Breaking the Rules

Chapter 2

by CatwomanNY

Enjoying the wine and the conversation, they lost all track of time. It was past midnight when Emily stood up to leave, he assumed, but she walked to him, a look in her eye he couldn't identify. She grabbed his tie, and kissed him hard. It had been weeks since a woman had done more than shake his hand, and he kissed her back, a fire building between them. The numerous rules and regulations he was violating not even entering his mind as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Her nails made a pass up his chest and he couldn't control the moan that escaped. God, she felt good. Her mouth alternated between lightly gnashing at him and tenderly caressing, as she pulled at his belt. He felt himself responding to her touch, as she ran those long, perfectly manicured nails of hers down the front of his boxers. He moaned again. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her from his torso for a long, deep, kiss, but she fought against him, biting his lip lightly. The metallic taste of his own blood trickled into his mouth, but he smiled as he licked his lip.

"If you want release, you will do as I say." There was a fire, a passion, in his eyes when he looked back at her, just adding to the flame already setting her ablaze from the inside out, but she was in control at that moment, not him.

"Do you want me to stop?" She began to unbutton her own blouse, watching him almost salivate as she reached her cleavage.

"No."

"Then you must obey my command tonight. Am I clear?"

"Yes."

"Good." She kissed him, whispering in his ear. "If you ever want me to stop, all you have to say is 'stop'." She bit his earlobe, gently tugging on it, listening to his breath coming quicker. "But, I am the Agent-In-Charge tonight. Am I understood?"

"Yes."

"Good." She said again, pulling away. "Then strip and lie on the bed."

"You first." His voice was husky, as he fingered her half-open blouse.

"That is not the way it works and I will not stand for insubordination. One more outburst and I will leave you with no satisfaction. Am I understood?"

"Yes." He liked the strong, dominating, Emily Prentiss, found her incredibly attractive. He was dying to listen to her scream for him while he took her.

"Now, strip and lie on the bed." She saw the lust in his eyes and watched the bulge in his pants grow even more.

He was used to dominating, but not tonight. Tonight, she was in control, not him. "Better." He reached out for her, as he lay on the king bed of the hotel room. Instead of going to him, giving him what he wanted, she took his tie, his favorite tie, and bound his hands to the headboard.

"Mm, Emily." He watched her strip, hungry for her, ready to devour her, but willing to play by her rules, at least for the time being.

She removed her own clothing painfully slow, causing the look of lust in his eyes to burn even more intensely. Once she was naked, she climbed on the bed, and straddled his chest, standing over him, hovering over him. "Do you want me?"

"Oh yeah, Emily. I want to do things to you,"

She dropped to her knees suddenly and kissed him hard. "You will answer my questions with yes or no only. Am I understood?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, do you want me?"

"Yes. Oh God, yes!" Her nails were once again scraping down his muscular chest, followed once more by her delicate mouth gnashing and kissing.

Receiving the response she was looking for, she placed herself over his fully erect manhood, feeling it pulsing in her hand. "You can always say 'stop'."

"No, Emily, I can't." He thrust against her, feeling himself penetrate her slick canal just slightly, straining against his restraints. He was dying to slip inside her completely, to make her his, to feel a woman around him once again. "I have to have you." She kissed him one last time before plunging him deep into her. "God, you feel so good." He cried out for her as they moved together in a rough harmony.

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Aaron awoke with a start to the sound of his alarm and the sun streaming in through the hotel window. The bed was empty except for him. A quick scan of the room found his suit neatly hanging by his garment bag, right where it should be. Throwing the blankets back, he saw himself clothed in the same plaid boxers he'd worn the day before. "That is the last time I drink anything stronger than Saki." He said to no one in particular with a shake of his head and proceeded to go into the shower.

"How are you feeling this morning, Sir?" Emily slid into the seat across the table from him on the plane home. "I have to apologize for last night. I didn't realize how the Moutai was going to effect you."

"Nothing to apologize for, Prentiss." He couldn't hold her eyes, preferring to shuffle though the case file on his lap. "I should have known better than to drink something that strong on an empty stomach."

"So, we're good?"

He smirked. "I'm not going to fire you, if that's what you're worried about."

"Thank you, but that's not what I was referring to."

Suddenly, he looked at her horrified, all the color gone from his face. "What were you referring to, Prentiss?" He managed to get out from his dry mouth.

"Wow, you must have been drunker than I thought." She shook her head. "Never mind then. If you don't remember than there is no sense in bringing it up."

"Prentiss, what are you talking about?"

"You came onto me last night. I know it was the alcohol, so I didn't think anything of it, but it was so uncharacteristic of you."

"Yes, it is, and I deeply regret any harm that I might have caused," his best legalese flew from his tongue.

"No, it's fine. Nothing happened, just a little shameless flirting. It was kind of nice." Emily smiled. "I just wanted…actually, I don't know what I wanted. I'm just glad you're all right." She stood up and changed seats.

It had felt so real, all of it. The kiss, the feel of her body, the joy of their bodies entwined; every second had felt like he was actually living it.

With a small sigh, he picked up a pen to begin making some notes on the file he'd been reviewing before Prentiss interruped him. His wrist was sore, and he rubbed it unconsciously, before he began writing in the margin of the file.