Final Justice

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An Excerpt From: FINAL JUSTICE

Copyright © GWEN CAMPBELL, 2009

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Her heels clicked on a concrete floor—a hollow sound that told her the room was empty, windowless. He flicked on a switch and she heard him moving around. After a moment, he undid her blindfold. He was now wearing a black mask with holes for his eyes, nose and mouth. The space was curtained off by floor-to-ceiling black drapes. A metal-capped light fixture, straight out of a fifties spy movie, hung from the middle of the room, bathing a circle of concrete floor in bright light. Only one thing was visible in the middle of the light—a horizontal post about four feet off the floor, supported by a wide-legged frame bolted to the floor at both ends. There were chains, with metal cuffs on the ends of them, attached to the bottom of the supports, one on either side.

Holly tried to turn and bolt for the door, but her mystery cop had already anticipated her reaction. Had probably orchestrated it. He pulled up on her cuffs, forcing her to lean forward or topple over. With the other hand, he shut the door and slid a key into the lock.

“Tsk, tsk, Nurse Arden,” the big cop admonished her quietly and let her go. “And here I thought we had an agreement? You let me play with you…and I don’t send you to prison for eight to twelve. Hmm?”

Oh he was good. Mind you, that bondage paraphernalia had given her a start but the whole setup was so decadently spooky that she had to fight to keep the corner of her mouth from turning up.

“There’s been a mistake, I tell you,” she protested hotly and, for the first time in her adult life, was thankful she’d taken that cheesy drama class her last year of high school. Turned out the course was useful for more than just an easy credit. “I’m innocent.”

“Hmm…you don’t look very innocent to me, Nurse Arden. But let’s look at the evidence…”

Peter circled her slowly, enthralled by her wide blue eyes following the sound of his voice. Her every sense was tuned to him. He could almost feel her nerve endings, alert with anticipation. Waiting. Wondering. Wanting.

“Attempting to bribe a police officer. Solicitation—”

“Solicitation?” Holly barked in outrage.

“Solicitation, Miss Arden. Quid pro quo. You offered to do me in exchange for leniency.”

“Your imagination is getting the better of you, officer,” Holly countered hotly. “I didn’t offer to do you, you offered to do me.”

“Semantics…besides, who’s a jury going to believe—a fine, upstanding law-enforcement officer with an impeccable record or a wanted fugitive with a history of bribery? Add to that drug possession with intent to distribute—”

“Hey! The stash was too small for distribution. Personal use only.”

Peter had to put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing. Holly was even more delightful than he’d imagined. “Well, we’ll leave that open for debate,” he managed to say without cracking up.

“Don’t forget speeding,” she shot back. He wasn’t the only one grinning now.

“I was going to let you off on that one with a warning,” Peter said, “because those legs of yours and those hot red shoes turn me on so much.”

A gush of wetness soaked Holly’s panties and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from moaning.

“And since I am turned on by you, Miss Arden, I want to see more of you.” Pete stepped up behind her and removed her handcuffs. “Take your clothes off.”

“No!”

“Hmm…yes,” he murmured, drifting back into the darkness. He pulled back a section of curtain, revealing a rough, wooden workbench. He set the handcuffs down on it slowly. Each pronounced clank and ping of metal on metal made her quiver. “Take them off and start with that soft, tight sweater.”

“You are high.” Holly rubbed her wrists then crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.

Her mystery cop rushed at her out of the semi-darkness. His chest collided into her back. His arms came around her. One hand rested on the base of her throat, the other anchored around her abdomen. “The alternative isn’t pretty, Holly,” he whispered hotly. “You, thrown in general-population lockup for forty-eight hours in a tiny, sweaty cell with massive bull dykes who’ll slap you around until you can’t take it anymore. Then they’ll drop their pants and shove your face into their pussies until they come all over your chin.” Peter moved his hand over her mound lightly, loving the quiet sigh she let out—the way her hips rolled lightly against his palm.

“And the alternative is better? You shoving your face into my pussy until I come all over your chin?” Holly challenged breathlessly.

“Much,” Peter murmured and feathered his lips across the back of her ear then let go of her and stepped back into the darkness. “Sweater, Miss Arden. And don’t make me tell you again,” he said with deceptive calmness.

Grinning now and getting into the spirit of the fantasy he was weaving around her, Holly took hold of the hem of her sweater and raised it, one side then the other, revealing her toned abdomen before sliding it back down. She tugged just a little, drawing it tight over her breasts before starting to raise it again.

“Tease,” Peter whispered as he moved around her, loving the way her body looked from every angle, the cockiness of her stance, one shapely leg thrust forward defiantly, the singular beauty of her golden-red hair gleaming under the naked light bulb.

“Maybe…” Holly taunted as she lifted her sweater higher and stroked the bottom of her breast when it came into view. “For you, officer. I like to tease you.”

“Don’t call me officer,” Peter corrected her gently.

“What should I call you? You won’t tell me your name.”

“Sergeant. Call me Sergeant.”

This time Holly did moan when another gush of cream flooded her panties, seeping right through and wetting the tops of her thighs. Oh he was so definitely good. Even remembering what rank her Sergeant Peter Leighton held and making her use it.

“All right…Sergeant,” Holly agreed then tossed her head back and smiled as she squeezed her breast. “Do you like what you see? Am I penitent enough for you?”

“Penitent?” Peter laughed softly. “Hardly. But you are beautiful. And for this night, all mine.”