So if anyone here doesn't care for smut (?), apologies that these last few chapters (including this one) have been nothing but. However, we are about to enter a heavy plot section of the book in the next few installments, starting with the next update. And we are pretty excited about where it's headed. Hope you are enjoying if you're still along for the ride. :)
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The irate Jim Gordon quickly pulled his car to a stop in front of the club. He threw open the driver's side door and stalked off towards the entrance, disappearing down the stairs before Claire even got herself out of the car.
She was so confused; she had never seen him like this. And he mentioned a punishment? Who did he think he was? She had helped him live out a fantasy, she was well hidden, and she got him off. What more could a man want? Claire crossed her arms and crinkled her brows, scowling as the man returned. He tossed a disposable mask to her, like the one she'd had him wear his first time to protect his privacy.
"Put it on," Jim demanded. "I doubt you want anyone to know the roles have shifted."
Now she was intrigued. She tentatively obeyed the man, for the time being at least.
"Good girl."
Claire's mouth dropped open at that, and she felt a rush of heat take over her body and a dampness pooling between her legs. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her along behind him as if she were a misbehaving child. They walked straight through the door; Jim was thankful the bouncer had no idea who they were. It was the middle of the afternoon; the club was mostly empty, and the typical staff members weren't there.
Well, except for Zac. Did the man ever take a day off? Jim offered him a quick little smirk as he pulled Claire toward the rooms. He pulled on the door handle for Room 9, but it was locked. He heard a giggle and turned to Claire to see her trying to hide her amusement.
"Ahem, uhm... Jim? You have to get the key code and reserve the rooms. Zac can probably help." Claire's eyes sparkled with her mirth as she watched the man blush. He was trying hard, she could tell.
"Right. Well... stay, then. I'll be right back," Jim scoffed and marched over to Zac.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... I have no idea what I'm doing. Grace never said anything about reservations. Okay, focus. You've got this. Just do what Grace taught you.
Zac snapped Jim out of his little inner monologue.
"Damn, Officer Daddy... is that Mistress Claire? What the hell is going on?" The young man looked like a child waiting to open a Christmas present.
Jim was confused at the Officer Daddy comment until he realized he was here in his full dress blue uniform. Fuck. Hopefully no one saw him.
"Shh! Yes. It's Claire. Role-reversal today. Just... can you just get me a room please? I'm in a hurry."
Zac took the time to look down at the tent the commissioner had popped in his dark blue trousers.
"Yes, it would appear that way," Zac teased as Jim shot him a murderous look. "Right. Room 9 it is..." Zac pushed a button under the bar, and Jim heard a buzzing sound. He must have looked confused as the door swung open.
Zac shrugged, "Master Wayne likes his toys. Remote controlled room locks." Jim nodded and prowled back to his woman.
As soon as they entered the room, Jim took on his most domineering voice, dropping an octave and adding a bit of husk to it.
"Kneel... 45. And take off your mask."
Claire immediately obeyed without thought. It surprised her— terrified her, actually. She hadn't given up control like this since...
Jim watched as this beautiful woman robotically followed his instructions. Claire kneeled with her thighs at a 45 degree angle to the floor, her hands behind her back with her elbows pressed together. Her feet were naturally pointed as her head remained neutral. She looked so beautiful like this; he'd have to buy Grace a necklace or something for teaching him all these moves.
"Do you know why we are here, princess?" he growled as he began circling her. When she didn't answer, he started to panic. What would happen if she refused? But then he remembered he didn't give her permission to speak. "Speak, princess."
"Sir, I embarrassed you publicly," his submissive offered.
"Good girl. That's right." Jim had to stop to think what he wanted to say next. He'd never had control sexually, with Barbara or Claire. Barbara was just so... sterile, most of the time. And Claire was Mistress. Last weekend they'd been romantic but on equal footing. Now it was his turn. He knew he could be commanding and dominant; he was this way at work all the time. He supposed he could just treat her as he would any perp. That could work out nicely, actually.
He walked over to the cabinet of supplies to search for what he wanted. After rifling through a few things, he picked up his tools of choice – the ones Grace was confident Claire wouldn't mind. He walked back over to his submissive, ghosting his fingers down her spine. He moved his hands back to the start of her zipper and pulled it down this time, telling her to stand so her dress could fall to the floor. It was a modest dress at first glance— 3/4 sleeved and floral, but it had suggestively placed black lace throughout the pattern that made it look like her underwear was peeking through.
Jim commanded her to remove her tall black boots as well. She was bare underneath. He drew in a sharp breath at the sight of her naked body again. It had only been a week, but she was the most beautiful woman alive. He didn't know how long he'd make it through this without exploding, but he steeled his hands into fists and recovered as quickly as he could.
"Well, well, well. That is awfully naughty of you, princess. You didn't think to wear anything underneath your dress? Were you hoping something like this would happen?"
"Not exactly like this, no," Claire snarked. She was pleasantly surprised when she was given a light smack on her bottom.
"Don't be a brat. Daddy doesn't like brats."
Holy fucking hell. Claire liked that a lot. When Stan had called himself Daddy it had brought on a wave of fear; she was never sure what that man would do to her. Each situation with him was high risk and high reward. But Jim wasn't sadistic. Hot as fuck, apparently. But not sadistic. She felt herself grow wetter as he continued to growl commands at her.
"I want you to be a good girl for Daddy now and go bend over the bed. Spread your legs wide so I can see that beautiful cunt of yours."
Claire jumped up and practically sprinted to the bed. Grace was right— Claire really did seem to love dirty talk. And Jim liked getting her this worked up. He'd have to throw in a pair of earrings for Grace to match that necklace, he figured.
"Hands behind your back, resting low, by your bottom." He was enjoying his first time as a Dom and was turned on by knowing it was only her second time as a sub, according to Grace.
Claire followed his instruction, turning her head to the side to avoid crushing her nose. She jumped a bit when she felt hard, cold steel clicking around her wrists. Jim chuckled a bit at her reaction. He wasn't sure if she'd like this or not. Grace hadn't said. But he was in uniform, so he might as well play it up a bit, right?
These are Jim's actual fucking cuffs, Claire thought breathlessly. The club doesn't use real ones— always padded wrist cuffs instead of handcuffs.
The next thing she noticed was the whistling sound that came before a loud crack and burning, then a searing pain on her right ass cheek. Claire felt her body tense, her muscles contracting fully before she allowed herself to release that tension.
"Fuck! Sorry, Claire. Are you ok?" Jim placed one hand on her bottom, soothing the ache. Claire heard him scrambling around, likely looking for the handcuff key. She stood up a bit, turning to face him before he found it.
"Come here, Daddy." Mistress leaked through, just a bit. She could tell he might need some reassurance before continuing. He'd obviously never done this before, nor had she – not safely anyway. She watched Jim's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, wrapping his hands around her waist, pulling her tightly against him as he kissed her passionately. He squeezed her hips so hard she knew she'd have bruises the next day, and she found herself excited to be marked by the man for once. She would wear her stripes and bruises proudly.
Jim allowed his tongue to lick across her lips until she opened for him. It wrestled with hers, ending in another dominating victory for the man when her body went limp in surrender. He pulled his lips away, moving to her neck. Jim cupped one hand under her chin, tilting her head to the side before peppering light kisses across her neck, his mustache tickling her.
"Mmm. Fuck, Daddy. This feels so good. I like it when you tell me what to do." She continued moaning as he kissed and licked at her neck.
This was driving her wild. Claire could feel her arousal starting to drip down her leg, and her cunt was begging to be touched. She hadn't played a sub role except for the few times she allowed it with Stan, but now she realized she needed it. Needed to be brutally fucked. She hoped Jim was up for it. Thinking she just needed to give him permission, she would beg for what she wanted. Hadn't Jim said that in Cleveland? "I wonder if you've just never told anyone what you wanted..." Well, here was her opportunity.
"Daddy?" she mewled.
"Mmm, yes, princess?" He continued nuzzling her neck. He was being sweet, and he knew it. He wanted to be rougher; he'd been dying to try this, but it had just felt wrong when he'd seen her flinch.
"I want you to punish me, Daddy. I want to be spanked raw and then fucked so hard I can't walk. Can you do that for me, Daddy? I need to cum. I need to cum so badly."
Jim's eyes dilated, becoming completely black. Yes. This is what he'd been craving. He just needed permission.
With her hands still cuffed, he spun her around, one large hand pressing between her shoulder blades as he encouraged her to rest her chest on the scarlet covered bed— the sight of their very first encounter. He caressed her back, enjoying her submission and her milky skin.
He knew firsthand what this would feel like; he'd had Grace do it to him, and he'd done it back to her, making sure he knew how it should feel on both ends. His large hand gripped his black rose paddle easily. It wasn't much larger than a ping pong paddle. He liked this better than the large wooden one Mistress had used for his detention, and he found he could wield it easier.
Jim stood off to the left of his submissive, keeping his left hand wrapped around her waist as he raised his right hand back. He released his tension through the paddle and onto her flesh, spanking her first with the rose-patterned side. It was softer and didn't make as much noise. Jim remembered it felt more soothing. On the next swing, he flipped the paddle and smacked her with the smooth leather side. This left a satisfying crack sound and bright red welt.
Claire whimpered a bit but wiggled her hips after her breathing calmed, begging for more. Jim decided he'd just do ten smacks; he didn't think he could hold off feeling her body under his much longer than that. Each new role felt like a new first time, and the idea of cumming as 'Daddy' had him raw with lust.
Jim kept alternating sides of the paddle and sides of her ass as he rained smacks down on her. He personally liked not being able to calculate when and where her spanks would be, so he treated his punishment the same. The thin layer of sweat coating Claire told him she was done with the spanking as well after he finished his tenth hit. He reached into his trouser pocket, fished out the key to the cuffs, and released her hands.
Jim felt a bit embarrassed at the red marks on her wrist and ass, now that he was able to look at his work. But he was wrong to feel that way. Claire looked like she was smoldering, lips parted and wearing a beautiful full-body flush. Yes— she was as ready as he was.
Jim quickly spun Claire around to face him, crashing his lips to hers roughly. Their teeth clacked against each other as they haphazardly tried to find a good rhythm, unable to keep up with their desire for one another. Jim gathered as much resolve as he could, willing himself to hang on just a bit longer. He pushed her off of him, commanding: "Undress me, princess."
Claire immediately started working at his large golden buttons. She made quick work of them, running her fingers over the stiff polyester uniform. She traced the four thick, golden stripes by his cuffs, which marked his position as Commissioner. She fingered the badge over his heart before reaching up to push the jacket from his shoulders, making a mental note of the stars and badges that covered it. It was easy to forget how brave and important this man was when he was writhing under her flogger. But she couldn't help but shiver at the dominance and masculinity he was letting off at this moment. He was indeed very powerful.
Claire grabbed the knot of his black tie, pulling it sharply and releasing it from his neck in one swift move before moving to unbutton his starched white shirt. She left him in his dark trousers and a white tank before she reached around to cup his bum, giving him a playful squeeze. She felt his white gloves hanging out of his back pocket and found herself wishing he'd have left them on a little longer.
Jim's submissive dropped to her knees, untying his perfectly shined black shoes and removing his socks before pulling out his belt with a snap. She unzipped his pants, pulling them down with his boxer briefs. Jim's heavy, dripping cock sprang loose and looked too good to resist. Licking her lips, Claire stuck out her tongue to lick the precum from his tip before Daddy quickly grabbed her cheeks with one hand, wiggling the finger of his other in a mocking disapproval.
"Tsk tsk, princess. I only said to undress me."
He released his squeeze, cupping her under the chin and encouraging her to rise. He stepped out of his trousers and pulled his undershirt off over his head. Placing his hands under her tender bum, he scooped her up and held her center flush against himself as he placed her on the bed.
Jim leaned forward and kissed Claire chastely, allowing his lips to linger a bit before he fully embraced his newfound dominance. "Lie on your belly and arch your back. Ass up in the air as high as it'll go," he husked.
Claire turned herself over, pressing her chest deep into the bed so her bum could be positioned how he wanted. Jim was still a little anxious about this part, even after their last encounter with her rosebud plug. It still felt a bit unnatural, and this time he was in charge. But he knew Grace had prepared him well. Jim reached over and grabbed the anal beads he had taken out with the paddle. He lubricated them well, just like Grace had explained. Jim reached out to touch Claire's womanhood, which was already soaked. He swirled a finger at her opening but refused to push inside. He wanted Claire to combust and perish with pleasure.
Jim took the stainless steel beads, warmed with the warming lubricant, and ran them against her folds and perineum. "Do you know what these are for, princess?"
The submissive groaned, undulating her hips. "Mmm yes, Daddy. I love them."
"Good girl. I'm going to stick these in your ass, princess, and then I'm going to make you cum while you suck my cock. Do you understand?" He was getting back into character, his excitement building.
Claire loved the warm feeling of the beads against her body. Jim had chosen well; the steel would heat up with her body and feel heavier and fuller than the silicone ones. She prepared herself, relaxing her muscles as she anticipated one of her most favorite sensations.
Jim slowly eased the first ball into her. His cock twitched as he watched her muscles contract, eager for the next step. He knew he should only go to about the third or fourth ball this first time, so he continued pushing the steel orbs inside her, enjoying the view as they gradually increased in diameter. Claire was doing such a good job remaining relaxed, arching her back and helping him in his work. Once they were all the way in, he gave them a gentle tug, causing his submissive to moan loudly.
"Get on top of me, backwards. I want you to suck my cock while I lick you," he boldly commanded, caressing her bum as she shifted position. The commissioner laid down on his back, pulling her on top of him so they were facing opposite directions. He had seen this in practically every porno he had watched but was never lucky enough to try it. He spread her legs further apart, opening her to him as he reached out and gave a long, flat lick to wake her up.
"Ohhhhh... fuck!" Claire gasped when she felt his tongue on her clit. She felt a surge straight through her from between her legs to her chest, like an electric charge. Was every time with Jim going to be so powerful she trembled... her mind going completely blank?
"Suck," Jim commanded in a raspy reminder. Claire blinked, instantly proud of him for remembering to be in charge in a moment like this.
She grasped the base of her Dominant's shaft with one hand, gently rolling and caressing his balls with her other. When she felt his tongue's concentrated flicks against her bud again she screamed, but quickly cut off her own noises with his cock as she took him in her mouth completely.
The Dominant released a feral growl as he rammed his tongue inside her cunt and tasted her. She really did taste incredible... made for him. Jim found himself moaning into her. The intimate smells from her gyrating on his face, the feeling of her arousal pooling on his mustache, the wet smacks of her mouth on his cock— his brain was humming with a blackness like he'd tuned out everything else in the world. The 69 was so dirty... so unlike anything Jim would have ever imagined himself doing, but it had him so fucking high.
The couple continued lapping and sucking and nipping at each other until Claire couldn't take it anymore. She normally had better control, but this new role had her body on fire.
"Oh, God! Daddy! I'm going to cum! Please let me cum!" Her mouth released his cock as she moaned and groaned and rocked her clit against his face.
"Yes, princess... fuck my face until you cum all over me. I want to taste you, my precious girl."
Jim reached up with one hand to grasp hold of the flared end of the stainless steel wand. As soon as he felt her clenching he tugged on the bar and swiftly removed them from her body. She screamed his name as she rode out one of the best orgasms of her life: one that emanated from multiple points inside of her. His heart thundered at the sound of his real name on her lips at the point of climax once again.
Claire felt herself release all over Jim's face but couldn't be bothered by it at the moment. Her whole body was buzzing with delight. Claire felt two long fingers slip into her cunt; her walls still begging for something to grasp on to. He pumped his fingers through the rest of her orgasm, patiently waiting for her to finish.
"Good girl, princess. Good girl..."
Jim quickly flipped her over onto her back and slammed his cock into her. Claire felt her body slide up the bed and her head bump on the headboard. She was in complete subspace, she could tell. Claire couldn't think anymore, couldn't make any decisions. It was just princess and Daddy, and she was getting fucked right into the mattress by him. The Dominant hooked her legs over his shoulders, barking a command to keep her legs straight as he leaned into her further. She felt her knees bump her lips with each thrust of the man's hips. He was hitting that special spot with every brush of his swelling cock inside her. She felt another orgasm building just before he swiftly pulled out, causing a surge of disappointment and emptiness within her.
Claire felt him crawl off the bed to grab something before he quickly climbed back on top of her; a knee on each side of her chest. He sat back a little, putting a slight pressure on her as she tried to breathe. She felt warmed lubricant spill over her chest as he squeezed it. The commissioner roughly grasped each breast, thumbing over her nipples as he squeezed and rubbed the lubricant all over her.
"Push those beautiful tits together for me, just like in Cleveland."
As soon as she obeyed, he grabbed hold of his thick cock with his right hand, lining himself up and thrusting inside while his left hand gripped the headboard to steady himself. He made sure to hit her chin with each surge forward, nudging her until she finally opened her mouth, allowing her tongue to lick the sensitive underside of his shaft.
"I'm close," he warned deeply. "Where do you want me to cum, princess? Your tits or your face?"
"Oh, God. Fill me up, Daddy. Cum inside me, please!"
"Oh God. Yes, please!" Jim had just enough time to align himself and push inside before he felt his balls tighten, his release pending. Jim wanted to try to give his baby girl one more orgasm; she really deserved it. He grabbed her hips, pulling her down over his length as he surged forward. He reached out to rub against her clit, at first a slight pressure with his thumb before doubling his efforts, increasing pressure and speed until he felt her walls clench around him. Claire arched her back as she pulled his own orgasm from within. Jim moaned her name before his body gave out, completely spent. He used his last bit of his strength to roll off of Claire so he didn't crush her, pulling her beside him to nestle against his chest.
"I'll do your aftercare in a bit, kiddo," Jim said through labored breaths. "I just need to rest for a minute."
Claire giggled, rubbing her hand over his chest, thumbing his flat nipples while she enjoyed the aftershock of her orgasms.
"Mmm, take your time, Daddy. I'm not going anywhere."
Jim closed his eyes, his hand draped around her, hand clutching her upper arm. His mind was literally buzzing with the satisfaction of being a Dom, of watching Claire completely at his mercy and in full subspace. But it wasn't the mere fact of having power over her, because he felt just as strongly the power she held over him. He might have dominated her, but she owned him.
"Claire?" he began, still not disturbing their lazy cuddle.
"Hmm?"
"Did you like it that way... Daddy and princess?"
"Yes. It felt good to fully give into it... and to know I'm safe."
Jim squeezed her tightly. "I want to spend my whole life making you feel safe."
"So were you really mad at me?" Claire turned onto her stomach and leaned up with a grin before letting her chin rest on his bare chest.
"Actually, yes," Jim admitted. "You know I've spent decades building my reputation and trying to be an honorable officer, Claire. And there are certain traditions that should be respected. That wasn't the place for that, and you know it." He kept his tone firm but gentle, his index finger running lightly over her back.
"Wow, this really feels like discipline," she remarked. "Like we're in the last few minutes of a family sitcom where the kid learns the moral of the story. Cue the feel good music," she joked.
Jim gave a chuckle. "Yes, I'll never punish you without making sure you learn a lesson, my princess. I do constantly try to improve our recidivism rates." His fingers drifted into her hair now, petting her.
"Cop jokes, Daddy? Really?"
This type of talk really turned Jim on. He found himself hoping they could divide their club time between their new roles and the old. He knew he would still need the release that her control provided— it was therapeutic. But as far as raw sexual arousal, these new roles took the cake.
"Still," Jim continued, "I should thank you for fulfilling a fantasy. Hand job under the table at a team meeting is a bit different than blow job under a podium at a damn graduation— but my princess always does go the extra mile, doesn't she?" He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Now, how's that beautiful ass?" He lifted the sheet to peer at the artwork he'd made out of the smooth, creamy S-curve of her behind.
"Could use some lotion, Daddy. If you have time for me."
"Daddy always has time for his princess. Now be a good girl and pick out your favorite." Jim smiled with satisfaction and snuggled down against the pillow, watching his exquisite handiwork jiggle as she walked over to the cabinet.
Yes, he could definitely learn to enjoy this new game.
