:: Fourth of July ::
Sarah MacKenzie hurried up the sidewalk as fast as the crowds, her tight black dress and her three-inch heels would allow. Furtively, she glanced behind her and groaned. She wondered, NOT for the first time, how Harriet Sims could be so confused about her friend from church, Kenny Teesedale. "Oh come on, ma’am. He’s a really nice guy. He tells the funniest stories and I think he’s rich. Besides, he’s kinda lonely and you…" With everything happening in Harriet’s life right now, Mac hadn’t had the heart to refuse the blind date. Mac was lonely. It had been over a year since Mic left and six months since that one incredible night with Webb. When she groaned this time, it was for an entirely different reason. She couldn’t think about Webb now. It only made her angrier than she already was. She didn’t think she could ever get lonely enough to consider doing with Kenny what she had vaguely hoped might happen tonight. She was very glad she had insisted upon meeting him at the quiet, pricey little restaurant near the river in Alexandria. She doubted if she would ever show her face there again. He was so loud that when one couple had sat down they looked askance at Mac and Kenny and got right back up, telling the waiter they had changed their minds. Finally, after explaining AGAIN why she didn’t want an after-dinner drink she tried to ditch him at the table. Her attempts to pay for her part of the meal were met with a "What, are you nuts? You think you’re dating a pauper here?" That declaration stopped all conversation in the dining room. "Well, Mr. Teesedale, it was certainly an interesting evening, but I have to catch a early flight out tomorrow," she lied, rising to her feet. "Oh yeah? Hey, what is it you do, anyway? You a stewardess or something?" "Can’t fool you," she gritted out. "Hey, no problem, come on I’ll drive ya home." "No, no. That’s not necessary, I only live a few blocks away." No way was she letting him anywhere near her apartment in Georgetown. She didn’t give him a chance to argue, but she wasn’t surprised to find him following her, like a randy puppy hoping for a second chance. She really wasn’t afraid of him [[shit after that prisoner in Afghanistan, Kenny is an amateur]]. Of course, thinking of the incident in Afghanistan made her think about Webb and her anger grew. She had been willing to pursue what they had started Christmas night. But the next morning, he had been more awkward than she had been around Coates. Then the call from Harm had come and he slipped out the door. She hadn’t seen him until the Tribunal and by then he was acting toward her just like nothing had happened. Even after he had saved her life. "Damn it, stop this." There just wasn’t enough time anymore. [[Which makes tonight even more of a GODDAMN! Disaster. God! What a waste of two hours, five minutes and two seconds.]] She needed to lose Teesedale, or make a scene. She eyed several coffeehouses, bars and fine art stores open late to catch the summer tourist trade. She was just passing a discretely elegant storefront. It had no display windows and only a gold name plaque, which she couldn’t read in the glare of the street light. The door pushed open and a tall broad-shoulder man with just a fringe of fine brown hair, wearing suit and wire rim glasses, led a petite redhead outside. Both of them had eyes only for each other and the man stepped right in Sarah’s path to pull the redhead into a tight embrace. [[Lucky bitch!]] Considering the two a good omen, Sarah stepped inside. :: :: ::
Clayton Webb stood on the street corner trying to regain his composure. He really would have to have a long talk with his mother about fix up dates. This one had been a disaster and he had never been so happy to be interrupted by a phone call from the office. Excusing himself to the bored bleach-blond, Bostonian socialite, he quickly dealt with the minor problem in Sri Lanka. However, when he returned to the table he wore a look of sad remorse. "Oh, Miss Summers, I am so very sorry. That was the office and there is a crisis. They just can’t seem to fix it without me. I’ll be happy to pay for your cab back to Rosslyn, of course." Her arched look said, ‘Damn straight you will.’ Thankfully, she seemed as nonplused by the evening as he. He stalked down the street angry that his high hopes for the evening had ended so badly. He had wanted nothing more than to have a nice dinner, perhaps drink a little too much and lose himself for a few hours. After the cold gray of Russia and the hot dusty brown of Afghanistan, he had wanted someone to laugh with, dance with and yes, even take home to bed. Everyone around him seemed to be with someone. Couples, families or just groups of friends seemed to be having a ball. Leaning against the side of a Ben and Jerry’s he paused to watch the ebb and flow of happy people, feeling more apart than he normally did. He tried hard not to think about a certain Marine Colonel. Ever since Christmas he had tried hard to stay away from her. He had no idea what happened that night. But even after she had insisted he return to her bed, he had known it was a bad idea; bad on so many levels. The world situation was too much. Besides, he had always been in such tight control of his life. He had recognized a similar need for control in her, even though she had submitted to being tied down by him while he pleasured her. His cock twitched at the memory and he viciously bit the inside of his cheek. "That’s new," he muttered when he noticed the elegant entrance into what had been a national potpourri and soap chain store. He couldn’t remember how long it had been there. But then, a new store three blocks from his townhouse just didn’t compare with a ‘dirty’ bomb trying to explode over the Gulf Fleet. Clay thought he recognized the tall bald man exiting the shop. But before he could make the connection his eyes lit on the willowy brunette who was staring at the man and the redhead he was sucking on like a pacifier. "Mac?" Webb groaned. After Christmas, he had even stayed out of Georgetown so as to not run into her on the occasional weekend when he was actually home with nothing to do but consider the emptiness of his life. As she glanced behind her, Webb unerringly found her pursuer. From her look he felt certain he didn’t need his gun to protect her. Even though the guy looked like a complete doofus, a flash of jealousy and anger gnawed at his gut. [[Well, YOU could have called her.]] "Yeah right." He watched with interest as Mac surveyed her surroundings and quickly entered the shop that the, [[Oh yeah]] Assistant Director of the FBI and his girlfriend had left. He grinned as Mac’s stalker ran passed the elegant storefront and rounded the corner. Figuring she was safe, Webb started to head home when a long black limousine pulled up to the store. The backdoor opened and one of the most powerful congressmen in DC emerged. Reaching in he helped a very young and incredibly beautiful woman out. [[Now I know damn good and well that isn’t your wife.]] Quickly the two stepped up to the door and entered. Webb waited another ten minutes and when Sarah didn’t return, curiosity got the best of him and he made his way across the street. :: :: ::
Miss Lucille was very happy. The new store was doing quite well and it was awfully sweet of Walter and Dana to stop by. She greeted the congressman and his secretary, warned them both to be very naughty and let Miss Lewis escort them upstairs. Most people were intimidated by the façade of the building, which was fine with Lucille. A few tourists happened to stumble in. They would take one look at the VERY pricey lingerie, hold up a piece or two, but then leave. Even now, there were only five or six people – well not including the girls from Atlanta. "Cherlynn, you do not need another one of those teddies." "Now Beth Ann, you just hush now, we’ll get upstairs to the toys soon enough, land sakes." "Ellyn, honey, you think Big Al would like this?" The buxom matron, who looked like she was dressed for the DAR convention in town, held up an electric blue shortie set. "If we don’t get movin’ here ladies we are going to miss the opening prayer." One of the women said piously, her head bowed over several pairs of thongs. Five giggles met that ridiculous warning and the convention goers returned to gathering merchandise. No, most of Miss Lucille clients came from word of mouth from other satisfied customers from all over the country. A few, like the congressman, came because they could. [[Oh well, the price of business.]] But, Miss Lucille had a mission. That was to make women feel good about themselves by exploring their sexuality and releasing their pent-up repressions. Miss Lucille could spot a pent-up repression a mile away. She stood off to one side and watched the tall, willowy brunette with a posture that Lucille’s momma would be proud to show off at the Savannah cotillion. But, like a lot of beauties, the woman didn’t look very happy. When she first walked in, she had looked pissed and annoyed. She stood off to one side of the door, waiting. When it opened and the only people to walk in were the congressman and his date, she visibly relaxed and finally looked at the merchandise around her. Lucille grinned as she touched the soft blue teddy, picked it up to consider it, sigh, and replace it – BEFORE she even saw the price tag. Miss Lucille briefly wondered about who hadn’t come in that door and if the woman was relieved or upset. Sarah sighed at the beautiful negligee and underwear surrounding her. She used to have a secret passion for wearing sexy bra and panty sets under her uniforms. Dalton had really appreciated it. Mic, with his Australian outlook had grinned and said, ‘Oh love, I prefer you naked.’ Since the war started, she had gone back to very utilitarian white cotton. She remembered the last time she had worn sexy underwear and a flash of pain skirted across her face as she remembered the ghost of Christmas past. "Now Suga’ what man has put that look on your face?" A soft southern drawl broke into Mac’s reverie and she turned to find a tall regal blond standing just behind her. Dressed in a simple blue dress. Her only adornment was a long strand of pearls. Mac started to stiffen and demand, ‘excuse me.’ But the amusement and understanding that flashed in the deep brown eyes caused her to sigh, "How about every damn one of them." "Oh honey, I hear that." Lucille laughed lightly. "So tell me, how’d y’all find my little place here?" "Your place? Oh, it’s very nice." Mac breathed in the gentle scent of gardenia that just barely kissed everything around her. "Well, you see this man was following me." "Following you? Do we need to call the police?" "Oh no. I can handle it. I just didn’t want to. So anyway, your door opened and a man and woman were in my way so…" Her voice trailed off and Mac shrugged and looked around some more. "You really have a nice selection here." "Here? This little bit?" Lucille prided herself on being an excellent judge of character and quickly decided that this young woman was her next project. After her rousing success with Dana and Walter, Lucille was itching for a new project. "So, honey, what’s your name?" Mac stared into the gentle eyes and felt a kindred spirit. She gulped, "Ma…Sarah." Lucille wondered if the woman had been about to give her real name and then decided on an alias or visa-versa. "Well, Sarah, I’m Lucille. Would you like to see the rest of the shop?" "There’s more?" "Oh. Jest a little." Lucille led Mac over to the elevator and punched in a code on the keypad. As they stepped into the silk lined cage Lucille said, "I do hope I won’t shock you, honey." :: :: ::
Webb could just barely make out the script, "Miss Lucille's Lingerie Boutique and Spa." "Oh hell, she’s having a facial," he muttered as he started to turn away. But then, somewhere in the back of his mind a very quiet alarm went off. Curiosity, more than panic, made him push open the door. The gentle strains of classical music caught his ear. The lights were bright enough to discourage shoplifting but really quite soothing until he realized just what he was looking at. Small racks strategically placed held sheer teddies, lacy bra and panty sets and other sexy clothing. To the back of the stop he spotted the men’s section. He quickly scanned the shop. There were perhaps ten people in all not including a clerk who was helping one couple. Five boisterous women were having a grand time piling purchases into the arms of another clerk, perhaps twenty or twenty-one, wearing an embarrassed exasperated look. Webb carefully ran the perimeter of the shop. He snorted at some of the men’s thongs on display. When he was back near the front of the store his worry began to return. There was only one public entrance. He had thought that Mac might be trying on something. That idea stirred his cock again as he imagined her in the tiger print thong and demi-bra set. The clerks were busy enough that they ignored him. Most people did when he wanted them to. He spotted the elevator but realized he would need a code to use it. He was just about to give up and ask how to get upstairs. "Cherlynn, Beth Ann and I are goin’ upstairs now. I’ve got enough teddies that Bubba never lets me wear for more than two minutes anyway. I promised him I would bring him home something special." "Fine, Charlene." One of the women called, not even looking up from the swimsuit she was eyeing. "Ma’am, you need a code…" one of the clerks called out. "Never mind, Lee Lee," the girl who was helping the five women sighed, "Mrs. Beaumont knows the codes at both shops." "Honey, I remember the day Lucille put in those codes. I kept losing my damn key card." Webb considered his options. The elevator was in clear view of the store and even as he managed to clearly read the code Mrs. Beaumont punched in, he knew he would be spotted anyway. So deciding to brazen it out, as the doors swung open he approached the two ladies with a sheepish grin on his face. "Do you mind if I ride up with you? My wife is probably angry at me for being late as it is." The two women eyed each other as they stepped back to allow Webb to enter. Bursting into laughter one said, "Oh honey, I just bet she will punish you something awful for that." Webb had no idea why, but he found himself blushing furiously. "Oh don’t worry sweetie, if she gets too mean, y’all come down to Atlanta and look me up." The other woman purred. "Charlene!" "Oh hush, Beth Ann." There was no way for Webb to allow the two women to get off before he did, not without an awkward dance. So as soon as the doors opened on the second floor, he stepped off and waved them ahead of him. "Lucille, honey those nipple clamps were wonderful, the mayor’s wife wants me to pick her up a set." Charlene called out. Webb stepped behind a tall frame, not realizing what it was at first. Draped in silk scarves, he looked at it closely, finally realizing it wasn’t a display rack for the scarves. [[Holy shit!]] As Webb’s eyes adjusted to the even dimmer lighting up here he gradually made out the wrist and ankle restraints. By then he had remembered all about Miss Lucille and her Georgetown shop. It had been several years previous. He had followed the daughter of the Greek consul, who they suspected was selling state secrets to the Albanians. It turned out that she and the son of the Albanian consul met in one of the upstairs rooms at Miss Lucille’s, every Wednesday afternoon. Miss Lucille had been a firecracker. Webb, who had presented himself as a FBI agent, never wanted to face her again. He remembered her angry drawl. "Honey, get a grip. They are up there doin’ what men and women have been doin’ forever. Hell, even your momma and daddy did it – at least once." When he had made the mistake of suggesting the FBI should be allowed to record the proceedings, she had taken a horsewhip to him and chased him out of the shop. Three days later, before he was forced to pursue the matter, they discovered the real leak. Now he looked over the collection of sex toys. The two women he had rode up the elevator with were off to one side fingering a latex bondage suit. The only other people present were two women standing, with their backs to him, in front of a large display of whips, paddlers, collars, and restraints. The smell up here seemed to be mixture of leather and sex. The blond was showing the brunette a long leather crop. [[MAC?!!!!]] Sarah stood gazing up at the wall of leather goods. She had been embarrassed at first but Miss Lucille’s running commentary had eased her discomfort and she found the woman most charming. "Now, honey, you strike me as a woman who is successful in her career." Sarah wasn’t about give name, rank and serial number, but she did nod her head. "You could say that." "And you hold your own at work, I would imagine." "Yes, ma’am." "But?" Mac raised an eyebrow and met the concerned look that seemed to see into her darkest places. "But?" "Oh, honey. Who was that man followin’ you?" Mac sighed. "A blind date." "I see. Awful?" "The worst I can ever remember." Mac reached out and touched a wicked looking leather whip. "That’s a deerskin flogger." Miss Lucille supplied. "Why would anyone let someone do that to them?" Mac looked at the blond, interest finally overcoming her shyness about such things. "Why Suga’, you never just let go and let someone else take control?" Mac thought about all the men who had control over her life. The Marine Corps and now Admiral Chegwidden held sway over her career and day to day life. Harm had control over her emotional life; evidently, she had given that to him the day she admitted to Sturgis Turner that she was in love with Harmon Rabb, Jr. She considered that statement now and wondered if she was holding on to something that wasn’t there. He certainly wasn’t making any overt moves to move forward. Their working relationship was now almost back to where it had been before Australia. She realized she liked that. She also realized that perhaps one of the things keeping her and Rabb apart was that she really had no desire to relinquish any control to him. He certainly would never do so to her. Only one man had completely controlled her physically – ever. Her lips pulled tight across her teeth as she remembered the way Webb had tied her hands over her head and proceeded to make her cum, over and over again. "Too often." She snapped. Lucille had watched the play of emotions cross Sarah’s face. "Let me guess, you’re in the military." At Mac’s shocked look, Lucille reached out and took the flogger and ran the leather tails over Mac’s skin. "Oh honey, don’t worry. You don’t have to say yes or no, but I’ve seen it before. You certainly wouldn’t like being on the receiving end of this, but I just bet you wouldn’t mind being the one deliverin’ the discipline." Before Mac could answer, a tiny chime could be heard nearby. "Excuse me, honey." Miss Lucille walked behind a wall. Mac began to lightly slap the flogger across her arm, trying to gauge how it would feel. She had never thought about the whole bondage scene. Not really. Well maybe a stray story or two on the Internet late at night when her imagination wasn’t enough to ease the throbbing need between her legs. Maybe she would buy a vibrator. She started to walk over to the waterfall display of plastic and glass cocks when Miss Lucille returned. "Oh dear, darlin’ you need to be more careful where you lay that thing." Mac looked down at her arm and gasped. "Oh. I didn’t really even feel it." she whispered as she stared at the tiny red marks on her arm. "Oh it goes away soon enough." Lucille took the flogger, replaced it and handed make a long wide, supple paddle. "Now this. This will leave your whole fanny burning quite nicely. See, one side is leather and the other is sheep fleece to soothe the redness." Mac sighed. "So the whole point to this is to make someone so mad at the pain that they…" "Oh honey, not mad. The pain allows them to let loose and just let it all go. There are all kinds of release, Sarah - sexual and emotional. Sometimes, if you’re lucky you get to experience both at the same time." "But only if you’re willing to be beaten." Mac finished bitterly. "Or, being the one willin’ to do the beatin’." Lucille grinned slyly. Lee Lee had called and told her about the man who had followed her old friends up the elevator. She lowered her voice. "Sweetie, there’s a man standing just off to the left of us, over there by the latex paint and massage oils. Turn around real quick and tell me what you would like to do with him." Sarah started to groan. [[Kenny, you son-of-a-bitch]] She turned around. All the color drained from her face and she felt her knees grow rubbery. "Hello, Mac." "Webb!" "Hey, I know you. You’re that cowardly, sniffling little liar of a…" Lucille had a 18 inch cat o’ nine tails in her hand before Webb even tore his eyes away from the startled Marine. "This is the man who was followin’ you?" she snapped. "Charlene, Beth Ann?" The two, forty-something, southern belles had been watching for a few minutes and both of them rather pitied the handsome man. "Yes, Lucille?" Charlene called back. "Y’all come back tomorrow. Tell Miss Lewis that I’m having a private showing up here." "Oh dear. Well, you sweet man, y’all might need that tender lovin’ sooner than you thought. Come on Beth Ann." "Now, ma’am." Clay began, but the snap of the leather against the wooden whipping post stopped him. Lucille started to advance upon Webb, an evil glint in her eye. She had no intention of really hurting the man. Once the door closed on Charlene and Beth Ann, she snarled, "What does the CIA want with my friend here, boy?" Webb thought seriously about pulling his gun on her, but Mac reached out and halted the angry woman’s progress. "That’s okay, Miss Lucille. I know him. I know what he does and trust me. He has no interest in me at all. Do you, Clay?" "Now, Mac." He took a step forward but at the low growl in Miss Lucille’s throat he took a step back. "I just came in here because I was worried about you." "Excuse me?" Mac snapped. "How the hell did you know I was in here? Is this place under investigation? By the CIA? For what?" "Yes, darlin’, I would like to know that myself." Lucille demanded. "Oh for God sake!" Webb put his hands on his hips and, ignoring the shop owner, yelled at Mac. "I saw you running down the street trying to get away from the lounge lizard, okay? I saw you come in here and…" thinking fast, he lied. "I thought I would wait for you and see if you wanted to have a cup of coffee. I got worried when you didn’t come out." Mac snorted. "Yeah right. Why? You have a lousy blind date too?" She saw the look on his face and knew. "Well whose fault is that, Webb? Huh? You seemed to have lost my home phone number. Hell, you seemed to have forgotten that night entirely." Webb blushed and whispered, "No I haven’t." "Then why, DAMN IT!" Tears nearly choked her. "Damn you. You gave me more that night than anyone has – ever. It was never better with anyone. Everything, not just the sex. I had fun that night. I laughed that night. You made me forget…" Bitterly, he finished for her, "Harmon Rabb." "Stop it! Maybe. But he wasn’t with us then. He wasn’t at the table when your mother was talking about your years at Harvard. He wasn’t in the car with…" she sighed and knew she was lying. "You could have tried," she finished. Handing the paddle to Miss Lucille she started for the elevator. Quickly, he judged what Lucille might do, then shrugged and reached out for Mac. "Please." He whispered as he touched her arm. "Don’t, Webb!" She jerked away. "Just don’t. You hurt me. You never called and when I saw you again on…" she stopped herself, unwilling to break security even now. "When I saw you again, you acted like nothing had ever happened." "Well excuse, me for thinking our jobs…ouch, Jesus H. Christ!" He spun around, rubbing his ass as he did. "Are you crazy!" The flogger flashed through the air again, not missing his crouch by much. "You hush up." "Hey, how the hell did you know I was CIA?" he demanded, trying to take the offensive. "You think I don’t have friends in this town, boy? Now turn around. Miss Sarah isn’t done with you yet." Mac smiled sadly. "Yes I am, Miss Lucille." Webb gulped. "Look, Mac…shit! Would you stop with that already!" He gasped as the whip slashed across his ass again. "Show some respect, boy. What kind of name is that for a beautiful sexy woman like that." "It’s her name, dam…" The whip stopped him and he really considered pulling his gun. "It’s my work name, Clay. You didn’t call me Mac that night. You didn’t call me that when you tied my hands over my head. You called me Sarah." "Oh so you like to tie women up?" Miss Lucille asked coolly. Webb gulped again and edged further away from Lucille. "Look…Sarah…you want to go get a cup of coffee?" "Why, Webb? So you can decide what we’re going to do tonight?" "Hey. If I remember correctly you invited me to your bed." He just evaded the slash of the flogger. "What do you want to do? Punish me? You want to tie me up? Let Miss Lucille extract your pound of flesh for you?" Mac raised her eyebrow and snapped. "If I want to punish you, Webb, I will extract my own pound of flesh." He was so sure of her, he moved closer. "Is that what you want to do, Mac? You want to tie me up? I’ve never done that. You want to be my first?" She might have wavered. Might have just sighed and agreed to have coffee with him. His voice was soft and low and seductive, just like it had been that night when he brought her to the peak and kept her there with his voice, his hands and his tongue. But, the tiny, knowing sneer on his face made her bold. "Your decision, huh Clay? You’re right. I led you to my bedroom, I agreed to put my hands over my head for you. What are you willing to do for me?" A triumphant smile lit Lucille’s face. [[Damn, girl, you’re a fast learner.]] Webb took a deep breath. He had never been so turned on in his life. Here he was, standing in the middle of a high-class sex store negotiating bondage and god knew what else with the one woman who ever meant more to him than a one night stand. Of course, that’s the way he had treated her anyway. She had tried hard to talk to him that night in the prison camp. She hadn’t tried again. He knew what he had to do if he was going to make it up to her. He just wondered how much of his punishment would really be directed at the other men in her life. "You sure you’re up to it, Sarah?" He let the sneer creep into his voice. All the color seemed to drain from Mac’s face. [[He’s not! He is? Oh my God.]] She started to turn and flee but the soothing southern drawl broke in again. "Boy, go stand over there by the butt plugs. Pick out a nice one for yourself." Webb looked at Mac, waiting for her to decide. "Go on," she managed with as steady a voice as she could. Nodding, he walked over to the display between two lace-curtained windows. Instead of contemplating the sex toys before him though, he looked through the sheers and studied the night scene below him. "Lucille," Mac hissed, "I don’t think I can do this. Not what you said." "Oh, honey. The man’s besotted with you. Can’t you see that? He’s willing to do this. But more importantly, I think he wants you to do this. Remember what I told you about release. Honey, that man is so tightly wound he might need this more than he needs the sex afterwards. Though I’m willing to foot the entire bill if the sex afterwards isn’t the best either of you have ever had." Mac thought back on that night and grinned wolfishly. "Ma’am, I should tell you this. Whatever else I am, I’m a lawyer and I will hold you to that." "You do that honey. Though I’m sure, Mr. Clayton Webb has the money to cover tonight." "You really do know who he is." "Hell yes. Someday, I’ll tell you the story. But now, I think we need to prepare your man there." "Uhm…Miss Lucille…I don’t want to hurt him." "Oh Suga’ it will be for his own good." Webb waited with trepidation. [[This is a very bad idea]] He finally looked at the implements hanging from the display before him. [[A very, very bad idea.]] He turned when he heard them approach. He was just about to tell her he changed his mind but something stopped him. He knew she couldn’t hurt him - not on purpose anyway. Clearing his throat he demanded. "So if I understand this correctly, there is some kind of safe word." "Now see, Sarah, Mr. Webb knows all about this. Why sure there is, darlin’. What kind of safe word do you want? How about that other name you mentioned? What was it…uhm…" "No!" Two voices sang out together. "No." Webb thought and then grinned evilly. "How about AJ?" Lucille looked at him rather oddly, but Mac just sighed and nodded. "Sure, fine." "Well did you pick one out?" Lucille asked. "Huh?" Webb looked away from Sarah to the shop owner. "Excuse me?" "The butt plug." "Uhm…I thought, I mean I figured…Sarah?" Sarah licked her lips and considered what Lucille had told her about the whole lifestyle and its different levels. She had no desire to become Webb’s Dom – at least not in a permanent relationship, any more than she wanted to become his sub. But he did look tired and wound up tighter than she had ever seen him. They were all tired since returning from Afghanistan, but she suspected that he had put even more time, energy and emotion overseas than all of JAG’s personnel combined. And, damn it, he had hurt her deeply. She walked up to him. Taking his face in her hands she brought his lips to hers. "All or nothing, Clay. I doubt that this can be good, half-assed." They shared a chuckled groan at her pun. He pulled her to him and kissed her soundly. "Can’t do anything half-assed, now can we." "Take off his jacket, Sarah." Lucille had seen many a couple chicken out. Sometimes for the best, but this time she thought both of them needed this. She couldn’t understand her new friend’s fascination with this uptight little spy, but then maybe her opinion was just slightly colored against the man. Once Webb’s suit coat, vest and shirt were hung up, Miss Lucille let a low whistle. "My, my. My respect for your taste in men just jumped a few levels, Sarah. Very nice. Now take off his pants." Clay took his holstered gun off his belt and dropped it into the jacket’s pocket. "Uhm…are you staying here for everything?" Webb asked Miss Lucille as Sarah unzipped his pants. "Hush, Clay. Kick off your shoes." Mac hissed as she pulled his pants and underwear down in one swoop. [[Terrific, she’s really getting into this.]] "Uhm…ladies, exactly what’s on the agenda here?" He had been expecting a few licks with the paddle and several hours of sexual teasing. Maybe even some kind of weird humiliation but now he wasn’t really sure what he expected. "Just stand there, Clayton. Sarah and I have some things to discuss." "I don’t suppose I have any say?" Webb sighed piteously. "Did you pick out that butt plug like I told you too?" Lucille snapped back. When they returned, their arms were filled. He held up one rather slender looking anal plug. Lucille snorted. "You may want to save that for later to use on Sarah. I think this one will be more suitable." She reached around him and picked out a bright blue gel number much longer and wider than the one he had tried to choose. "Flexible and designed for a nice high ride." "Lovely," Webb replied dryly. "Shall we get started?" Lucille purred. "Do I at least get to see what you picked out?" Webb whined. "No." Both women answered. "Bend over and hold onto the window sill, Clay." Mac ordered. Webb took a deep breath turned and did as she commanded. Stepping back, Lucille watched, ready to offer encouragement and advice, but clearly indicating that this was Sarah’s party now. Sarah licked her lips and considered the bright blue item in her hand. Taking the tube of lubricant that came with the plug, she greased it and approached Clay. Taking a deep breath, she ran her finger down his back. She was quite pleased with the way he arched back toward her. As her finger nestled in his crack, she grinned and gently poked into him. He hissed at the sensation. He wasn’t a virgin there. He had rather liked it when, once, a previous lover had invaded him there with her vibrator. But that had been a long time ago. He stared across the street at the dark apartment there and let her work her lubed finger inside him, stretching him. He groaned in pleasure as she began to work the plug into place. When she growled, "Don’t let it slip out, Clay." He felt his cock spring to attention. "Now turn around." When he did he was surprised to see Lucille several yards away, her arms crossed, watching them. So intent on the erotic aspects of being watched that the cool capture of his cock surprised him. Jerking his eyes down he saw Sarah snapping the metal studs of a leather cock and ball collar. He groaned and grew harder. Sarah was surprised at how calm she felt. She saw how turned on he was and wondered how far she could go in pleasuring him. "Hold out your hands, Clay." Grinning, he let her place the leather cuffs around his wrists. He lost his grin when she held up the complicated looking harness. "Uhm…is that really uhm…necessary?" "Yes!" She laid the leather across his shoulders and down around his waist. "Turn around." "Your gonna have me dizzy here." He joked. He could do this. The butt plug was even beginning to feel good. Hell, if it got him great sex afterwards, he could stand anything she could dish out. He felt her cool hands work all the clasps and didn’t fight her when she reached around and secured the cuff’s O-rings to the snaps on the belt, his hands slightly behind him, but again not really uncomfortable. She didn’t ask him to turn around but roughly did it herself. He saw she couldn’t meet his eye as she took a pair of small chains. He gasped as her mouth descended on his nipple, suckling and biting until it was standing at attention. She didn’t have to work very hard on the other, it was already hard just from the feelings coursing from his ass to his cock and upward. He did gasp out in shock as the first clamp bit into the tender flesh. "Damn, you really mean to go all the way." "You okay?" she whispered. [[Good, maybe she’s wavering.]] "Sure. Fine. Just takes some getting used to." [[Oh Clayton, I am going to wipe that cocky attitude right into the next state.]] Sarah glared at him. Finally, she picked up another chain. Attaching it to a tiny link near the base of the cock sheath she ran it up to the chain running between the two nipple clamps. She grinned as he realized just what she had done. His breathing was coming a little more ragged but he was damned if he was going to give up too easily. "So you gonna take pictures, Sarah?" "Won’t need to, lover." She said with more confidence than she really felt. "I don’t think I’ll ever forget this." "You sure you don’t want the collar, Sarah?" It was the first thing Lucille had said since Sarah worked the butt plug in. Taking the chain connecting Clay’s cock to his nipples she tugged slightly. Immediately he took a step forward. "Nah. Don’t need it." "Well then, if you’ll follow me." Lucille led them over to the elevator. It opened immediately. Sarah led Webb in to the cage and turned him around. Lucille grinned into the almost glazed hazel eyes. "Y’all wouldn’t mind if we stopped on the first floor for a moment would you?" Webb did a quick calculation of the time and said, "I don’t have anything to say about it, do what you want." Lucille ran a blood red fingernail down his cheek. "You’re a cool man, darlin’. Always in control." "In mine line, you have to be." "Doesn’t it hurt sometimes though, darlin’? Don’t you just want to let go." Webb studied Miss Lucille. He had been in situations that she couldn’t even comprehend. He had faced down border guards and spent nights in foreign jail cells. He was sure that when faced with it, he would face down torture as well. But, as he licked his dry lips he wondered what it would be like to just let go. Even during sex he always held a little back, ready for anything. His eyes roved over Sarah’s body and remembered. That night he had come as close as he could remember to letting go. As the elevator started up, he was jerked slightly and the butt plug just kissed his prostate. She had tried to caress him there that night but he had stopped her, keeping a little control in the situation. He had a feeling that tonight he might just feel what it was like. If Sarah could pull it off. The realization that he might actually want this made his cock grow a little more. "Oh good boy," Lucille purred as she reached out to caress him. "I think Sarah made a very good choice tonight. Don’t you, Sarah?" Sarah only nodded. She wasn’t sure what Lucille had in mind but she didn’t particularly appreciate the blond touching him so intimately. Lucille, as she had all night, read her perfectly. "Oh don’t worry Suga’ as soon as I know he’s safe with you, I’ll be gone." She looked at her watch and grinned slightly. "In fact, we really need to get you all set up. I’ve got someone stoppin’ by a little later." "Well don’t let us keep you." Clay managed a bit of his trademark cockiness. "Oh, sweet boy, you think we’re playin’ here?" Lucille gently chided him. She led them down a corridor that was completely neutral in its ornamentation. Simple wall scones provided the lighting. There was no furniture to run into, for which Webb was extremely grateful. He was finding walking becoming more difficult as his bobbing cock pulled on his nipples, sending waves of desire coursing back to his cock. He had to clench his ass to keep the plug in place and that made walking harder than he thought it would be. When they finally stopped at a door, he breathed a sigh of relief, which immediately turned into a gasp of surprise. Mac took one look at the room before them and wasn’t sure if she should laugh out loud or groan with desire. "Oh wow," was all she managed as she stepped inside. "Uhm…Sarah…baby…holy cow." Webb shut up and just stared at the room, done up like a cross between a medieval bedroom and torture chamber. Heavy drapes covered the windows and the bed. A pitcher and bowl were on one table and Webb appreciated the small detail of the faucet decorated to look like a dolphin’s head. Off to one side was a wheel with arm and leg restraints. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a simple framed horse with padded rests where a person could mount the damn thing resting his knees and arms, hiking his ass in the air. He wondered what Mac would opt for. Evidently she and Lucille had already talked about it because Mac led him over to the sturdy open frame in the center of the room. Releasing his arms one at a time, she hooked his wrists to either side. She knelt before him and accepted leg cuffs from Miss Lucille. Just being spread eagle, with her head inches from his cock forced a whimper from his lips. "Am I hurting you?" She demanded. He just shook his head. For a moment his cock, fully erect and very heavy, mesmerized her. She could see the tension on the chains tugging at his nipples. Stretching just a bit she reached forward and licked the drop of precum from his slit. A ragged sigh was his only response. Standing up, she walked around him. On the elevator ride up she thought of all the things she wanted to say to him. She wanted to get it out before she began. She wasn’t sure how far she could go with this but something had to happen, she needed him to know how much he had hurt her by his rejection. "Clay?" "Yes, Sarah." He strained to follow her as she walked around him. "I was very hurt by what you did," she said to his back "I’m sorry, Sarah." "What did that night mean to you? Anything other than a quick fuck?" She demanded, her lips were just inches from his. "You know better than that." He groaned as she walked behind him again. The stinging slap across his ass came as shock to them both. The pent-up anger getting the better of her. "Why do I know better than that, Clay?" Again she slapped him. She wanted to feel the touch of his flesh on hers. She wanted him to feel the heat of her anger. It really hadn’t hurt that much, but Webb felt a knot form in his chest. He thought what he had done was best for both of them. Having tasted her once he didn’t think he could continue, knowing that she would eventually go to Rabb. His own anger, fueled by months of fear and rage that had nothing to do with Mac or Rabb, erupted. "How long would it have lasted, Mac? Longer than Mic? Or were you maybe planning on using me to…" This time the pain ripped through him and he arched away from the wide leather paddle. It took a moment for him to catch his breath. "Hit a little too close to home, Mac?" He braced himself and even tried to lean into the next whack but still it hurt, a lot." Mac stood there, aghast and enraged. "You couldn’t fight for me, Webb?" She brought the paddle down again and marveled at the red glow his ass had already taken. "What are you afraid of?" Another bright red circle joined the others. "You can’t measure up?" Webb closed his eyes and actually considered her words. The anger that had sustained him had already left. He knew she was right. He hadn’t even tried. He had always known that Harmon Rabb was the golden boy in her life. He was just the dark presence occasionally showing up to cause trouble. Or worse, now that he and Rabb had become more comfortable with each, relegated to the role of impotent friend forced to sit on the outside looking in. Looking in at her pain, waiting for Rabb to finally decide he had sowed enough wild oats. "I don’t know Mac? Did I have a chance? Do I now?" There it was. On the table. He was asking. Her rage left too and she stepped around and met his gaze. She could see the bright unshed tears in his eyes and wondered what had put them there, the pain of the paddle or the pain hanging between them. Stepping forward, she kissed his eyes and nodded. "Yeah. I think you do." She started to reach up to unhook his wrists but some intense emotion his eyes made her stop. Shock and desire settled in her womb and she felt the moisture gush from her. "You want me to stop?" He didn’t answer her. He just kept his gaze locked on hers. The intensity was too much. She closed her eyes and turned away for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she walked behind him, unable to meet his steady gaze; see his stark need. Licking her lips she looked around and found Lucille sitting on the bed, a Cheshire cat’s grin on her face. Standing up she walked over and kissed Sarah gently on the lips. "Suga’ you’ll do just fine. Remember, soft, even lashes. I do believe you might find this effective." She held up a thin riding crop with a wide flat tip." Stepping around she leaned over and kissed Webb on the lips too. "Boy, you best be good to her. I have friends in this town." "Yes, ma’am." They watched her leave the room, closing the door behind her. "What’s the safe word, Clay?" she insisted. "AJ, Sarah. But I won’t need it." "We’ll see, boy." She brought lash after lash down on him, criss-crossing the patterns. Silently keeping count. Already deciding that she wouldn’t go past twenty, no matter how much he begged. The fine film of sweat on her body matched his. Clay couldn’t believe the incredible pleasure in the pain. Oh it hurt, but with each blow he also felt his cock strain. God he needed to come but he needed something else even more. He too was counting the strokes and was worried that she wouldn’t keep it up. He wanted so much to let go but he just couldn’t. Couldn’t until she started to talk to him. "Clay?" "Huh?" The rhythm was almost perfect. Slap, jerk forward driving his cock down and his nipples tingling. "Let go, baby." "Want to." "Do it." He yelped at the new sensation. The pain had been acceptable but this new feeling. "What?" "Let go." The paddle hit just perfectly driving the butt plug against his prostate. He felt the knot begin to unravel. "Let go for me, Clay." This time the strike didn’t come. This time he felt something wet against his back. "Please, Clay. Don’t make me do this anymore." He sighed. He knew she couldn’t do it. "Okay, Sarah." He took a deep breath, but before he could say the safe word she hit him again, harder than before and something just snapped. He felt the tears begin to fall and then great racking sobs seemed to well up from inside of him. He felt the tension flood up and out of him and he sagged down against the chains holding his wrists. Vaguely he felt her releasing his ankles before coming around to hold him. She cradled and soothed him. "Come on Clay, standing up just for a second. I don’t want you to fall. Please Clay, for me." After he was freed they crumpled to the floor and she rocked him until the tears slowly abated. She licked and kissed away the tears until she reached his lips. She couldn’t remember a kiss so passionate. She couldn’t believe he had the strength to take her face in his hands and hold her to him. Their tongues mated, jabbing, twisting around each other, stroking each other until even that was too much. Pulling away from each other, they knelt there panting, staring at each other in awe. Surprisingly, Clay was the first to speak. "Thank you. Oh God, that felt so good." "You’re kidding me?" "No. It hurt like hell, but…I can’t explain it." "You gonna want me to do this again any time soon?" she asked warily. He pulled her to him for another sweet kiss. "No, I don’t think so." He sat back and the cringe of pain brought more tears to his eyes. Standing up, she offered him her hand. "Come here." "Yes, mistress." He grinned and tried to stand but cringe again. "Uh…Sarah?" "Yes, Clay?" "Could you take these off please?" He licked his lips and pointed to the nipple clamps. "You don’t like those?" She knelt before him and gently opened them. She saw the wave of passion in his eyes and leaned forward to lick and kiss them. As the blood returned to the tender tips he groaned. A new wave of passion washed over him. His cock had never softened and even though he wasn’t putting any pressure on it the butt plug was positioned just right to nudge his prostate. Pushing her forward, he crawled over her until his body covered hers. "Want to make love to you, Sarah MacKenzie. But, I don’t know how I’m going to manage it with my ass stinging like this." She reached up and met his kiss halfway. He pushed her back to the floor kissing and sucking at her lips. Finally, he leaned his head into her shoulder. "It’s no use, babe." "Oh, I don’t think so, Mr. Webb." She gently pushed him up until he was kneeling between her legs. Scooting forward, she stood again and helped him stand. "Go lay down on the bed – on your stomach." He hobbled over to the bed and gingerly stretched out. His cock was pressed down into the soft feather mattress and the cool cotton counterpane felt good against his sweaty skin. He listened to what she was doing but, even though he felt her approach, the cold against his ass still nearly shot him out of the bed. "Lie still, Clay. Let it work." She stood behind him, standing between his legs and rubbed the cool gel across the red welts. As she soothed it in she studied her handiwork. "You know, not bad for the first time. I even put a bit of a pattern. But I don’t think I broke the skin anywhere. Lucille would be so proud." "How long have you known Miss Lucille." He murmured as he felt the pain ebb away. "Just met her tonight." Mac leaned forward and gently kissed his ass cheek. The gel was quick drying and Lucille had assured her it would work wonders. "Honey, you don’t want to go to all that work and not get any reward." Gently, Sarah removed the butt plug but not before she pushed on it a couple of time, re-awaking his interest. Experimentally, he rolled over and was surprised that, while he could definitely still feel the assault, it was bearable. His cock surged upward inviting her. "You gonna take this off now?" She grinned and leaned forward. "In a minute." She blew across the head and ran her tongue along the leather. "Interesting, but I prefer to go natural." She started to unsnap it but then glared at him. "You won’t come until I tell you, slave." "Yes mistress." He lied. [[Oh yeah. I can pull that off.]] She freed him, but then squeezed the base of his cock again. "I mean it Clay." She said with just a trace of her old anger. He nodded his understanding, then gingerly, sat up. "May I undress you, mistress." He didn’t wait for her to respond but spun her around and unzipped the sweat-stained black dress. He wondered what he could buy her from here to wear home tomorrow. [[Maybe a French maid’s costume.]] He let the dress fall to the floor and growled. "You wore this for the doofus?" He tugged hard on the thong panties, sending a shock of pleasure to her clit. "And this?" he demanded as he unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor before spinning her around to meet her sad gaze. Realizing he was one of the reasons she had sought out the doofus, he sighed. "Oh God, Sarah, I am so sorry. Come here." He laid her on the bed and began to pleasure her. Kissing his way down her body, he spent an inordinate amount of time on her breasts, ignoring his own incredible need. Sarah arching into each kiss, forcing more of her skin against his lips. She wanted to feel his heat. "Harder Clay. Please, just a little, aaaaghhhhh, yes." She screamed as he bit down on her nipple. "Oh yes, just like that." When he ripped the thong from her, she arched up in pleasure. She felt his fingers caress her folds but wasn’t surprised when he didn’t linger there. She raised her legs and drew them over his shoulders, urging him lower. As his lips found her clit, his fingers begin to nudge at her anus, gently probing, barely stretching until she began to grind down on his finger. "Please Clay. I want to feel that too." He kissed the inside of her thighs. "Promise, Sarah. But baby, please. I need to be inside you now. Please, mistress." She smiled and reached out for him. Before he was fully in her embrace he was already deep inside her. "Oh yes. Feels so good, Clay. Please don’t stay away so long again." She arched up into him as much as she could but he pushed her legs forward until he could pound into her. He really wanted it to be as good for her as the incredible release she had given him tonight. "Hold your legs for me, Sarah." He commanded. When she did, if freed both his hands. One attacked her clit, rubbing the tender nub until she was rocking against him frantically. With the other he reached around and found her anus again. Just as he felt her muscles tighten around him, he pushed two fingers deep inside her. Their screams echoed around the room and as he collapsed forward he prayed the room was sound proof. Somehow they managed to pull down the covers. Sarah went to the bowl and pitcher, ran some water into the bowl and wet one of the soft cloths there. She cleaned herself and then brought the rinsed cloth to Clay. Grinning, she reached down and gently cleaned her sleeping lover’s cock; she was just too tired to clean it the way she would have liked. Crawling in bed next to him, she snuggled against him. She was determined that in the morning they would talk. [[Well, maybe after the wake up sex.]] The limo pulled away with the senator and his secretary. Twenty minutes later, the senator’s wife and her male assistant left via another limo. Lucille would have to talk to Miss Lewis about these booking fiascoes. Turning off the lights after setting the security system, she rode the elevator to the third floor. Softly opening the security door she checked with the night porter. "All’s fine, Miss Lucille. That couple down in the torture chamber just settled down. She did real good for her first time. Oh, your guest arrived twenty minutes ago at the back stairway. I took him up to your apartment. "Thank you, Billy. Since it’s just the four of us, please leave a note asking them to join me and my guest for a late breakfast, say for 10:30 on the roof. I think they will like each other." "Yes, Miss Lucille." Lucille returned to the elevator and rode it up to the top floor. She had taken the entire floor for her personal use. Opening the door she grinned and wondered if she should tell her guest of the strange coincidence of the safe word Sarah and Clay had chosen. However when she saw him waiting for her, silhouetted naked against her window all thoughts of everyone else fled and she sighed. "Oh, AJ, I’m sorry I kept you waiting." Admiral Chegwidden turned and grinned wolfishly. "Well darlin’, I may just have to punish you for that." Home :: JAG Index :: crossovers Index :: e-mail |