Twisted Chaos

Jace

Oh hell, we're alone. A feeling of pure excitement rushes over me. With that comment she made about thinking of nothing appropriate, she was baiting me. I know she wants me as much as I want her. God, we could have so much fun. I look over and she's staring at me. Probably waiting for a response. Fuck. Should I say something? Finally, she bites first and says "I'm really glad you were the officer that came out. It has been a pleasure meeting you. Anytime you want to stop back by, to uhm check on us, please do. It doesn't matter what time. As a matter of fact, the later the better." She closes that invitation with a wink and gets up from where she is sitting. I want to smack her ass for teasing me like that. She's ballsy; I like that. I can tell she feels what I feel, and I know she's craving it like I am. I have never felt as much tension, as I do with her. It's mind blowing and deafening. When I look in her eyes, it's like everything goes into slow motion. The world could be crashing down around us and I don't think I would know. It's euphoric and powerful. 

I need to have my hands on her now. So, I take a chance. Walking up to her, I pin her up against the wall. I slide my hands down her body and grab her wrists. Pinning them up above her head against the wall. I position my body against hers, holding her in place. I can feel the heat radiating between us. She doesn't move, she doesn't push me away and she doesn't ask what the hell I'm doing, she just gives a devilish grin. Our lips are almost touching. I feel like we are the only two people in the world right now. I breathe in her scent. She smells amazing, like apples, exotic flowers and sandalwood. It's intoxicating. After a moment of staring passionately into her eyes, I break the silence and say "You're being a very bad girl. Teasing me, knowing damn well I'm in uniform and unable to take advantage of the invitations you're throwing at me. I think you need to be punished." I feel reckless with her, like I can't control myself. I grab her by the hair, turn her around to face the wall and smack her hard on the ass. I don't release her. I just hold her there, trying to decide what to do next. When she looks back at me, she gives a scandalous grin and says the damnedest thing, "Thank you, sir." Thank you? She said fucking thank you and even added sir. Where has this woman been all of my life? Yes, I have slept with plenty of women, but I've always had to train them or make them say things like thank you, sir. I knew there was more to her. 

I knew that she had another side. I could feel it in how she responded to me the first time our eyes met. She might seem dominant and aggressive to average people, but she's not. I see her, the real her. A dominant can sniff out a submissive in a heartbeat. She's well-trained. Women don't just say things like thank you sir, without training. Either she has had a dominant before or she still has one. I doubt very seriously that dumbass Stephen is it, he doesn't seem dominant at all. There aren't any other males here. If she currently had a dom he would most likely have been the first person she called. A Dom is supposed to be the one in control, yes, but he should also be her safe haven and confidant. This leads me to believe she doesn't have one currently. Interesting. Maybe I can fill that position for her. She is exactly what I have been looking for. I need her.