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  CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  About the Author

  Coming Soon

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  Gray Badge of Trust

  Copyright © May 2008, Gracie C. McKeever

  Cover art by Amira Press © May 2008

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  Chapter One

  "If I didn't know better, Detective Gamble, I'd think you were following me."

  Just the sound of her husky sultry voice sizzled the blood in my veins and sent it shooting through my body like an electric current. The overall effect made me shudder more than the cold shoulder I'd received upon entering the blue-collar watering hole would have if I gave a shit.

  Only Tally Cavaleri had the nerve to approach me, talk to me when the other NYPD blues turned their backs on me.

  I loved her balls. Her cool, bad-as-I-wanna-be attitude were what initially drew me to her.

  I've been known for reckless behavior, but until now, these actions had never spilled into my professional life.

  Tally slid onto the stool beside me, and I felt the heat of her topaz gaze on the side of my face. My cock was doing a happy dance in my pants at the memories her scent and nearness evoked.

  Did she approach as friend or foe? The latter was most probable after our confrontation in the interrogation room earlier today. Why would she want to be friends with someone trying to take her badge and her livelihood, someone who had fucked her literally and figuratively?

  But if I went by our first meeting over the weekend, the incendiary scene we'd had in my building elevator, she was definitely ... more than a friend.

  Had I known who she was then, or that I'd be sitting across a weather-beaten, cherry-wood table cross-examining and second-guessing her actions in the line of duty just days later, I wasn't so sure I would have said no to her indecent seduction. This made me wonder if our meeting had been purely coincidence. Had she thought to get herself off of administrative leave by seducing the lead investigator on her case? Did she think I'd turn a blind eye to what she was, at this point, only suspected of doing—shooting a drug dealer in cold blood?

  "It's a public place,” I said in my best man-with-no-name murmur.

  "We're all off duty. You have as much right to be here as anyone."

  "Glad you see things my way."

  "This guy giving you problems, partner?"

  I turned my glance to the man standing beside Tally—my real target—Officer Connelly. I knew if anyone would shoot someone in cold blood and deal in graft it was him.

  Tally was just the bait, a not-so-innocent bystander, and it was taking everything in me not to spill the truth to her—that Internal Affairs was using her to get to Connelly. Her hands weren't dirty enough that I wasn't authorized to give her a deal. She'd keep her job, but her reputation with her fellow officers, that was another story. Would she even want to keep her job after the fallout?

  "Nothing I can't handle,” Tally said in a cool, smooth tone. I was becoming accustomed to that tone, slowly becoming enamored with it.

  I finally turned to her, unable to keep my eyes off of her any longer, and felt the heat of her glare spread through my entire body.

  I'd known it would be dangerous to come here, to be surrounded by all her loyal coworkers and friends, but I couldn't stay away, my appetite whet by what we'd shared in the elevator, eager to recreate it and experience her fire again. That this meeting was on her turf, surrounded by bitter hostility, didn't make as much of an impression on me as her mouth had a few days ago.

  I let my gaze travel from her straight chestnut hair, down over her full, round breasts, and further still grazing over her shapely thighs to her size seven black pumps before I met her stare again.

  "You didn't intimidate me earlier. You don't intimidate me now,” she said.

  Little did she know that she intimidated me, though I'd never admit it to her.

  I raised my longneck to my lips and drained the remainder of beer before replacing it and slapping a generous tip down on the bar.

  Without a backward glance, I left the bar and made my way toward the rear, to the establishment's men's room.

  The place was packed so it was a meandering trip. I didn't have time to notice whether or not anyone followed me, and when the door opened then closed behind me a few seconds after I'd bent over the sink and splashed cold tap water on my face, I jerked my eyes to the mirror in front of me.

  Tally stood leaning against the door.

  "Are you following me, Detective Cavaleri?"

  She strolled behind me as I washed my hands and fell right into her character from the elevator. I had yet to figure out what character it was, only that I liked her performance.

  "Do you have a problem if I am?"

  Apparently, I didn't answer quickly enough, felt her hands slide up into my neatly cut hair, jerking my head back despite the one-foot disparity between my six-two and her five-two.

  Liking her roughness, I closed my eyes and reveled in the pain, wanting it and knowing I deserved it.

  "Shall I make things easy for you and assume you have no problem?"

  It was a rhetorical question. I knew it and she knew it. She wasn't asking for my permission; I had given my tacit consent the minute she walked into the men's room and I didn't object. She could probably smell my arousal, see my instantaneous erection before she'd even gotten to me.

  I felt her lean close. She dipped her tongue into my ear and glided it around the outer shell before sucking my lobe into her mouth and nibbling.

  I shuddered at the unexpected contact. I wanted inside her in the worst way, ramrod-hard cock twitching at the idea of losing myself in her molten pussy. Just the memory of her soaking cunt had blood rushing to my dick.

  She released my hair, moved back only far enough to let me turn and face her before she pressed her breasts against me.

  I eased my still-damp hands up to encircle her waist, and she immediately caught my wrists to stop me mid-squeeze.

  "Did I give you permission to touch me, Detective?"

  I didn't respond, just glared at her. I was willing to let the balls-busting act go just so far and decided I could wait her out.

  "It seems someone needs a refresher course in the dynamics of this relationship.” She insinuated a thigh between my legs and rubbed it up and down my shaft, setting my cock on fire.

  I bit my bottom lip and forced myself not to move as she pushed my hands to my sides and held them there. I held her look and saw the you're-just-a-squirrel-trying-to-get-a-nut look glinting in her eyes telling me that this was Tally's show, Tally's world.

  I stole a quick glance at the door behind her and instantly felt my balls squeezed in a vise—just enough pressure to cause pain and pleasure.

  My vision went cloudy from the agony of her grip, the joy of it.

  I glanced down to see Tally smiling up at me, an
d my stomach knotted at the idea of what she planned to do to me, twisted with the idea of how much I would allow her to do.

  "You'll pay attention only to me, Detective. Don't worry about what's going on outside that door or who could walk through it any moment. There's just you and me, here and now. Understood?"

  She exerted enough force on my balls to make me gasp and stumble against her. “Yes."

  "You're a quick learner. I like that.” She unzipped my pants and reached inside my fly to free my dick.

  I watched as she slowly knelt before me. My cock throbbed when she licked her lips and looked up at me through the curly veil of her long lashes.

  There was nothing subservient in her posture even as she bent her head to lick the pearl of pre-cum from my slit. In that moment, she was mistress of her domain and of all she surveyed, especially my body and responses.

  She spent several moments licking and teasing the bulbous head of my penis before lowering her mouth to the base of my shaft and swallowing me whole.

  I shuddered at the hot, moist suction as she pulled me in, and almost swallowed my tongue when the head of my cock brushed the back of her throat. I slid my hands into her long, silken hair and circled my hips once before she pulled back and squeezed my balls, tight.

  "You were not given permission to touch me or to come, Detective. You will do neither until I give you permission. Understood?"

  I gritted my teeth and nodded. She squeezed harder.

  "What the fu—"

  "I'm not that difficult to please, but I insist that you respond verbally. And in this case, a ‘Yes, Ma'am’ or ‘No, Ma'am’ will suffice."

  "Yes, Ma'am."

  "Unless mistress is preferable for you and in that case, I will allow the substitution. As I said, I'm not that difficult to please. Otherwise, when I make a command, I expect it to be followed. If you have a problem with that, you need to communicate it to me. Understood?"

  "Yes, Ma'am."

  "Excellent.” She released me only long enough to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants before sliding them and my boxer briefs to my ankles.

  I fought the instinct to glance at the door when someone knocked. Instead, I lowered my gaze and caught her smiling up at me.

  Tally rubbed her thumb over my slit, circling the blunt head of my cock several times and getting the digit good and moist with my pre-ejaculate. It was like there was an endless supply of it, more than enough for her to thoroughly lubricate her middle finger when she caressed it with her thumb and leered at me. She looked all business, more predatory than reassuring and my legs nearly noodled at the raw lust shining out of her eyes.

  Tally bent her head over my cock again and slid her mouth down my shaft, sucking hard and hollowing her cheeks. She slowly reached behind me and circled the edges of my anus, teasing open the tight outer ring of muscle with her middle finger before easing past it to the first knuckle and wiggling the tip of her finger just inside me.

  I gasped and closed my eyes at the slight burning sensation, the alien invasion.

  She pulled her head up and I opened my eyes to see her smile. This look had her heart in it, tender and compassionate, just for a glimpse, just an instant. “You're a virgin.” She grinned. “I like virgins.” She drew me into her mouth again, rhythmically circling her finger before sliding it deeper.

  My reaction was automatic and unexpected—inner muscles contracting to pull her deeper, gloving her finger, welcoming the intrusion. I moaned at the foreign ecstasy when she traced my prostate, perspiration dotting my forehead as she skillfully stroked and stimulated the spongy gland.

  I balled my hands at my sides to keep from fisting her hair and plunging my cock into her mouth.

  I obeyed my bosses and the rules, had all my life, but obeying anyone in my personal life, especially a woman, had never occurred to me, had never meant so much to me.

  When they were related to me, women were good for comfort, love and support. When they weren't related to me, women were good for a few dates and a release, but nothing long-term, nothing that involved commitment and definitely nothing that involved submission.

  This wasn't my scene, not my thing. At least I tried to convince myself it wasn't, but my testicles had other ideas, tightening against my body, readying to let loose. One more suck would do it. One more lick, one more stroke...

  The evil witch pulled up again, and I caught myself against the basin with both hands before I could collapse from the utter and agonizing frustration.

  Through lust-hazy vision, I caught her smirk.

  "Remember what I said."

  I wanted to tell her to fuck off, who needed this shit, but what came out of my mouth was a dutiful if strained, “I won't come until you give me permission."

  Someone knocked on the door again.

  "Be out in a sec!” Tally slid her finger from my ass, slowly pulled my shorts and pants up my legs to my hips, tucked my shirt back into my pants, and fastened my pants and belt before zipping me up.

  She stood, slid her cuffs from the back of her belt and tossed them to me. “You leave this room as my prisoner."

  "I'm not cuffing myself."

  She shrugged. “Then we can't finish this."

  "Are you serious?"

  Tally stared at me and arched a brow.

  I considered what I'd be giving up—a night of hot sex with a totally inappropriate partner certainly. But even more, the wild trip I knew Tally could take me on. I was already halfway there in my mind. I might as well take my body along for the ride. “Front or back?"

  "Front will be fine."

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  Chapter Two

  The rush of heat to my face was instant and intense as we left the men's room and Tally led me back to the bar to say her good nights.

  Despite the jacket she'd draped over my hands, I felt as if everyone was staring at me and knew what Tally and I had been doing in the men's room.

  Did they think I was a freak or a lucky bastard? Why did I care what anyone thought?

  Despite her having to shout over the classic rock blaring from the bar's jukebox, I missed her explanations to her cohorts about why we were leaving together, but complied when she hooked an arm through mine and directed me toward the rear exit that let out into the tavern parking lot.

  "We'll take my car,” she said as she stopped in front of a sporty, blue Nissan.

  For a moment, I thought she would open the back door for me to complete the prisoner façade and entrench my submission, but she opened the front passenger door for me and waited as I folded my tall frame into the seat.

  I watched her circle the front of the car and wondered what the hell I was doing. Was I really going along with this demented fantasy just for a piece of ass?

  A piece of inappropriate ass, Luke.

  I told myself she wasn't worth all this mental agonizing, that I was only going along to see how far she would go. I was convinced no matter what she did to me, I'd still emerge whole and the victor, that I'd still be able to do my job with a clear conscience when the time came.

  She's already broken you, Luke.

  I started to argue with the voice in my head right before she got into the car beside me and closed the door.

  Instead of keying the ignition, she turned to stare at me.

  I didn't move, determined to wait her out even though she made me feel like a piece of meat she was sizing up at the butcher.

  Finally, she leaned toward me, unknotted my tie, and slowly slid it from the collar of my shirt before draping the widest part over my eyes.

  "Are you nervous?” she asked as she tied the blue silk behind my head nice and snug.

  "No."

  "I can hear your heart thudding from here."

  I didn't say anything. I didn't want to lie and I couldn't tell her the truth.

  "There. Much better.” She settled back in her seat.

  "Why?"

  "Why is it better, or why have I blindfolded you?"


  "Both."

  "I want you on edge, unsure. Vulnerable."

  My heart pounded harder with each word that slid from her mouth. I was on edge, unsure, contrary to all my training, contrary to my nature. And I liked it.

  "Besides, even though I love your beautiful brown eyes, you look even more sexy with them covered. It turns me on to—"

  "Be in control."

  "Obviously, but that's not what I was going to say. I was going to say it turns me on knowing that you're not in control, knowing that you'll do what I say because you want me, but more because you need me."

  I swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry at the thought of needing anyone besides myself.

  "I neglected to Mirandize you earlier, and I need to outline your rights."

  In her element, she was all business, and my cock throbbed at her power play.

  "Basically, you have no rights while you're in my custody. You'll do what you're told. No questions asked."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "I like the sound of that,” she purred, leaning close. I felt her breath on the side of my face, steeling myself for a kiss that never came. “You please me, Detective. You please me very much. For your sake, let's hope you can keep it up for the rest of the night."

  I was sure that I could but wasn't arrogant or incautious enough to tell her. Let her have her fun. I'd been through much worse than deprivation and humiliation. Tally didn't know who or what she was fucking with.

  I listened as she keyed the ignition and finally started the car. She let the engine idle, however, and didn't pull out. I felt her eyes on me; heard her breathing in the cozy, cushioned confines of the Nissan; and waited for her next move.

  "You have the freedom to leave whenever you wish, Detective."

  I couldn't leave her if I wanted to. My ego wouldn't let me, nor would my cock.

  She reached over and fisted my hair again. I gasped at the sudden sting to my scalp.

  "Do you want to leave, Detective?"

  "No."

  "Good.” She slid her hand from my hair to my crotch. Her fingers were like heat-seeking missiles mercilessly locking onto my testicles and squeezing. “You enjoy being my prisoner?"