Prologue
Neither of them could remember when it had started. The thing that was between them. Two or three months ago, maybe, but it might have started much earlier. And by now they were sure that they couldn't stop.
Every Friday night, Kim would show up at Hank's door. It wasn't until the wee hours of the morning that she left again. In between, there was a night that they spent together. In fact, a night where they weren't sergeant and officer. It was a night when the two of them tested their limits, experimented to see what they liked.
And above all, Hank was giving up control that night. It was here in his bedroom, while having sex, that Kim was in control. There she decided what she did with him, to him. As for Hank, he relished the opportunity to surrender. Enjoying the fact that someone else was deciding what was going to happen to him.
Hank looked around his bedroom, checking.
Everything was ready for tonight. Condoms and lube were on the nightstand. He'd pulled the box of sex toys out from under the bed. At the sight of the contents of the box, he felt the tingling, the excitement, the rising arousal. He knew what feelings each item triggered in him - the dildo, the butt plug, the candles, the riding crop. He had felt it all before - on his skin or inside him.
He hesitated briefly before taking the handcuffs out of the box and placing them on his nightstand. Maybe they would be put to use today. There was no way Hank knew what the night had in store for him. Both Kim and he went with the flow from lust. Spontaneously deciding on what they wanted to try. Most of the time, anyway. But there were also nights when Hank knew exactly what he wanted. How he wanted it. Hard. Pain. BUT also a lot of passion. And plenty of good sex.
Hank glanced at his watch one last time. Kim would be here soon.
Slowly, he made his way downstairs. And he was about to get something to drink, when he heard the knock on his door. Kim had arrived.
Now the night could begin.