Chapter 21

Katie slid her thumbs into the waistband of Damien's boxers and worked them to the floor. When he stepped out of them, she put both hands against his chest and lightly shoved him onto the bed. He went willingly, happy to enjoy whatever her inventive mind had planned.
"Scoot up." There was a big pile of pillows padding the wrought iron headboard. Damien immediately followed instructions and reclined against them. True to her word, Katie rewarded him by climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips. His cock strained upward, brushed against the scrap of wet silk between her legs before she scooted forward and sat on his chest.
The first thing she did was lean down and kiss him. His arms wrapped up around her as her lips softly nibbled along his, tasting and exploring. He tried to deepen the kiss, but she pulled back with another smile.
"Uh-uh." She shook her finger playfully near his nose. "Not yet. Now close your eyes."
He did, content to let her take charge. He felt her lean over, heard the clatter of plastic as she took something off the nightstand. Then his eyes flew open in shock as she snapped a handcuff around his wrist and manacled it to the iron bedpost. While he lay there stunned, she clipped the other wrist to the opposite post. She perched on his chest grinning.
"You realize I could break these if I wanted to?"
Her musical laugh warmed his soul. "Honey if you hadn't noticed, the cuffs are plastic. I could break them. And I have no doubt if you really put your mind to it, you could rip the headboard apart. Relax and have some fun, okay? Today was your first day at a new job. You've earned a little playtime."
He had to concede the point. And since she was wiggling her delectable ass down his body, he quickly decided she was right. She stopped with her pussy riding the ridge of his erection and teased him with her damp heat. Then she reached over and pulled a couple more objects from the nightstand.
"What now?" He didn't even try to keep the chuckle out of his voice.
"No talking." She waved a small paintbrush at him. "Or you'll force me to add a blindfold."
She dipped the brush into a small jar and began to paint a design on his chest. The fine hairs tickled against his skin, but it was worth the minor torment to watch Katie's face while she worked. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and squinted as she meticulously traced symbols on his skin.
"What - "
"Ah!" She shook her head, reminding him he wasn't supposed to speak. He nodded his apology and was rewarded with a quick buss on his chin before Katie went back to her work. She shifted her hips occasionally as she worked, rubbing her cleft along the ridge of his aroused cock.
"There!" She straightened up and inspected her artwork. "Perfect."
Then she moved. At first he was disappointed to lose the weight on his erection, but she turned and swung the other leg over his hips, ending in the same place she'd started but facing his feet. The new position robbed him of the sight of her face, but he was compensated with a view of her luscious ass. Forgetting the cuffs he moved to fill his hands with her cheeks, but was brought up short by the restraints. Sure he could have snapped them in a heartbeat, but he was having fun. So he stared instead, mentally lining up all the ways he was going to pay her back. They'd both enjoy every minute.
She painted something on his thigh and he realized the design on his chest was heating up. Apparently whatever paint she was using had warming oil in it. The sensation wasn't unpleasant, but it was increasing his arousal, making him even hotter for Katie, more impatient to be inside her. She finished her artwork on one leg then switched to the other. She'd started humming along with the stereo and her hips swayed in time to the music, which added to the friction on his cock. He moaned when she lifted off him again, this time coming to rest between his legs, facing him.
"Almost done." Her voice was low and husky, impossibly seductive. "Just one more thing." She dipped the paintbrush one last time and then added a few swift lines, right on the sensitive flesh of his shaft. This time he recognized that she was writing a word, but he was so overwhelmed by the feather strokes of the brush and the heat of the oil that he couldn't make out the letters. Then she set the paint and brush aside and sat back on her heels to survey her handiwork.
"Oh yeah." She gave a happy purr. "Goddess, Damien, I could just play with your body for weeks on end. I wish neither of us had to go to work today."
So did he. But he wasn't supposed to talk, so he just sent her a smoldering glance and nodded his agreement.
She leaned down and ran the tip of her tongue along the crease of first one leg then the other. "But there's always the weekend, isn't there? And then, big guy, you are all mine." She grasped his cock in her hands and lowered her mouth. Game or no game, Damien couldn't repress the groan that rose up from his throat. Katie didn't seem to object. She swirled that talented tongue around the head of his penis, dipping inside to collect the droplet of pre-cum he knew had to be beading there. He bucked his hips up, trying to fuck her mouth when she opened her lips and drew the head of him inside for a brief taste.
He wouldn't have minded if she'd decided to settle down and seriously suck him, but she dropped one last little kiss on the very tip and moved up to tickle his navel.
"Bet you want to know what I wrote." She kissed her way up to his nipple and circled it with her tongue.
He nodded then gasped in a deep breath as she nipped.
"Wel-l-l..." She traced the lines on his chest with the tip of one finger. "These are runes. This is a protection spell. I know you're stronger than the average cop, but I'm betting you're still vulnerable to bullets. And the whole point of your task force is to keep the other big baddies in line. So while I'd never try to get between you and your job, I'm still going to worry about you."
Damien was touched beyond belief. He could live with her painting a protection spell on his chest. It still stunned him that anyone other than his parents would care enough to want him to be safe.
She touched first one thigh and then the other and slanted him a wicked little smile. "One of these is the Japanese character for stamina. The other is for creativity." She licked her lips before running her hand along the letters on his cock. "You want to know what this one says?"
He nodded.
She narrowed her eyes and stared into his as her fingers traced the lines. "This one is just a simple statement of fact. M-I-N-E. Mine. As in, this..." She wrapped her hand around his shaft and squeezed. "Belongs to Katie. And only Katie. You have a problem with that?"
"Goddess, no!" He'd forgotten he wasn't supposed to speak. "I love you, Katie Calhoun. Why the hell would I want to be with anyone else?"