgivings. I'd taken it up the ass before, but it had been a while.
She stepped into the bathroom and came back out with some water-based
lube, using her hand to cover the small prick completely and jack off
for me at the same time. "I want you to feel as good as I do, Hawk, and
for that, I want to leave you so sated that you can hardly walk."

As she moved back behind me, I buried my face in the pillow. Either I
was going to scream in pain or pleasure. Maybe both.

I jumped a little as her cold, slick finger worked inside me,
lubricating my ass for her. I focused on relaxing the rings of muscle
for the ride ahead. I blanked my mind and was pretty open when she
began working the small dildo into me. The sudden feeling of fullness
and her control made me groan in pleasure, but she instantly stopped.

"Are you okay?" she asked with some concern.

"Yeah, never better," I husked. "Go slow, but don't stop. I'll tell you
when to go faster.

Gretchen worked herself into my ass one thrust at a time until she was
all the way inside me. Then she began slowly thrusting into me, letting
me adjust to the feeling of fullness.

In a few minutes, I was telling her to go faster and faster until she
was pounding me hard and deep. The wild mixture of feelings that were
rushing through me, along with the amazingly pleasurable sensations,
made me do something I'd never done before, though I'd seen Gretchen do
it. I threw my head back and screamed my pleasure.

My wife kept riding me, going so far as to reach up along my back and
take two handfuls of my hair and pull my head back.

"Take me," she screamed. "Take all of my love!"

The next orgasm, when it rolled over me, made my vision dim with its
intensity. I collapsed under Gretchen and when I could finally focus,
she had me out of the cuffs and into her arms.

"Ohmigod, Gretchen," I whispered. "I've never felt like that before."
Looking into her eyes, I smiled, at peace. "I love you."

She kissed me softly on the lips. "I love you, Shauna, wife of my
heart. Now and forever."

And that was just what I needed and wanted to hear. I was home at long
last.



The End

Author's Note:

I hope you've enjoyed the story. Please chack out my next story,
already in, 
Playing Doctor.

Regards,

Wine

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