Strictly Yours: Hooded Pleasures, Book 3 by Sheryl Nantus Page B

sharp reply. I didn’t ask you for anything more than advice.
    But I’m a cop. And your sub.
    And I won’t let you be worried or scared if I can do anything about it.
    The radio flashed to life, the commands blaring out from the speaker and banishing any thoughts of Jen from his mind.
    Henry grinned as Nathan hit the lights and siren.
    “Time to earn our paycheck,” Nathan said.

Chapter Seven
    Nathan’s black eye hadn’t totally faded by Sunday, earning him a disapproving look from Jennifer as he knelt at her feet.
    He couldn’t think of her as Danielle anymore.
    “What happened here?” The riding crop slid along his cheekbone, the smell digging into his senses and cutting straight to his libido.
    “Punk at a bar decided he wasn’t going to go down easy.” He closed his eyes as the leather tip moved down over his collarbone and across his bare chest. It took a concentrated effort to stay still as it skittered on his body hair.
    Her concerned hum cut through his arousal. “Are you in any pain? Anything at all?” The crop tickled down his left side, dangerously close to his bare cock and balls. “I need to know before we start.”
    “My right shoulder. I took some painkillers before you arrived, but it’s still pretty tender.”
    Lying to her would be wrong. He could pretend to be tough, but if he safe-worded out because of pain there’d be hell to pay.
    Honesty was the best policy.
    “Hmm.” The crop traveled across the back of his shoulders, gently crossing the black-and-blue blotch. “I can see that. Lovely bruise. Jerk did quite a job on you.” The heated whisper in his ear had him at full arousal, ready and raring to go. “Don’t think for a minute I’m going to go light on you because you’re out there saving the world. When you’re in my hands, you’re not a cop, you’re my boy toy to do with as I wish.”
    He smiled despite the risk. “Yes, Mistress. Anything you wish.”
    “You’ve forced me to change my plans for today.” The cool leather landed gently on his balls, still hard enough to make him jump.
    “I’m sorry, Mistress,” Nathan automatically replied.
    “It’s not your fault.” She paused. “Did you crack his skull?”
    Nathan chuckled. “Aside from being charged for assaulting a police officer, he’s dealing with a dislocated shoulder courtesy of my partner, who stepped in and secured him.”
    “Good. I’d have hated for him to walk away unscathed.” The soft whisper caressed the back of his neck. “But this provides me with an opportunity. And I do love improvising.”
    Despite what she’d said, Jen had been planning to do this particular scenario for a while. It was all a case of finding the right time and place to maximize the emotional impact.
    Nathan had handed both to her on a platter.
    Not all domination was about the physical act.
    Not if you did it right.
    She pulled the length of nylon cord out of her backpack.
    It’d been cut to eight feet, more than enough to serve her purposes.
    “Stand up. Position three.”
    Nathan rose and placed his hands behind his back, feet slightly apart.
    She positioned him under the track lighting and slipped a thick black blindfold over his eyes.
    He stiffened slightly as the world vanished for him, replaced with only her voice.
    “I thought we’d try something new.” She drew her nails down over his bare chest. “Your safe-word is—”
    “Blue moon.”
    “Don’t forget it. Along with red, yellow and green.” Jen wanted to remind him there were ways to downgrade the scene without fully stopping.
    “I’ll remember, Mistress.” He licked his lips in nervous anticipation.
    “Good.” She knelt down and worked with the rope.
    Nathan let out a grunt as she slipped an overhand knot over his erect cock and pulled it gently to fit. His arms twitched, and she knew he wanted nothing more than to reach down to see what was happening.
    “Stay,” she warned him.
    He froze in place, a statue except for his cock, which