(This is set during the 4-week relationship after IACM)

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Chain of Command
Part 2

I warned you, sir! And now you're in for the thrashing of your life! – Katherina of Padua

David sat in his office, feet propped on his desk, watching another fiery Los Angeles sunset. He heard the sounds of chatter and the door repeatedly opening and closing as the staff hastily left for the day.

As Agnes came from Maddie's office, she approached his door. "Mr. Addison, is there anything I can do for you?"

"I'm good. Get out of here." He winked and sent an air kiss her way.

He heard Agnes return to her desk, then silence except for Maddie tapping away at her calculator. He made his way to her office and admired her from afar for a moment before poking his head into her door.

"We're still on for dinner tomorrow night, right?"

Maddie jumped and gasped softly. "You scared me to death." She placed her hand over her heart. "Yes." Her cheeks flushed pink as she smiled warmly.

"Good. I've been getting ready for this. I want to show you I can cook." He smirked, proud of himself. "You ready to go? I can walk you out."

She let out a big sigh, rifling through a pile of documents. "You go on home."

He shook his head, walking over to her. "Until tomorrow, my love." He leaned down and took her chin in his hand, kissing her supple lips.

Friday had been a blur in the office, between new clients and closing a case by himself. He looked at his watch and let out a big breath. He rolled into the main office, stopping by Agnes's desk.

"Can you please give this to Miss Hayes." He handed her a white sealed envelope. The note inside had time and instructions for the big date. David had worked on this for over a week. He was pumped and ready to give Maddie her big surprise.

"Have a great weekend, Agnes." He whistled a tune as he exited quickly to the parking garage. He hopped in the company car and sped to his apartment.

David looked around his living/dining room area. He was proud of the romantic scene he had created for Maddie. The new dining table for two sat in front of the large picture window. A black leather recliner chair was placed in the center of the room with his favorite trunk off to the right. A white linen cloth covered the table. It was set with fine white china plates, shiny silverware on red cloth napkins, and crystal wine glasses. An ice bucket was on the side with a bottle of Maddie's favorite wine. He lighted two red candles that were placed on either side of a vase containing a single red rose with baby's breath. He placed a bowl of goat cheese salad along with a container of homemade dressing on the table. Next he arranged a small wooden charcuterie board with gourmet cheeses and crackers next to the salad bowl. The piece de resistance was shrimp scampi, ready to serve directly from the hot cast iron skillet.

Several knocks sounded at his front door. He cleared the steps in a flash, pulling it open. Maddie looked radiant in a baby blue silk blouse and matching skirt. Her face lit up with a smile as he took her overnight bag out of her hand. She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his lips. A smirk crossed his face as she pulled away from him.

"I was just following the directions on your apron - kiss the chef." She winked as she walked past him.

He dropped her bag inside his bedroom. He jerked the apron off, rolling it up and tossing it aside, and grabbed his navy suit jacket from the hanger.

From the center of the room Maddie looked around, her mouth slightly open in shock. She looked at David, then back at the elegant table and back at him. Before she could speak, he took her hand and led her to the table. He pulled her chair out, motioning for her to take a seat.

He picked up the bottle of chilled wine out of the bucket. He placed a white cloth underneath it, showing her the label. She nodded and he proceeded to pour them each a glass. He took the small vial of dressing and drizzled it over the salad before tossing it lightly. He placed some on each plate. He disappeared momentarily into the kitchen and few seconds later returned carrying a sizzling pan of shrimp. He noticed Maddie was taking in the scent. He tilted the pan slightly so she could inspect the dish.

"I know you like seafood. I got some really nice shrimp."

The smile that graced her face made every second of preparation worth it. He dished out a portion for each of them, setting the pan aside. He took a seat across from her, placing the napkin in his lap.

He picked up his wine glass, clearing his throat. "I'd like to make a toast." She picked up her own glass, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight. "To the most beautiful woman I've ever known."

"Oh, David." She lightly tapped her glass with his before taking a drink.

Dinner was delightful with small talk. He could tell the meal was a success. As they were getting ready to leave the dinner table, David smiled and winked, saying, "I make a mean old-fashioned. You know – bourbon? Come on in the living room and I'll show you."

He walked on the opposite side of her, pulling his jacket off and laying it across the trunk. Reaching the recliner first, he plopped down into the seat. She stood in front of him, looking around for the drinks he promised them. He loosened his tie, pulling it off and tossing it behind the chair, then quickly scooted his body onto the edge of the seat. Before she had time to react, he pulled her across his knee.

She squealed out in protest. "David!"

He wasted no time sliding her skirt up exposing her scantily clad behind. "You were a very bad girl at the Detectives Ball, weren't you, Maddie Hayes?"

She kicked and screamed at him in protest. Her shoes came off as her feet slid across the floor. "Are you out of your mind, David?!"

"Now be quiet, we don't want the neighbors to be concerned. Don't make me gag you."

She gasped in indignation and surprise, but immediately she felt his hand on her naked behind, stroking in a circle with the flat of his palm. Then his hand was no longer on her skin. A smack came down hard.

"Owww!" She screamed out, feeling the heat of the sting. She wiggled and pushed against his legs, trying to get free. He pushed his hand down between her shoulder blades to hold her down more firmly.

"Four more to go." She could hear his breathing change. He smoothed over the skin he smacked between each hard blow. He made sure to strike a new area of her behind with each slap. She didn't understand the adrenaline and excitement growing in her body. She tried to get free by kicking harder.

"Keep still, " he said between heavy breaths. "Or I will spank you for longer."

By the time he released the hold on her, her skin was on fire. She scrambled off his lap, her face red with anger and embarrassment. She could hear he was laughing, enjoying himself. She spun around seething mad.

"You started this, Maddie."

She let out an infuriated growl, taking off at top speed toward his bedroom. His arms were around her before she could get through the door. He quickly heaved her over his shoulder. She began hitting him on the back with her fists, feet still kicking.

"I'm not through with you yet. Don't make spank you again."

He deposited her into the recliner, leaning over her while holding her shoulders. He cupped her chin in one of his hands, making her look at him.

"Don't you agree turnabout is fair play?"

His heart was beating like a drum against his chest as he continued to look deep into her sky-blue eyes. He could feel her breath, her lips dangerously close to his. She made the move forward, allowing him to kiss her lips softly, a tiny moan escaping her. He released his grip on her, kissing down her chin, neck, collarbone. Her hands were in his hair driving him crazy. He pulled back to regain eye contact with her.

"Come on, you want to play a game, don't you? You started this at the Detectives Ball. Now let's finish it."

He stepped back, quickly undoing his shirt and shrugging it off onto the floor. He pulled a small wicker basket next to the chair close to him and pulled from it a rope made of softest moleskin which he slowly unraveled. He looked into her eyes as he let it drop onto her skin and let her feel the softness of the material. He placed it around her collarbone, securing it around the back of the chair. He rounded the chair to face her, searching her eyes for assurance. She nodded and watched him pull out a bright red velvet rope. He put it around her waist and secured it to the back of the recliner.

"Oh, and don't worry - I haven't forgotten the bourbon." He smirked as he walked into the kitchen. She tried craning her neck to see what was up. She could hear unusual noises coming from the kitchen. He emerged carrying a tray of assorted items including bourbon, whipped cream, maraschino cherries, orange slices, sugar cubes, and bitters, as well as shot glasses and one low tumbler.

She raised her eyebrows looking at him curiously. "Where's the other glass?"

"I am making you an old-fashioned cocktail. I don't need a glass because you are the old-fashioned. But first. . ."

His fingers sought out the silky material of her shirt. Button by button her blouse opened to reveal she was nude underneath. He watched her breath hitch each time he brazed her skin with his fingers. She could see how excited he was and she squirmed in her seat.

He picked up the can of whipped cream and shook it. She watched him, fascinated with his every move. He aimed the container at the base of her neck and pushed down on the dispenser, but instead of a smooth pillow of whipped cream flowing onto her neck, air spewed droplets of cream over her face and hair. She gasped loudly, blinking whipped cream off her eyelashes.

"I didn't say you could mess up my hair!"

"Don't worry, we'll take a shower later." He twirled a piece of her hair, making a face at how sticky it felt. He leaned in and gently kissed the droplets off her cheek, nose and forehead. Reversing his path, he stopped to kiss her lips, chin, neck and collarbone. He could feel her shiver under his control, little gasps of pleasure coming from her.

"Can't I have a drink?" she pouted at him.

Quickly he mixed a drink in the low tumbler to satisfy her thirst. He took a quick sip of the old-fashioned before putting the glass to her lips. He poured drink into her mouth as she tipped her head back and then placed the glass back on the tray.

He picked up a shot glass full of bourbon, an orange slice and a cherry. He laid the recliner back, flattening her out. Kneeling overtop of her, he let bourbon drops splash onto each of her breasts, then down the length of her belly. She shivered at the coolness of the liquid. He downed the rest of the drink before ridding himself of the glass. He turned his attention to the orange slice, squeezing the juice on top of the bourbon, and then placed the cherry in her belly button. David could tell she was holding her breath in anticipation. All at once, she could feel the heat of his mouth suckling at her breasts, first one, then the other. His tongue dragging over one nipple then the other. She closed her eyes, making soft noises, her body unable to arch upward because of the restraints. He moved downward with angel kisses all along her belly, pausing to pick up the cherry by the stem from her belly button. Deep moans coming from him were driving her wild.

He carried the cherry back up to her mouth and watched her accept it. He hungrily claimed her in a kiss, tasting the sweetness mixed with lingering bourbon. Pulling back, he picked up the single sugar cube and dipped it in bourbon. He gently rubbed it along her lips, kissing her once more and enjoying how delightful was the taste of her.

He moved away, drawing a pout from her. He placed one quick kiss on her lips while unzipping the side of her skirt. From the end of the recliner he took the bottom of her skirt in each hand, tugging the clothing off her. She could see his manhood struggling against the material of his pants, making a flash of heat run through her body. He could tell she was antsy. She was trying to free her arms. He admired her black satin lingerie for a moment.

She watched him fill another shot glass with bourbon, leaving the other ingredients out. Holding the glass above the line of her string bikini, he let drops of bourbon splash down on her. He gave her a sly grin as he continued to drop splashes of bourbon onto the satin material until the glass was empty. Picking up the half empty bottle, he poured one more shot and downed it quickly. He gently grips each side of her hips, letting his lips kiss the sensitive skin above the satin fabric.

"Oh, David," filled the room.

He gripped her hips tighter, kissing lower onto the satin.

"What's the magic word, Maddie?"

She fought harder against the restraints, her lower body arching upward to meet the hot kisses.

"Say it now, Maddie." He continued kissing lower and lower until they both were breathless.

"I need you. I need you so badly, David."

He freed her instantly, pulling her out of the chair. It became a mad dash for the shower as they left a clothes trail behind them. He flipped the shower onto hot, shoving her in, pinning her hard against the wall. Their bodies were wet and slippery. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around him, as he drove into her. She gasped, digging her nails into his back. "I need you, David," spilled from her lips over and over until he brought them to climax. She was limp in his arms, breathing hard. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest. He nuzzled her neck, realizing her hair was still sticky. He let her body come down and moved her under the warm spray of the water, wetting her hair. His mind reeled as he watched the water flow over her delicate body.

"Wet really does become you."

She watched as he drizzled shampoo into his hands, massaging it gently through her hair. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation overtake her. He tilted her back under the water, running his hands through her hair. Once he was sure all the soap was out, he moved her out of the spray. He wondered if she was aware of the pleasurable sounds coming out of her. She was completely relaxed as he put soap on a sponge, cleaning her from head to toe, as she held onto his shoulders. He rinsed her off and quickly washed himself. He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a plush robe and wrapping her up before putting one on himself. She stood in front of the fogged-up mirror, swiping a place clear. She rummaged in a drawer for a brush she had left there. As she ran the brush through her tangled hair, she smiled, seeing him stroke his hair with a smirk. She knew that face usually meant he was up to something.

"Care to share what's rolling around in that noggin of yours?" She leaned against the sink looking at him.

He turned her to face the mirror with him. "Look at us, Maddie. We are both very good-looking people. The only thing keeping guys from trying to pick you up is seeing you with me." She gave him a skeptical look but he went on. "And as for me, well. . . can you blame Daphne for trying? The poor girl couldn't help herself!"

Daphne! The woman who gave David her number at the Detectives Ball! Maddie's face darkened and she opened her mouth, but then she quickly closed it again. "Of course, honey," she said sweetly. "What woman could possibly resist you?"

His smirk grew even more pronounced. "I'm glad you agree. I knew you'd appreciate me eventually!"

She yawned. "I'm so sleepy. Can we go to bed now?" She started to walk towards the bedroom, still smiling, but he stopped her. "Let me, Blondie Blonde." He picked her up, walking to the bed and laying her gently down. He turned the light off and pulled her tight against his body as sleep overtook them.

Sunlight was just peeking into David's bedroom on Sunday morning when Maddie awoke. She turned and saw David was still sleeping, on his stomach with his right arm hanging over the side of the bed. His breathing was deep and even. Truth be told, she only slept in shifts when she was with him, and this night had been no exception. She could easily have gone back to sleep, but determination made her stay awake. Her excitement grew as she thought about what she had begun to plan the night before. Very carefully she eased herself out of bed, leaving him undisturbed.

Quietly she went to his closet and opened the door. Hanging on the inside of the door were several neckties. Quickly she removed three of them. She went to the bathroom and retrieved her hairbrush. Returning to the bedroom, she stood at the foot of the bed for a moment gazing at David. He was so adorable when he slept. He looked downright innocent – the only time he ever looked that way, she thought! If she admitted it to herself, she was overwhelmed with love for him, and – yes - that scared her. But enough of those thoughts! She had a plan to execute.

She went to his side of the bed. His hand hung down beside the bedframe. Perfect! She passed the necktie behind the frame and then around his wrist, tying a knot as fast as she could.

He stirred and she knew she had only seconds if her plan was to succeed. She dashed around to the other side and passed the second necktie around the bedframe at the head of the bed. Taking his left wrist, she quickly secured it with a knot.

He stirred again, trying to move his arms. Quickly now! She ran back to the foot of the bed and passed the third necktie under his ankles. Lickety split she bound his ankles together.

Trying to move, unable to because of his bonds, David woke up. Confused at first, he found himself unable to turn over or really to move at all. His eyes opened all the way to see Maddie standing by the bed, hairbrush in hand.

Jerking his arms, kicking his feet, he realized what was happening. A laugh escaped him as he looked at Maddie. "Honey, what are you doing? Now come on, it's too early for this."

She tapped the hairbrush against her hand, then thoughtfully cupped his bare behind with her palm. "I have one question for you, David."

"What's that? Anything for you, you know that." He smiled, but he was surprised to find he was a little nervous.

She stroked his behind. "Just what did you mean by bringing up Daphne last night?"

"Daphne? Who? I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Oh, really?" Her hand left his bare skin, and then swiftly the back of the hairbrush made contact with his bottom.

"Ouch!" He flinched. "Stop it, Maddie! I didn't mean anything! Let me go now."

Her soft, smooth hand again stroked the now reddened skin of his bottom, and then, again – smack! The hairbrush came down.

"Ouch!"

As he moved, she could see that in spite of his protests, he was excited. A fire spread through her own body. She raised the hairbrush and paddled him several more times, stroking the soft skin of his bottom in between each smack and striking a different spot each time. She stopped with her hand again on his now-reddened flesh.

"Okay, I'm sorry! Whatever I did, I apologize!"

"You'll never mention Daphne again, will you?"

"No." He was a little breathless.

"You'll forget all about her, won't you? And you certainly won't go to that bogus surveillance class she was talking about!"

"Actually I was thinking the class might be a good idea. I could use more training—"

She raised the hairbrush.

"No, don't! I, I'll never bring up the class again. I promise!"

With a thoughtful look she lowered the brush and pressed the back of it against his behind. "I have some magic words for you now. Would you like to hear them?"

"Yes, I would. Please," he said, still breathing a little hard.

"I'm the boss. Aren't I?" She was making little circles with the brush.

"Er. . . yeah, sure! Why would you even say that?"

She raised the brush. "You're the boss, Maddie. Say it! Say it now!"

He hesitated a second too long, kicking his feet, and she brought the brush down again on his tender bottom. "Ow! You're the boss, Maddie! Yes, you're the boss! Please, honey!"

She smiled and once again soothingly stroked him. Quickly she untied his ankles, then his right hand. Reflexively he rolled over as she released his left hand. He reached for her, but she pressed him down on his back. His excitement once again inflamed her own and her smile deepened.

She straddled him. He embraced her and she gazed into his eyes as they joined together.

Some time later they lay with her head on his shoulder, both still catching their breath. He smiled down at her. "I don't know about you, boss, but I could use a little more shuteye. What do you think?"

She smiled back. "Well, you know I hate laziness. . . but we have had a big night."

"And a big morning," he smirked at her.

"And it is Sunday. . . so maybe this once."

He snuggled her. "Just this once. . . but you need to remember one thing."

"What's that?"

"This can always go both ways."

She gave him her mischievous grin. They closed their eyes and dropped off once more, even as the sun climbed higher through the tall Victorian windows.