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  “Captain, we have a development,” declared the major, his voice crisp and authoritative.

  “From the prints?”

  “Yes, from the prints. Where are you?”

  “I’m in my office about to head out.”

  “Everything still on an even keel with the girl?”

  “Yes, major.”

  “You need to keep her close, she and Bateman may be working together.”

  “Yes, sir, you don’t have to worry. She’s not going anywhere.”

  “I’ll speak to you in the morning. Good work, captain. Good work.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  Hanging up the phone, Vince felt his heart pump for the second time that day.

  “As you would say, Bella, holy crap,” Vince muttered. “He didn’t waste any time.”

  Grabbing his jacket, Vince headed out the door and jumped in his car. He had planned to stop at the small restaurant and pick up a sandwich for Bella, but as he left the base he changed his mind. He would soon be in the luxurious suite and could order a gourmet meal from room service.

  Parking at the back of the hotel as he’d done when he’d checked in, he pushed through the exit door and trotted up the stairwell, but when he let himself in, he found the drapes had been closed. The room was in darkness but for a shard of light coming from the bedroom. Always cautious, he crept forward, but when he peered around the door, his concerned frown transformed into a wide grin. Bella was as she’d promised she would be; the bedcovers had been pulled back, and she was lying naked on the bed.

  “You took your time, sailor,” she said, stretching out her arms as he entered.

  “I’m a marine,” he chuckled as he hurried across to her and took her in his arms.

  “I know, but sailor works better with that line.”

  “Look at you,” he sighed, pulling back. “A little package of gorgeousness. Don’t go anywhere, I’m going to jump into the shower.”

  “Me? Go somewhere? Like where?” she giggled. “You think I’m going to go dancing down the hallway in my birthday suit?”

  “Right now I’m thinking over my knee,” he said, raising his eyebrows, then he emptied his pockets onto the nightstand.

  “Condoms?” she quipped. “What makes you think you’re going to get lucky?”

  “Yes, definitely over my knee,” he retorted with a grin, and disappeared into the bathroom.

  Closing her eyes, Bella dropped her hand against her sex. After her long, relaxing soak, though a small voice in her head had told her she shouldn’t be touching herself without permission, her fingers had toyed between her legs, bringing her to the brink more than once.

  As she listened to him shower, then potter around the bathroom, the desire to see his reaction to her hand against her sex tempted her to continue, but when the bathroom door opened and he approached the bed, she felt a flurry of butterflies and immediately questioned the wisdom of her decision.

  “What do we have here?” he asked, approaching the bed. “Does the maiden wish to be punished?”

  “Why would you say that?” she purred, dropping her hand away and reaching it toward his groin, hoping it would distract him.

  “The thing is, Bella, there are only so many times I’ll let you manipulate me into spanking you,” he said, taking her hand and sitting on the edge of the mattress, “and you are pushing the envelope.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” she sweetly replied.

  “My goodness,” he said sternly, grabbing her wrist. “Now you’re adding a lie to your sins?”

  “Lie? What lie?” she giggled.

  “You are in a sassy mood. Tell me, have you been touching yourself all afternoon, lying here waiting for me?”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” she sighed. “Come and lie next to me. I need a cuddle.”

  “More lies? Bella, my goodness. I can only assume you want me to whip your butt very hard.”

  “No!”

  “Do you remember the night I caught you and took you into my office?”

  “How could I forget? Every single detail is in my head forever.”

  “One chance to tell me the truth, remember that part?”

  “Uh-huh,” she nodded, feeling her butterflies starting to swirl in a frenzied dance.

  “It appears history is going to repeat itself. One chance, Bella, to tell me the truth, the whole truth, about those naughty fingers I just saw between your legs.”

  “Can’t you just lie next to me?” she bleated, repeating her request. “I’ve missed you. I’ve been lying here thinking about you all afternoon.”

  “Hmm, I can tell,” he said softly, releasing her wrist to explore her soaked sex.

  “Ooh, sir,” she moaned, wriggling against his finger.

  “One chance. Tell me right now or I will tie you to this bed and go into the living room and watch television.”

  “No! You wouldn’t.”

  “Of course I would.”

  “That would be cruel and unusual punishment.”

  “Then start talking.”

  “Okay, fine. After my bath I was craving you, like, really craving you, and you didn’t, exactly, tell me I couldn’t touch myself, so I, uh, sort of did.”

  “But you knew you shouldn’t.”

  “Yes, sir,” she sighed, loving the sweep of submission descending upon her.

  “Then what?”

  “After you went into take a shower just now I started again, but when I heard the shower stop, I touched myself again because I wanted to see what you would do if you caught me.”

  “What a surprise,” he said with a wry grin as he pushed his finger inside her.

  “Ooh, sir,” she gasped again.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “Please, sir, will you spank me then make love to me?” she whispered.

  As Vince had listened to her confession, his cock had surged to full attention. He had no desire to refuse her, but he still needed to exact some discipline.

  “I’m going to grant your request,” he said, leaning his head down to kiss her nipples, “but you know I have to punish you.”

  “Yes, sir,” she breathed.

  “You’re going to have your first taste of a bath brush.”

  “A bath brush? Ooh, that doesn’t sound very nice.”

  “It’s not, but you have only yourself to blame,” he said, kissing her lightly. “I’ll warm your bottom over my knee just the way you hoped I would, but then you’ll get three swats on each cheek with the back of the brush. I believe it will give you pause next time you’re tempted to touch yourself without permission, or test me like you did.”

  “Oh, sir.”

  “Go and fetch it, then come back here and lie over my lap.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said softly, and, stomach churning, she moved off the bed and padded into the bathroom.

  As Vince watched her naked body walk away, her bottom still showing signs of his previous attention, he reached for a pillow so she could bury her head. He didn’t need a concerned guest calling the manager because of howls and wails coming from the suite.

  “Here you are, sir,” Bella said demurely, returning with the long-handled wooden brush.

  “Thank you,” he said, placing it to the side. “Stretch over my lap, your head and feet on the bed.”

  Climbing onto the mattress, she laid herself flat, and before she’d barely settled he began smacking her upturned bottom.

  “Head in that pillow,” he said firmly. “No loud yelps.”

  Grabbing the pillow, she stuffed her face into the soft down, wriggling as the heavy slaps continued to fall.

  “Fast and furious,” he declared, accelerating his hand, “this is going to be fast and furious.”

  “Owwwwwww,” she wailed. “Sir, sir, please!”

  Bella was stunned with the force and pace of the spanking. Her bottom was quickly plagued with a stinging heat, and there was no letup from his punishing hand.

  “Is thi
s what you wanted?” he asked, continuing to rain his swats.

  “No, yes, not so hard,” her muffled voice cried.

  “If you’re going to test me, be prepared for the consequences.”

  “Sir, I get it,” she cried. “I do.”

  “In a minute you’ll truly have reason to say that,” he warned, unexpectedly transforming his hot hand into a warm caress as he rubbed her scalded skin.

  “I don’t know why I do these things,” she moaned.

  “Perhaps one day you’ll understand I’ll always exact discipline, and remember what I said. You’re pushing the envelope, and whacking a bottom isn’t the only way to punish a naughty girl.”

  “I’ll remember,” she whimpered.

  “Time to move on to the brush,” he decreed. “The first three are for touching yourself when you knew you shouldn’t, the second for testing me. I’m still deciding on your punishment for your lies and attempting to manipulate me. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir, understood.”

  “Face in the pillow, these are going to hurt.”

  Hearing her worried, muffled groan, Vince picked up the bath brush and smoothed it across her cheeks to warn her of its impending visit, then, raising it in the air, he flicked his wrist and landed a solid strike. She howled into the pillow, then howled again as he delivered the second and third whacks, the last ending on her sit spot.

  “Now for lying,” he declared.

  Repeating the punishment on her opposite cheek elicited the same wails of painful remorse.

  “Are we beginning to see the light?”

  “Yes, sir, definitely.”

  “I don’t wish to be so severe with you, Bella, but if you continue to do these things, then I must continue to exact my discipline.”

  “Sorry, sir.”

  “Yes, I’m sure you are,” he sighed, “but sorry is getting a bit old.”

  Placing the brush on the mattress next to him, he shifted her body to raise her hips, and, holding her tightly, he began showering her bottom with swift slaps, moving his palm with lightning speed across the entirety of both cheeks.

  Squealing into the pillow, Bella squirmed and wriggled, but his hold was too strong. She was being punished, and punished well, and as the searing sting took hold, she swore to herself not to do things she knew would get her into trouble.

  “All right, young lady, come on, into my arms. So naughty, my goodness.”

  “Ouch, ouch, ouch. Man, that hurt, ooh.”

  “As I believe I have said, punishment is supposed to hurt. If you ever want a spanking for pleasure, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

  “Yes, sir, I’m soooo sorry.”

  “I’ll bet you are,” he sighed. “Silly, bratty girl.”

  “Can we please lie next to each other, side by side?”

  “Yes, sweetheart, of course we can.”

  Shifting on the mattress, he laid her down next to him, and with her face buried in his chest, he moved his hand softly over her hot, stinging seat until she lifted her head, begging for a kiss. His lips slid across hers, his tongue pushed between her teeth, and with a passionate fervor she pressed her body against him.

  “I want you so much,” she bleated as he moved his lips to her neck.

  Pushing her onto her back, he retrieved a condom from the nightstand, quickly slid it in place, then rolled on top of her and let his member find its own way into her soaked sex. He continued to kiss her as he thrust, then raised himself up as he grabbed her wrists and brought them to either side of her head, pinning them on the mattress.

  “Sir, please, will you accept my orgasm?” she panted.

  “Already?” he teased, slowing his strokes.

  “I was so close this afternoon, so many times,” she groaned.

  “You mean you repeatedly brought yourself to the edge but didn’t come?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “That must have been difficult,” he purred, his cock continuing to move slowly in and out.

  “It was, so difficult,” she gasped.

  “I’m proud of you for holding back, so yes, you may give me your orgasm.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  Guided by her moans and utterances of pleasure, he increased his pace and, closing his eyes, chased his orgasm to join with hers. As she took in a sharp breath and held it, he knew she was about to erupt, and pumped harder, urging his cream to bubble to the surface.

  Having been at the edge for so long, Bella toppled into a cascading series of spasms. He dropped his mouth over hers to muffle her cries, and they kissed their way through the frenzied amorous journey until her continuing convulsions finally subsided and, completely spent, his shriveled cock fell away.

  “Oh, my gosh,” she said breathlessly as he dropped beside her, “that was unbelievable.”

  “I think I just thought of a suitable punishment,” he panted.

  “No! What? Please tell me,” she begged.

  “I have no intention of telling you.”

  “Ooh, you’re so cruel,” she whimpered, moving to snuggle against him.

  “Yep, that’s me.”

  “I feel like I’m weightless.”

  “Mmm, I know what you mean,” he sighed. “When we’ve recovered, Nathan Samuels is going to order up an outstanding early dinner.”

  “Oh, that sounds wonderful. I’m starving.”

  “I’m sure you are. Let’s look at what they have,” he suggested, sliding off the bed.

  Retrieving the leather binder from the small desk against the wall, he carried it back to the bed, and together they made their choices.

  “Did you find anything in the suitcase you can wear?” he asked as he called room service.

  “I didn’t really look.”

  “I threw a couple of sweat suits in there; one of them is too small for me. It might be usable. It’s the gray one. I should have thought of it before.”

  While he placed the order, Bella did a quick hunt and, finding the clothing, she pulled it on. After rolling up the bottom of the pants and the cuffs of the sleeves, she did a twirl.

  “Marvelous,” she laughed. “Comfortable and trendy.”

  “You could wear a potato sack and make it look fabulous,” he grinned. “Bella, come back here. There’s something I need to tell you.”

  “Okay.”

  “I can’t stay here overnight. I can leave late, but I have to go home.”

  “Bummer,” she frowned.

  “You don’t have to worry though. You’ll have protection.”

  “Do I need it?”

  “Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it,” he replied. “It’s all arranged. You have nothing to worry about, and I have a very special surprise planned.”

  “You do?”

  “I do.”

  “When?

  “I’m not telling you anything else. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  After a delicious meal, they had curled up on the couch to watch television, interrupted when there was a knock on the door. Startled, Bella looked anxiously at Vince.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s a notary public. She’s going to be taking your fingerprints.”

  “My fingerprints? Why?”

  “Do you trust me?” he asked softly.

  “Of course I do, totally.”

  “Then be a good girl and just go with the flow. I promise I’ll fill you in later.”

  “Okay,” she sighed, “but I don’t know why everything has to be such a mystery.”

  It was a quick procedure, and settling back down, Bella was almost dozing when Vince’s burner phone, sitting on the coffee table in front of them, began buzzing.

  “Are you expecting a call?” Bella asked, lifting her head off his shoulder.

  “I am,” he smiled as he picked it up. “Don’t panic.”

  “It’s hard not to,” she mumbled.

  “Hello? Yes, now is fine,” was all he said before e
nding the call.

  “Who was that?”

  “You’ll see,” he winked.

  “Is that my surprise? I’ve been sitting here waiting all night.”

  “Yes, that’s your surprise. When the knock comes on the door, you can answer it.”

  “Seriously? I’m very confused.”

  “You won’t be soon,” he said, putting his arms around her and giving her a hug. “My sweet, naughty Bella. You know I totally adore you.”

  “Vince,” she smiled, snuggling into him. “Why so mushy?”

  “I have no idea, it just happened,” he sighed. “Maybe it’s because in a few more hours this will all be behind us and we can get down to the business of living our lives.”

  “I love the sound of that,” she murmured, closing her eyes, “and I love sitting here curled up like this watching TV.”

  “Me too,” he said warmly.

  “I loved that dinner.”

  “You just love everything right now,” he said, smiling.

  “You’re right, everything,” she breathed, especially you. I love you. I do… oh, Vince, I do.

  Though she was expecting the knock, it startled her. Straightening up, she looked quizzically at her handsome officer.

  “Go on,” he said. “Answer the door.”

  Rising from the sofa, she moved across the room and, not sure what to expect, slowly cracked the door open.

  “Scott!” she cried in shocked surprise. “I don’t believe it. What are you doing here? I thought you were flowers or something.”

  “Flowers,” he laughed, walking quickly inside and closing the door behind them. “Why would I be flowers?”

  “Because Vince told me it was a surprise. I didn’t think the surprise would be a human, least of all you. I so happy to see you,” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly. “Wait, I thought you were…?”

  “You thought I was what?” he grinned, stepping back.

  “Vince,” she said, spinning around and staring at him, “would you please tell me something? Anything? I’ll take the smallest crumb.”

  “Scott is no longer under suspicion, how’s that?” he chuckled, standing up. “He’s going to babysit you tonight. Hi, Scott.”