All Wound Up
Rated ADULT: D/s, ponyplay, puppyplay
"Detective Ellison?" Jim looked up at the older man standing in front of his desk. He looked familiar.
"Yeah?"
The man stuck out a hand. "Detective Peterson from Homicide."
Jim shook his hand and tried to push aside any frustration at getting interrupted. "What can I do for you?" Jim narrowed his eyes suspiciously as Peterson slowly turned a faint shade of pink.
"Detective, I know you are good with handling a certain kind of witness."
Jim crossed his arms. If this schmuck was about to say something about Blair, Jim was ready to rip him a new asshole. When Blair had first ripped into those patrol officers still wearing the bondage gear from his puppy play, he had made it patently clear that he would not be humiliated into apologizing for being a sexual submissive, and as the man Blair trusted to be his dominant, Jim was feeling more than a little protective. If this Peterson asshole said even one word, Jim was going to put him into a wall and have a few words about respect and tolerance.
"Anyway," Peterson cleared his throat, "I have a witness who is falling apart. She's a good kid, but she's..." he cleared his throat again, "a little...." Peterson collapsed into a chair so fast that Jim sat up in alarm, half expecting that Peterson just had a heart attack or something. "Fuck." He pulled off his thick, black glasses, and Jim could see from the way his eyes dilated that the man was blind as a bat without them.
"What about your witness?" Jim asked quietly. It was a tone of voice he normally reserved for victims, but Peterson was looking like a victim of something.
"She's falling apart, Ellison. She wants to go to some club, but I can't secure the area. Hell, they'll take one look at me and lock me out, and she witnessed a gang murder. She needs to stay under protective custody at all times. But she's telling me that she's going to fall apart if she can't—" Peterson stopped. "Fuck, can you just talk to her or have Sandburg talk to her? I can't have her fall apart this late in the game. The prosecution will have a fit."
The pieces clicked. His witness was either a dominate or a submissive. "What do you expect me to do about this?" Jim asked coldly. If this woman was a dominant, Jim was more likely to cut off her hand than give her an outlet. He did not share well, and the thought of someone touching Blair in a possessive way was enough to set his teeth on edge, and if she was a submissive, Jim wasn't a dom for hire.
"Ellison, please. Just talk to her. Do something. If you don't, she's going to fall apart, and a murderer is going to go free because she's going to look like a tweaker up on the stand. She's bouncing off walls already, and I.... Ellison, please."
Jim sighed. Looking around at the last of his paperwork, he had to admit that he wasn't horribly behind on anything. "Let me talk to my captain," he told Peterson. The man looked ridiculously relieved.
Two seconds after Jim had walked into the safehouse, Jim could see that Raven Gillard was submissive. She was standing by the kitchen door with her long arms wrapped around her stomach, her bright pink hair messy and glossy from not being washed, and her eyes wide and wild and sparking with anger. Not only was she a submissive, but she was on the verge of physically flailing out of control.
In those early days, back before Blair had been Jim's lover, Blair had fallen apart once. His emotions had run so close to the surface that he had raged out of control. He'd even tried to attack Jim, not that he'd gotten far. To this day, Blair insisted he'd been trying to get out, and Jim insisted Blair had been trying to get Jim to physically dominate him. Blair had still been a witness on one of Jim's cases, so Jim couldn't sexually dominate the man, but he'd put him in a hold, put him face down on the couch and tied his hands behind his back until Blair had found enough control to get himself under control.
Right now, Raven had that same expression. She wanted to be tied down so she could let go of all the emotions raging inside. "Give us a second," Jim said to Peterson's partner. The man was nearly as young as Blair, which put him about five years older than Raven if Jim was guessing right. He looked to Peterson for some sort of confirmation.
"Come on, Whitney. Let's check perimeter."
Whitney looked from Jim to Raven. "Are you...?"
"Go," Jim said firmly, poking his thumb toward the door. Whitney jumped and then hurried to follow Peterson outside. Raven watched the exchange with wide eyes. She was basically a pretty girl—brown eyes, a little on the rounded side. Jim didn't personally care much for the bright pink hair, but maybe his Sentinel vision was just overly bothered by the bright color.
Jim crossed his arms and sat on the edge of one of the chairs. "Do you need me to tie you?" he asked.
Raven gave him a double take, her mouth falling open. Jim just waited, watching as her need for that and her obvious embarrassment warred in her expression.
"No," she finally said, aggressively. She might be a submissive, but she wasn't like Blair. She didn't want to submit easily, or maybe she just didn't want to submit to Jim.
Jim nodded. "Fair enough. I prefer to have a solid understanding of the limits before I put my ropes on someone. It prevents confusion later." Jim didn't mention that Blair was the only partner he'd ever tied up. The smell of pain and need just about overwhelmed Jim as Raven closed the distance between them, stopping just a foot or two away. Her hands were at her sides, fists tight and every muscle stretched to a breaking point.
"I'm fucking sick of being in this house. I'm not the fucking criminal."
"No, you aren't," Jim agreed. "You're a woman caught in a very difficult situation who is doing something exceptionally brave. And I imagine this is difficult for you."
"You have no fucking idea." She spat the words at Jim, her anger sliding around just under her skin. "I need out of here." She turned toward the door and took two steps before Jim caught her arm.
"You're not leaving."
"You can't fucking keep me!" Raven whirled around and aimed a slap for Jim's face. It was a slow move, clumsy and awkward, and she clearly intended Jim to intercept it. He did. Then he used her weight to swing her around and then pulled her back toward him so that he trapped her in his arms and used one leg around her thighs to imitate the bondage he suspected she needed.
"Let me go!" she wailed. She flailed, but for all her struggles, she was careful to not fight hard enough to actually break Jim's hold. Now that Jim held her close, he could feel that she was muscled and hard under her punk clothing, far more than he would have expected. If anything, she could give Blair a run for his money, strength-wise, and Blair was a solid man.
"Stop," Jim commanded firmly, but with very little emotion in his voice. The word made her stop immediately. She trembled in his embrace, but she didn't move.
"I can't," she whispered.
"You can't what, Raven?" Jim asked calmly. While he wasn't sexually attracted to her, the more she obeyed his voice, the more Jim could feel a protective instinct, an urge to take care of the one submitting to him.
"I can't turn off the fear. They're going to kill me." She gave a little sob.
"No, they aren't. They are not going to hurt you. You're going to testify and then we're going to find you a new home far away from here where you'll be safe. The killer isn't even high enough in the gang for the leadership to try and look for you." Jim suspected that logic wasn't going to reach her, but he had to try.
She shook her head. "I can't sleep. I can't turn off all these thoughts, and I'm going to fuck up. I'm going to get on the stand and be so strung out that I can't do it. I've heard Peterson. I know what he's saying."
Jim sighed. He knew he was working on limited information. Blair, one officer in the army who'd gone on his knees for Jim, and the Internet were the extent of his knowledge of submissives, but as far as he could tell, being criticized was a pretty big trigger for them. They wanted to serve, to make others happy, and being told she was in danger of fucking up a case was going to set her off.
"The case is our problem, the police and the prosecutors," Jim said firmly. "You are one witness. This case is not your responsibility."
Raven twisted around to look at him. "But Peterson said..." She stopped.
"Peterson is trying to motivate you to pull yourself together," Jim told her.
She snorted. "He's a fucking moron."
Jim didn't bother to contradict her. "Are you more under control now?"
She nodded, and Jim slowly let her go, watching as she retreated to the kitchen wall again. At least this time she wasn't hugging herself, every muscle ready to flee.
"What do you need, Raven?" Jim asked. There were a lot of forms of domination. Blair was pretty flexible. As long as he could feel Jim's control over him, he flitted from spankings to puppy play to bondage to orgasm denial, and each made him equally happy. From Jim's research, he'd found that Blair was actually pretty unusual in that way, so Raven probably had one or two activities that she needed. Jim couldn't deal with this until he knew what those activities were and whether or not he could provide them. If she needed a whipping, they were going to have to figure something else out because Jim did not cause people pain—not unless they were criminals.
"Nothing," she said. She didn't sound quite as angry now, but there was still a defensive wall.
"Do you want me to call my partner?"
"Why? So you two can double team me?" Raven was starting to take on that hard edge again.
"My submissive partner, not my work partner," Jim corrected her gently. This wasn't a part of his life that he normally shared with others, but he wasn't ashamed of it. And Blair... hell, that man would sing ballads to his submissiveness if Jim let him. One thing Jim knew was that if he left this girl suffering because he tried to keep his orientation a secret, Blair was going to justifiably kick his ass.
"Really?" Raven asked softly, and the desperation told Jim just as much as her anger had. Peterson was right that she was going to be worthless at trial if she didn't get a chance to let go of all these fears and focus on finding a better headspace.
"I can call him right now." Jim took out his cell phone.
Raven shook her head and looked toward the door. "They'll give him a hard time."
Jim stood up, his anger obviously slipping into his expression because Raven pressed herself back against the wall. "Did they give you a hard time?" he demanded.
For a second, she just stared at him, her eyes large. "No, it's not that they gave me a hard time as much as..." she stopped.
"They didn't understand?" Jim guessed. She nodded. "Raven, I understand that, but let me tell you, that will not bother Blair. The first time I met Blair, he was still wearing most of his gear from doing puppy play, he was clutching a blanket around him to try and cover up, and he was still verbally shredding four uniformed cops who made the mistake of not understanding. Trust me, he would not mind coming over here and shredding a couple of detectives." Jim laughed and leaned back against the chair again as he considered just how much fun Blair would have doing exactly that. And it never stopped giving Jim a thrill that a man with such a wild streak and so much strength would lay all that strength at Jim's feet. He wouldn't mind calling Blair in at all. "Besides, Peterson asked me to come over to help him with a witness, so I think he understands more than you give him credit for."
"Your partner does puppy play?" she asked. Her anger was gone, replaced with a sort of wary hopefulness.
"He loves it. He works with the department and teaches classes at the university on top of his classes, and sometimes he gets himself wound so tight that he needs a way to turn off all his worries." Jim silently encouraged her to admit that she needed that. He could use some of Blair's older gear, put her in bondage, and let her chew on a rubber toy until she had finally managed to turn off all the little voices in her head. It never failed to amaze Jim how, when Blair was really wound tight, nothing could help him just relax more than becoming a puppy and leaving his human identity and his human worries behind.
"I'm a pony," she blurted out so fast that Jim had to mentally rewind and run that sentence again.
"A pony?" he asked, his voice still calm. What the fuck was he supposed to do with a pony? Jim had immediate thoughts of stables and carts and none of that made any sense given that most play took place inside.
Her whole body was tight as she nodded.
"A pony," Jim repeated. "I don't have as much experience with that." Jim stopped. "I don't have any experience with that," he amended himself. "But we can work something out as long as all you need is the bondage. I'm sexually exclusive with Blair."
She nodded, but she still looked miserable.
"As strong as you are, I should have guessed, huh?" Jim asked her. "Do you have some place private where you can be a pony and pull carts?"
She nodded without offering any location.
"I bet you can pull a lot of weight. That pink hair of yours would look nice against black leather, too." Jim may not know a lot about pony play, but he suspected that she needed to be praised for doing well. Maybe a little praise and a little time relaxing without thinking about the case would get her back on track.
"I can pull two people at once pretty easy," she said, and from her tone, she was pretty proud of that. She was also starting to relax for the first time since Jim had seen her. "I know it's dumb...."
"No, no more than it's dumb that I enjoy seeing people submit to me," Jim cut her off. "I like stroking over flanks and tightening the leather and grooming my partner, and as long as everyone is enjoying themselves, there's nothing dumb about it."
"You'd enjoy it?" she asked softly. "I don't want to upset your partner."
Jim snorted. "Trust me, he's harder to upset than that. If I left you here with Peterson, that would upset him. Hell, he'd probably bite me on the leg and pee on the couch if I even tried." Jim was rewarded with a small smile.
Blair dropped his backpack in the hall as he searched his pockets for the key. "Damn it," he said softly, and was surprised when the door opened like magic.
"Jim!" Blair said happily. He'd thought Jim was working all day. "Man, it's nice to see you home early. Please tell me that no one blew up the station or something because you are not exactly one for taking time off."
Blair grabbed his backpack and headed into the loft. As he came in through the door, he froze in astonishment. What the hell was a pink pony doing in the kitchen? And why was it wearing his black harness like a halter? Okay, pony girl, but still. So not what he had expected.
"Jim?" Blair asked softly. If Jim wanted to go back to girls, Blair couldn't exactly forbid him, but he would have liked a little more warning before getting kicked in the stomach.
Jim reached out and caught Blair by the back of the neck and pulled him close, holding him so tight that Blair had to breathe carefully. "I've been trying to call you for the last hour, Chief. We're on witness detail for a couple of days, and the witness we're protecting needs a chance to unwind and let some of her fears just sort of fade into the background."
Blair's body sagged as he realized what Jim was telling him. "Oh man. Shit. I was having not good thoughts there for a second," Blair admitted, resting his forehead against Jim's chest.
"You're the only puppy I need, Sandburg. Besides, I don't have the energy to housebreak anyone else." Blair looked up and punched Jim in the stomach when he saw the expression on Jim's face.
"Dork," Blair accused him. Now that Blair's stomach wasn't knotted at the idea of losing his partner and lover, Blair took a closer look at the girl. Her bright pink hair fell just past her shoulders and the black harness held it tightly against her head. It was a poor fitting contraption, but Blair knew that a lot of the pony play submissives couldn't get into the part without some sort of halter. She was wearing black panties and a black bra and a long pink tail was attached to a pink ribbon around her waist. With her hands tied behind her back and her halter tied off to the kitchen cabinet, she had to roll her eyes to look at him. Her struggles made the muscles on her back and legs stand out.
Blair whistled. "Wow. She is a beauty. I wish we had some land and a cart," Blair walked over to her side. "Can I touch her?" he asked, looking to Jim. The last thing he wanted to do was freak her out if she was already having trouble, but Blair could see her arch her back, her head going up at the praise. If she'd been a puppy, she would have been wiggling her tail.
"Go for it, Chief. This is Sundancer. She's going to be here for three days."
"No offense, but man, that halter sucks."
"Yeah, we haven't had a pony around, so I'm a little short on pony gear," Jim said. Blair ran a hand down Sundancer's back, feeling the strong muscles. His fingers slid over her satin underwear and squeezed the firm butt.
"She's gorgeous. Do you want me to call a friend of mine? He could run some gear over." Blair looked at Jim hopefully. These things took the right equipment.
Jim frowned and let his own hands run over Sundancer's shoulders before he reached up and ran a finger under the poorly fitting leather. "I don't want your friend in here, and I don't want you discussing Sundancer, understand?" Jim asked.
"Totally. I get it," Blair agreed. If Sundancer was a witness, that implied there were bad guys after her. She didn't need either of them reminding her of that. "I'll call Kenny and have him run a halter and lead and a couple of mitts over." Blair reached for the phone. "Can I groom her? Oh man, I have always wanted a pony."
Sundancer arched her back more and tossed her head. Yep, if she was a puppy, she'd be squirming for a tummy rub right about now. Jim chuckled and let his hands run down her sides to her hips before he reached up and fingered one of her pink locks.
"I think that would be alright," Jim agreed.
"Cool!" Blair said before he dialed the phone.
After making his call, Blair took the leather off and slipped one of his metal choke chains around Sundancer's neck. The chain would survive the water, and Blair didn't want to take all the restraints off when he bathed her. Jim's eyebrow went up, but he didn't comment as Blair urged her into the bathroom with soft words and an apple cut into small pieces. "Come on girl," he coaxed. She took a step forward and reached out to lip the apple off his palm before Blair backed up another step. "Good girl. Oh yeah, such a pretty girl. You need some grooming. Someone isn't taking care of a pretty girl."
Blair smiled, watching the transformation as she slipped under. Her eyes half shut and her movements became more random as she let herself slide from pretending to act like a horse into letting herself really feel like it. Blair had tried to explain it to Jim once, but he couldn't. It was the difference between the sort of actor who pretended to feel an emotion and a method actor who did feel the emotion.
"Such a good girl you are." Blair held out another piece of apple and she took it and then snuffed right into his palm.
"Good girl." Blair rubbed her forehead and tightened the leash just a little so she would feel the pressure.
"You're doing good," Jim offered from behind. Blair smiled. Jim's senses totally gave him the advantage in this sort of play. There were days that Blair could swear the man read minds because he knew exactly when Blair was tired or sleepy or hungry. Blair had played at being the puppy with a lot of dominants, but Jim was the only one where he could let go of himself for extended periods and just be the puppy... no pressures, no thoughts, just total relaxation.
"She's such a well-trained pony. And strong. Man, I would love to see her pulling a cart uphill, all those muscles working," Blair said, and he patted her hip. She pressed into the touch and used the side of her head to push into him. The doorbell rang and there a flicker of awareness returned to her eyes.
"That's your friend with the housecall. After all, our pony needs the right equipment," Jim said, soothing her with a quick pat on the hip before he turned back toward the living room and hurried for the door.
"Good girl," Blair offered another apple piece, not even making her take another step, but this time she was distracted as she picked it off his palm. The voices from the living room were indistinct and then the door closed again. Blair reached up and rubbed Sundancer's forehead, crooning softly as Jim appeared at the end of the hall.
"Special delivery. As soon as you get Sundancer groomed, we'll get her into her new gear," Jim said. He came down the hallway and Sundancer tossed her head up and down with a soft nickering sound. "You're going to look great in your new gear," Jim patted her on the hip.
"Come on girl, you aren't getting groomed out here," Blair said, offering the last of the apple. She reached for it, and Blair backed into the bathroom. For a second, she stopped and made a loud snorting noise and tossed her head.
"Good girl." Jim urged her forward with his hands on her hips, and she took the last step into the bathroom and claimed her bit of apple.
"Underwear on or off?" Blair asked. He hadn't been there for the negotiations, and he didn't know how far Sundancer wanted to go.
"She said she wanted to be the pony. Ponies don't wear underwear," Jim pointed out. Leaning against the counter, he watched while Blair stripped her. Sundancer seemed to have forgotten her arms and hands as she explored the bathroom, nosing at the towels.
"Oh man." Blair tightened the leash to stop some of her explorations. "She really needed this," Blair said sympathetically. It took him at least an hour before he could truly slip into the sort of meditative state where he felt like a puppy, but he was fairly sure she was there already.
"You have no idea, Chief," Jim said. He reached over and stroked a hand over her shoulder and arm, and she turned to butt at him with her head. "She was flying apart at the seams. However, she smells and she's greasy, and if you don't get to grooming, I'm going to take your pony away."
Blair drew himself up. "No fair. I'm working on it. Geez. Someone's feeling pushy." Blair gave the chain a little tug before taking her arm and pulling her toward the shower. "Good girl. You have no idea how pushy he is. Man, if he ever finds out where you're stabled, he's going to drive your cart until you're muddy and ready to drop," Blair said confidentially. He knew there was nothing sexier than a dominant who pushed you to your limits, and Sundancer's eyes rolled as she tried to look at Jim without pulling at the lead.
"I will," Jim agreed. "And then I'll wash her and groom her and make sure she's safely put away in her stall."
Blair smiled at his partner. Jim might not have come into his own as a dominant until recently, but he was a natural. Blair's cock ached just watching him dominate Sundancer, which was not good considering that Blair's cock was trapped inside its cage and Jim was not quick to let him out of it.
"He's a good owner," Blair said conspiratorially as he urged her into the bathtub. Blair stepped back out just as Sundancer started to pee, the yellow running down her leg.
"Ponies are messier than puppies," Jim commented.
"I'm going to remind you of that next time you complain because I chew on something." Blair turned the water on and waited for it to warm up before sending it up to the shower head.
"You haven't had a chance to lately considering how good you look with a gag." Jim moved so fast that Blair didn't have time to turn before Jim caught him and pulled him back into Jim's chest. Leaning in, Jim pulled Blair's shirt open at the neck and put his mouth to Blair's shoulder, sucking gently. Blair squirmed and made a little needy noise at the back of his throat. "I love how you smell when you want to come," Jim whispered in his ear, and Blair shivered. With a laugh, Jim backed up and leaned against the counter again.
"You bastard," Blair groaned, one hand pressing helplessly against his crotch. It didn't help much with the cock cage.
"Yep," Jim agreed with a cocky grin.
"And the worst part is that he knows I love it," Blair confessed to Sundancer with a sigh. Pulling the lever, he transferred the warm water up to the shower so he could wash her.
After the shower, Blair dried her off and led her out to the living room wrapped up in a large blanket. Jim got a fire going and pulled all the blinds while Blair put Sundancer on her knees and took the hair dryer to her hair. It was thick hair and black at the roots with stunning pink that slowly faded at it got to the very end. "She's so pretty."
"Yeah, Chief, she is. I didn't know you had such a dominant streak in you." Blair looked up in surprise and clicked off the hair dryer.
"Me? No way. I do not want that responsibility." Blair frowned when Jim's expression turned confused.
"Chief, you seem to be doing pretty good with the responsibilities." He gestured toward Sundancer.
"Oh no. No, she is your pony. I'm having fun playing with her, but she is not mine." Blair reached over and picked up the halter. It had a detachable bit, and Blair took the bit out. Sundancer was deep enough into her pony self that she didn't need reminding to not talk. She wasn't like Blair who had trouble going under and who needed the gag or he would keep making arguments and talking about projects, even with all the puppy gear on. Getting the halter in place, Blair pulled the blanket away and picked up one of Sundancer's hands, fitting the hoof mitt around it before fastening the second mitt around the other one.
Blair finished up and attached the lead to the halter. "Up girl," he encouraged her. She got up and stepped out of the blanket, dancing back to the end of her line. Shaking her head, she started prancing.
"Watch the lamp, Chief," Jim warned.
"Oh shit." Blair hurried to move so that the line wasn't pulled across the lamp. Luckily, Jim reached out and rescued it, moving it to the floor just as Sundancer went trotting between the fireplace and the couch. "Whoa, girl." Sundancer reversed direction and Blair scrambled to pull her closer before she could get tangled in the other lamp. "Well, shit. Okay, Jim, I'm in over my head here," Blair admitted.
Jim laughed and stood up, taking the lead from Blair's hand. "Stop, girl," he called. She didn't, and he flicked the lead sharply. "Stop." She stopped and looked at him with wide, adoring eyes. "Good girl. Such a good girl. Giddiup," he called and he let the line go a little loose. She started trotting around the room, her knees high, and Jim walked behind her, tugging her right or left to make her choose paths around the furniture where she was least likely to knock things over. "If I knew where your stable was, I'd run you until you were sweaty and panting," Jim said. "Chief, isn't she just beautiful to watch from back here? Those muscles are really beautiful."
Blair pushed himself up and sat on the back of the couch. "Man, her muscles are almost as nice as yours, but she has a better ass."
"Someone's going to get gagged," Jim warned.
Blair smiled. "Oh man, I hope so. I'm getting seriously jealous over here and I think your new pony could use a puppy chasing her heels."
"Whoa girl." Jim tightened the lead until he could pull Sundancer close.
"Chief, you know you're always my first priority."
"Totally," Blair hurried to agree. "I'm jealous of Sundancer's ability to really get into her groove. I really struggle to get into the right headspace. It's like mediation, and Naomi will tell you that I've never been great at meditation. Too fidgety. I’m okay at it, but not great. But watching her? Geez, now that is inspiration to try and do better."
Blair watched as Sundancer nosed around Jim's arm, searching for a pet or a treat.
"Chief," Jim said in the tone of voice that meant business, "Sundancer is new. If you chase her or bite or spook her, you're going to end up in your kennel." Jim rubbed Sundancer's side.
"You are never going to understand the concept of threats, are you?" Blair asked sadly. "One of these days, you will threaten me with something I don't want, and I'm going to faint from shock."
"Smartass."
"You know how to shut me up," Blair countered.
"Come girl," Jim urged Sundancer, walking her over to the railing and tying off her lead before he came back toward Blair with a very serious look in his eye. Blair shivered. Oh yeah, tonight he was going to let himself go totally under. He wiggled, happy already.
Jim watched the door to the bathroom. The longest he'd ever kept Blair in his puppy gear was one day, and she'd been under for three days now. He'd even had to clean up a mess in his bathtub that he was not going to think about.
"Man, she's fine. Stop with the hovering." Blair poked Jim in the ribs as he passed.
"I'm just looking out for the wellbeing of a witness, Sandburg," Jim said gruffly. Walking over, he caught Blair around the waist and parted his hair in back so he could nibble at the back of Blair's neck.
"Fuck," Blair said softly. "Man, if you don't let me come soon, it's going to back up and my head is going to explode from the pressure.
Jim thought about it. "You're still ahead of me by seventeen," Jim said thoughtfully.
"Because you cheat," Blair protested.
"I'll let you come tonight in return for five points added to your score," Jim offered.
Blair let his head fall forward in a mock defeat. "Man, this whole contest where you're trying to catch up with me on orgasms? You could have caught up with me by now if you didn't keep giving me really sucky deals."
"Yeah, but then fairness would dictate that I take off the cock cage if we were even," Jim pointed out. He reached down and cupped Blair's crotch, feeling the hard plastic under his clothes. "So, you can come tonight, but your orgasm will take you up to eighteen ahead, and then with five more added to your score that will take you to twenty-three. If you're twenty three orgasms ahead of me, I definitely need to keep you under lock and key until I catch up." Jim went back to nibbling on Blair's neck.
"You're going to come, so that will be twenty-two," Blair pointed out.
"Maybe twenty-one," Jim agreed. He couldn't do twice in a night often, but he was feeling lucky tonight. "Is it a deal?"
"Add ten to my score, and it's a deal," Blair agreed. He turned in Jim's arms and gave him a quick kiss.
"Hey," a woman's voice interrupted. Jim smiled and turned without letting Blair go. "Raven," he greeted her. "Raven Gillard this is my partner, Blair Sandburg."
"Hey, nice to meet you," Blair said, holding out his hand, but he couldn't move toward her without getting Jim to let him go, and Jim didn't feel like it. It was a strange world he'd found since he'd met Blair. Blair and Raven had chased each other around his living room naked until he'd leashed Raven to the stairs and put Blair in a collapsible dog cage, but they were only being introduced now.
"Nice to meet you," Raven returned. "I really appreciate you letting me stay." She was calm, articulate even. Peterson and the prosecution owed Jim for this one.
"No problem." Blair flashed a big smile.
"I haven't seen Blair that frisky in a long time," Jim agreed.
Her smile got a little wider. Suddenly she blushed and ducked her head. "I'm sorry I kicked you."
"Nipping at a pony's tail? I totally had it coming," Blair said. "No problem. And hey, if you ever need a place to crash or things are just getting to be, you know," Blair raised his hands like he was holding something huge and he whistled, "if it's too much, just come see us."
She nodded. "I'll do that. So, am I testifying today?"
"Today is pre-testimony prep. You'll be working with the prosecution, but if you need to come back here, just tell Peterson, and he'll get you back here, okay?" Jim raised his hand to touch her shoulder and then dropped it. He had permission to touch Sundancer, not Raven. "Peterson is in the hall waiting to escort you over to the courthouse."
She nodded. "And this won't get you in trouble?"
"It's my job to protect witnesses."
"But all this... they won't give you shit about it, will they?"
Blair laughed. "Man, you have no idea how much crap I dragged into the station with me. I don't think it's exactly a secret that I’m on the kinky end of the sexual spectrum. They're all weirdly okay with it as long as Jim is the bossy one. Cops are totally into being the alphas, even the ones who aren't. They like wallow in their denial."
"A DA named Gary Birdsell is going to sit in today, Raven," Jim said, ignoring Blair's crack about cops. "He handles a lot of strange things," Jim gave Blair a sharp look, and Blair rolled his eyes. "If Gary can handle Blair, he can help you through anything you need, including a trip back here if you start feeling panicky again."
Raven nodded. "Thank you."
"Like I said, it's my job," Jim pointed out.
Raven shook her head. "Not for that. Thank you for letting me see what you two have. It gives me hope, you know?"
Jim looked down and Blair was looking up at him with eyes dark with desire. He didn't have time to say much because Raven headed for the front door and opened it. Peterson was there, his partner standing back by the elevator.
"Thanks again, guys," she said.
Jim let go, and Blair moved off to the side.
"Thanks, Detective Ellison. I owe you one." Peterson sounded sincere.
"Just take good care of Raven," Jim warned. It bothered him to let her walk out, but she wasn't his. Peterson nodded and pulled the door closed before he followed Raven. She'd already moved to the elevator, her body language confident and calm.