Author's Note:
This chapter contains triggers including (but not limited to): praise kink, degradation, alcohol consumption, PTSD, anxiety, depression, and bondage (just toys). P.S. This chapter has sexual interactions between Maggie Doyle & PJ Hasham. I write very descriptive books (I normally write dark romances -VERY EROTIC). Also, I am well aware PJ would NEVER degrade Maggie even in the bedroom. But please remember that this is a fanfic written by a dark romance author. Please be RESPECTFUL!
Marjorie :) This chapter is set three weeks after the last one.
I walk slowly into the pub; my eyes catching the familiar caramel eyes staring at me up and down. I sit next to him, curious as to what he's thinking...
"Peej, are you okay?"
His lips curl into a soft smile, placing a newspaper over that spot in his pants. Is he hard?
"Yeah... vodka?"
I think I need something like that... I let out a deep laugh, covering my mouth, scared he'll judge me.
"After the last four weeks, I think I deserve it."
His smile vanishes for a second, worry fills his eyes.
"PJ, I'm fine."
No. You are not fine Maggie. You are fucked in the head.
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"How about we head back to my place?"
My mine goes all fuzzy and I nod slightly. We had just finished 'debriefing' . Honestly I think that it was a waste of time, 3 weeks and 2 days ago we found that little girl...
A warm palm rests on the small of my back, I sink into his touch, it feels like home.
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"We're home."
PJ guides me through his front door, his living room is a medium size with a comfortable couch and fuzzy pillows. Unwashed dishes sits quietly in the sink.
"PJ... I've, I've been thinking..."
What the hell. What are you saying Maggie? Shut up before you say something you regret!
"I, I, think I'm in love with you."
Shit. I said it. I said the thing that has been on my mind for over a year. What's the worse which can happen?
Before I can even react his lips are crashing down on mine, our tongues battling dominance. I let out a deep moan as his hand connects with my left breast.
"Mags, I already knew I was falling for you."
I rip off my plaid button up, revealing a black lace bra. Like mum always says: 'you never know when you'll need your good nickers on.'
"PJ, I, I've never done this before."
Translation: I'm a virgin.
He doesn't reply. His lips meet mine in a more intimate, romantic way this time, as in saying: 'you're safe with me.' But am I? That little girl wasn't safe with her father, her own father so who says I will be safe with PJ? Shut up Maggie! He won't hurt you. The voices swim around my thoughts, making me feel crazy by the second.
"Mags, if I hurt you or want me to stop the code word is 'cat' okay?"
Cat. Why would we need a code word?
"Okay."
He kisses my collarbone before he says, "Promise me, if I hurt you, you will say cat"
I nod.
His pointer finger slips into my forbidden area. It strangely feels good.
"Mhm, Mags watch my finger slip in and out of you. Does that feel good?"
I look down at the erotic scene, his long digit slides in and out of my wetness. Normally, my own fingers are the ones sliding in and out, PJ's name always slips free when I orgasm.
"Mags, replace my fingers and show me what you do when you're alone and thinking of me."
Crimson stains my cheeks. How did he know?
I reposition my hand until it's between my legs.
"Start with one finger and then try two."
I obey, stroking my pointer finger through my wetness, moaning softly. I add another finger, and another till I'm coming undone with PJ's name on my tongue.
"Thats my good little constable."
I moan in response. I notice him stroking his member, I hope off the counter and drop to my knees, opening my mouth in the process. I've never done anything like this but I have read books.
Author's Note:
I'm gonna be annoying, come back for the next chapter because I need to publish something so I'll finish the chapter in the next chapter! Thank you everyone who has been giving feedback! Love you guys sm xxx