A/N Ok, I lied. This was supposed to be a one shot, but then Loveforthestory pointed out that it wasn't very nice to tease about handcuffs and not write it, so here you go Love, just for you. :-)
Bass led Charlie into the station, Landon following right behind them. He had run into the two of them on his way back from Mrs. Reynolds' house again, Landon leading Charlie out of his bar after yet another incident.
As they entered the station, Bass asked, "what happened now?"
Landon turned angrily towards Charlie, who was currently sitting on the edge of his desk like she did shit like this every other day, and started yelling. "She came into the bar with the Lewis' boy, Ricky, during the dinner rush. At first, everything was fine, they sat and had a few drinks, their hands all over each other - as usual, then the next thing I know Ricky and the Carter boy are fighting and she's just sitting there, smiling. Then all of a sudden, both of them are on the ground, faces covered in blood, and one of my tables smashed into ity-bity pieces while she's standing over them holding a table leg." Landon finished his rant, chest heaving while he glared in Charlie's direction.
Bass ignored the anger coiling in his gut at the words 'hands all over each other', and gave Landon what he hoped was a convincing frown. "Ok, thanks Landon, I'll make sure you get payment for the broken furniture."
Landon glared at Charlie one last time before giving Bass a reluctant nod. "Thanks, Sheriff." They shook hands and Bass walked him to the door, shutting it firmly behind him and waiting until he was out of sight to flip the closed sign and close the blinds.
"Lewis?" He turned heated eyes on Charlie. "What where you doing with him, Charlotte?"
Charlie shot him a sly, little grin. "Having a drink, just like Landon said."
Growling low in his throat, Bass stalked towards her, pushing her roughly against his desk. " 'Hands all over each other', did you let that guy touch you?" He grabbed her hips, pushing himself against her and pinning her there. "Did you fuck him?"
Charlie looked up at him biting her lip, her eyes full of mischief. "Maybe," she said slowly.
Bass grabbed a fist full of her hair, tilting her head back and smashing his lips down on hers, forcing his tongue between her lips. The jealousy and anger he was feeling fueling the kiss. Charlie didn't object, snaking her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, moaning against his lips.
He pulled back, yanking her arms from around his neck and glaring down at her. "You don't get to touch me. Not when you just had your hands all over that piece of shit."
Charlie ignored him and stood on her tip toes to kiss him again, putting her hands on his chest. He growled again, grabbing her wrists and spinning her around to bend her over the desk. He held her hands behind her back and leaned over her, whispering in her ear. "You have to learn Charlotte, you're mine, and you do as I say." Charlie tried to stand up defiantly, but he held her down, saying, "I think I need to teach you a lesson, Charlotte. What do you think?" She said nothing, remaining completely still and trying to steady her breathing.
Taking that as a yes, Bass stood up, abruptly releasing her. "Strip," he demanded. Charlie stood and turned face him, but he grabbed her shoulder and kept her facing away from him. "I didn't say you could look at me with those eyes, eyes you just had all over Lewis. I said, strip." Watching her clothes hit the floor, Bass removed his handcuffs from his belt. When she stood completely naked he grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back.
"Bass, what are you-"
"Shut up. You don't get to talk to me, or touch me, or even fucking look at me. You were out there, running around and fucking some little boy when you know that you're mine, and now, I have to punish you." He cuffed her hands and bent her over the desk, smoothing a hand down her back, over her ass, and between her thighs, finding the sticky juices waiting for him.
Sliding his index finger through her folds, he asked, "did he do this for you?" He plunged a finger into her pussy causing her to arch her back and moan, "huh? Or did he go straight for what he wanted? A quick fuck and he was done with you, even if you weren't." He fucked her slow with his finger, twisting and curling it inside of her, making Charlie whimper.
Bass added another finger, Charlie trying and failing to push herself back further onto his fingers. "Or did he make it good for you? Did you beg? Did you scream his name when you came, or did you bite your lip to try and keep quiet?" He picked up the pace, using his other had to grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back, straining her neck. "Did you? Answer me!" He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, making her groan in protest. "I said answer me." She whimpered, remaining silent. Bass squeezed her ass roughly, his voice low with warning, "Charlotte." He slowed for a moment, smoothing his hands over her firm ass. "Well?"
She still refused to say anything.
He stopped, moving around to the front of the desk and dropping to his knees so that they were face to face. "Mine," he murmured, yanking on her hair again to pull her head back and biting down on the column of her throat, leaving an angry red mark there. "You're mine."
Charlie moaned, "uh-huh." Bass stood, undoing his pants and stroking his hard cock right in front of her face, watching Charlie lick her lips while she watched him.
"Open," he breathed, and pushed the head of his cock past her wet, parted lips. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowed as he thrust into her mouth. He buried his fingers in her hair, brutally fucking her mouth, listening to her choked breaths around his shaft. He pulled out, watching her spit dribble from the corners of her lips as she licked the head, sliding her tongue along the slit and attempting to suck him back into her mouth. Bass chuckled, letting her suck down as much of him as she could. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?"
She "mhmmed" around his cock, sending the vibrations straight to his balls. He pulled out quickly, but reluctantly, and went back the the other side of the desk, running his spit-slicked head over her already soaked folds. He used his hands to push her ass cheeks apart, opening her up for him so he could slide into her tight heat. Charlie arched her back, pulling on her still handcuffed wrists and straining her shoulders. Bass scraped his nails up her back grabbing her hair with one hand and her hip with the other, using both to hold her in place while he slammed into her. Gutteral moans erupted from her throat, the angle of her body making his cock seem twice as big as it usually did - which was huge anyway - making him hit that perfect spot deep inside her with every thrust.
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes," she pleaded, "more, more."
Bass groaned, leaning over her and sucking on the flesh of her shoulder while her pussy started to tighten around him, his own orgasm so close. "So good, baby, gonna come." He picked up the pace, fucking her with long, deep strokes, bottoming out with each thrust. She came calling his name to the ceiling, her body clenching and tightening around him. He continued to thrust, no even bothering to pull out, shooting his hot come deep in her pussy, letting the waves of her pleasure milk him dry and then slumped down on top of her, resting his cheek between her shoulder blades.
After he caught his breath, Bass stood up and pulled out of her gently, some of his come dribbling out of her. "Sorry 'bout that."
Charlie snorted, craining her neck to look at him. "Not you aren't. You were marking your territory. You're not sorry you did it, you're just sorry I'm gonna be mad about it."
Bass chuckled, leaning down to kiss her gently on the lips. "Yeah, maybe you're right." He unlocked the handcuffs and gently spread her arms out to her sides, massaging her sure to be sore shoulders.
Charlie let him work for a while before saying, "I didn't."
"You didn't what, baby?" He asked gently.
"I didn't fuck Lewis. Never did."
Bass sighed, pulling her gently to her feel and kissing her. "I know... I just get..." he trailed off.
"Jealous," Charlie supplied for him with a grin.
He glared at her, "shut up."
Charlie stood on her tip toes, leaning against his chest and whispered in his ear, "make me."