Ok so here is part two. I wasn't entirely sure about it but I'm posting anyway – and part three is well under way so hopefully not such a wait next time. It's still kinky – if kinky ain't your thing then feel free to not read.
"You're a naughty girl," he breathed, the faintest edge of menace to his voice, "go to my room."
Alex thought her legs were going to collapse. A huge part of her attraction to him was the pure authority he exuded without even trying and she found that she was actually struck dumb now that it was being directed, in a sexual way, right at her. A tiny part of her brain protested that it should NOT turn her on to be told she was a naughty girl. A much larger part told it in no uncertain terms to shut up. Who cared if he was talking about her own flat like he owned it? She'd go anywhere he told her to if he used that tone of voice on her again.
"I don't see you moving D.I. Drake." He rumbled threateningly.
Still unable to form a sentence Alex looked helplessly up at where he held her arms still captive above her head.
"What am I thinking?" he said, chuckling as he released her, evidently he'd been somewhat carried along with the whole scenario too. Before she'd even had time to move he went on, "Well? What are you bloody waiting for? Christmas?"
With a pounding heart and decidedly unsteady legs Alex moved to the stairs that led up to her flat, very aware of Gene right behind her. He may have protested he didn't know how to play games like this but he instinctively seemed to know that staying very close to her would distract her and keep her from over thinking things as she concentrated on controlling herself.
She paused for a moment on the first landing, to take a steadying breath and prepare herself for what might be about to come when they got upstairs but Gene was not happy with this.
"Get up them bloody stairs Lady B." He growled, making her yelp and immediately begin climbing again. "You're in enough trouble without pissing me off more." Gene found he was rather enjoying this. Gone was her arguing back along with the inferiority he always secretly felt a tiny bit of, even though he out ranked her. For once, she was concentrating on doing nothing but what she was told to.
The annoying part of Alex's brain was attempting to make itself heard again, protesting that it just wasn't rational to feel this aroused over being treated like a naughty schoolgirl by her D.C.I. but yet again Alex mentally shushed herself. She would never stand for this at work, she would never stand for it becoming the status quo of a relationship, but every now and then it was a liberating feeling to hand control completely to someone else and she intended to enjoy it. She trusted him, she knew he'd never push it too far and she fought so hard to stay in control throughout her day-to-day life that she really, really needed this.
"Keep moving, Alex," he goaded her, "I told you, you're a naughty girl and I know just how to deal with a naughty girl."
Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Alex's annoying brain section yelled. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! The rest of it shouted back. What would he do? Would he tie her up? Make her do something embarrassing? Make her get on her knees and suck him off (not much of a punishment really but it was all in how he ordered her she supposed), her tummy flipped as a final suggestion presented itself, but she had no time to dwell as she'd apparently reached her flat and opened the door without realising it.
Once inside and not quite so shaky on her feet she headed for the bedroom loosening the buttons on her blouse as she went.
"Stop!" she reacted immediately, freezing in place. "Where exactly do you think you're going?"
Assuming it was rhetorical, Alex didn't answer. She turned round and faced him, finding she had to look at the floor, was unable to hold his gaze. Wow, this was having a major effect on her and they hadn't really even started yet! "Sorry."
"Didn't ask for an apology...not yet anyway." He sneered. "I asked where you thought you were going."
"Oh erm..." he expected an answer apparently. "The bedroom?"
"And why the bloody hell would we be going there Drake? You've got a lot of making up to do before I even think about whether you deserve to be shagged. You picked a safe word?"
Alex gulped, this was real, he actually wanted her to have a safe word. If she was honest there was a small part of her which was a little scared but in a delicious way and there was no way she was going to back down in front of him.
"Yeah," she said. For a brief, insane moment she almost gave him 'Raymondo' as her word but immediately realised that she wasn't in fact suicidal. "Pavlov."
He chuckled a little at her choice, always with the psychology!
"Right then. Get your scrawny arse into the living room, pronto." He couldn't help but smile as she passed him, eyeing him warily and went to stand in the middle of the living room.
Walking quickly up to her he grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her head back just enough that it hurt a little and kissed her with the same intense ferocity that he had downstairs. Alex moaned into his mouth when his other hand went around her waist and pulled her tightly to him. Her hands came up and grasped at his shoulders hanging on as if her life depended on it as she kissed him back hungrily.
Suddenly the kiss was stopped by Gene tearing his head away. Taking advantage of Alex's confusion he once again grabbed her wrists, this time pinning them behind her at the small of her back, before returning to the kiss with renewed ardour.
Figuring he'd liked it when she struggled earlier, Alex tried to pull her arms from his grip but found that although his hold was not hard enough to hurt her, there was no possibility whatsoever that she could free herself until he decided it was allowed. The thought set a low heavy throb pulsating between her legs. Her arousal became so all-encompassing she had trouble concentrating on his words when he pulled back and spoke to her.
"Right then, Miss 'I-went-to-a-posh-bollocks-private-school' let's see how clever you really are. You need to learn some lessons and I want to see if you can work out what the first thing is that I'm teaching you."
Alex thought she already had an idea, and it was confirmed when he returned to the kisses that felt like he would devour her, letting go of her hands and grabbing her arse the better to yank her against him. She was left in no doubt as to which part of Gene was enjoying this the most. Deciding to play along she moved her hands to his neck pulling insistently at the back of it, trying to deepen the kiss. Just as he reached to grasp her hands once again she moved her right hand down to his crotch, rubbing him firmly through his trousers.
For a fraction of a second Gene groaned and shifted his hips towards her fondling hand but he quickly caught himself. He needed to stay in control here no matter how much she might provoke him, which to be honest she could do just by looking in his direction half the time.
The hand Alex still had behind his neck was grabbed and returned to the small of her back and the one currently caressing him oh so delightfully was unceremoniously slapped away. Alex gasped at the sudden sharp contact but grinned as Gene quickly brought the hand back to meet it's partner, glowering down at her evident amusement.
"Caught on to the first lesson have we?" he said, stern face firmly in place.
"Erm... well, considering you didn't like that, I'm wondering if the first lesson is that you're actually a little bit gay." Alex joked, her tummy secretly flipping over as she wondered what reaction this would get.
Transferring both wrists to one hand Gene reached down and pinched her hard on the bottom.
Alex yelped , her hips shooting forward towards him, her grin changed to a look of mingled arousal and consternation.
"Wrong answer, Bollykecks. Try again, I dare you."
Deciding to forego another painful pinch Alex decided to play ball. "You're trying to teach me not to touch unless you say so." There was more than a hint of a childish huff to her voice and Gene began to see just how much fun this might be.
"Good girl." He answered. "Very clever. But it doesn't mean I'm finished teaching you a lesson. Now you just remember that rule. It's an important one and you'll find D.I. Drake that as your superior officer I'll have to take severe disciplinary action if you forget it. Understand?"
Alex was having trouble breathing right, she couldn't remember being this excited in, well, possibly ever! Looking up at him through lust-hooded eyes she nodded, quickly followed by a yelp as her backside received yet another nasty pinch.
"Oh yes, and another bloody thing," Gene continued, "you'll do me the courtesy of answering my questions fully and with the due respect. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Alex answered. This time it was the flat of his hand cracking down on her arse making her yelp out "Sir, I mean Guv..."
"Either will do." He said, "Never let it be said Gene Hunt isn't a fair man. Now, if I let go of your hands are you going to be a good girl?"
"Yes Guv." She answered, realising as she did that she would most likely flash back to this little game whenever she addressed him thus at work from now on! Because that wouldn't make her life difficult! Being permanently turned on around the office? No, not difficult at all!
"Right then," He said, releasing her as he spoke. "We have a little problem here. You, have far too many clothes on. Get 'em off, now, Inspector."
When they were together Alex rarely actually undressed herself, they usually tore indiscriminately at one another's clothes until they were naked enough to get on with things. She suddenly felt very self conscious as she began to strip in front of him. She looked up at him through lowered lashes as she unbuttoned her blouse. It was obvious he was enjoying looking at her and she couldn't help but think of the whole thing as a bit of a contest. She was sure she could make him snap out of the calm and controlled persona he was currently displaying and do exactly what she wanted. She just had to play it right.
Gene watched with what he hoped was an impassive look upon his face as the last button was undone and Alex slid one arm slowly down, following the material with her finger, tracing the length of her arm. She was about to do the same with the other when Gene decided a slow strip tease, emphasis on the tease, was not in his plan of action.
"Alright Bolly. You bleedin show off. Didn't ask for a bloody show. Just get 'em off quickly before I become impatient. You've seen me impatient before Alex. Usually with scumbags in the interview room. You don't want me impatient with you now do you?"
Alex shook her head and quickly dropped her blouse to the floor. She froze with her hands about to pop the hooks of her bra when Gene grasped her chin forcing her to look at him.
"What did I tell you about answering me properly?" He asked, his tone deceptively calm and quiet. "Do you want to make me impatient Inspector?"
"No Sir." Alex replied quickly, conscious that any second he might pinch or slap her backside.
"Good. Now get that bloody skirt off before I rip it off you."
Alex did just that and was just about to unhook her stockings from her suspender belt when Gene stopped her.
"Wait." He ordered. "I think that'll do just fine for now."
Alex shivered as he slowly looked her up and down. She still had her knickers, stockings and suspenders and her shoes and Gene had seen her countless times in nothing at all but she realised she'd never felt quite so naked.
The feeling intensified as Gene began to move unhurriedly in a circle around her. He was close enough that she could have extended a finger from where her hands hung by her sides and touched him. The closeness and the fact that he was making sure not to touch her at all made her want to reach out to him and shrink back from him all at the same time. She felt like a piece of meat, a chattel to be appraised indifferently and impersonally.
"Y'know Bolls. Sometimes I think you're so bloody desperate for me that you don't give me a chance to just take time and look at you." He mused, his voice suddenly seeming loud and booming in the silence of the room. "Maybe I'll have to punish you for that too."
As he moved back around to her front a strange thing happened, as if of their own volition Alex's arms came up and crossed over her breasts. She felt suddenly, unaccountably embarrassed to be standing there so bare when he was fully clothed.
"Drop your arms." He demanded, something she couldn't read resounding in his voice.
She found she couldn't. She didn't understand it, it was nothing he hadn't seen before but she couldn't drop them. Certain he was about to get revenge in some way she tried desperately not to turn her head as he moved behind her again.
She jumped when she felt the last thing she'd been expecting. Her hair was brushed from her neck and pressing against her back he kissed slowly from the curve of her shoulder up to the back of her ear leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake and causing Alex to shudder and moan.
At the sound of the moan his kiss turned to a fierce lovebite making her cry out again. Although this time she wasn't sure if it was in lust or pain. Suddenly there didn't seem to be a lot of difference. Her arms had dropped of their own accord almost as soon as he had kissed her .
"Please..." she murmured, barely conscious even of speaking.
"Please?" He scoffed, moving round to stand in front of her again. "Begging so early Bolls? I didn't have that in the plan for a good half an hour or so yet. But then obviously," he moved in closer, dropping his words into her ear as she fought the urge to reach out and grab him, make him kiss her, "I hadn't reckoned on just what a horny little tart you are."
Instinctively Alex opened her mouth to retort, only to find his hand clamped across it immediately.
"Don't bother." He hissed in her ear. "I'll tell you when to start begging. Other than that I don't want to hear you. You talk enough all day. You wanted me in charge? Well, then I'll be the one who gets to decide when you talk and when you shut up for once. So, I'll say it again shall I? You're a desperate, horny little tart Bolls. One who is going to get exactly what is coming to her. Now be a good girl and do as you're told."
With that he removed his hand, trailing it down over her shoulder, down her arm and inwards to her breast. He took her breast in his hand as if testing it's weight and Alex had that delicious feeling of being appraised by him. His thumb brushed over her nipple and it reacted immediately, becoming even harder than it already was. Gene laughed as he gave it a severe tweak and gasping, Alex fought not to bring her hand up to stop him. He saw the twitch of her hand and knew exactly what she'd been about to do.
"Well, done. Obviously you do bloody listen sometimes. Not too happy about the gasping though. I really really hope your pain threshold isn't that low Alex."
Alex's eyes widened, as he was speaking Gene had unbuckled his belt and pulled it out through it's loops. As it came completely free Alex took an involuntary step back and found her hands had moved of their own accord to cover her bum.
Gene caught the movement and his expression changed quickly from amused to thoughtful. "You seem a little jumpy there Bolls, don't worry, the belt is off for a completely different reason."
Alex visibly relaxed though she still eyed the leather strap as he bent it double.
"But that's a nice idea you've given me." He laughed out loud when she jumped again as he snapped the two halves of the belt together before discarding it on the coffee table.
"Now," he said, eyeing her up and down again, almost daring her to try to cover herself. "Back to business eh? You, Lady B, need to apologise for flaunting yourself around all the men in Luigi's tonight. Best start as we mean to go on eh?"
Alex looked at him, her puzzlement clear on her face.
"Get on your knees you dozy mare."
