Handcuffs and Headlocks
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by Kim Dare
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: A Handcuffs and Lace Tale Undercover police officer Ed Rawlings isn't just good at his job--he's bloody fantastic at it. But there is such a thing as being too good at playing pretend. When reality refuses to come back, even when he's off duty, something has to change for the hyperactive submissive. Could a no nonsense master be exactly who he needs to help him make those changes? Derby FitzGerald doesn't do pretend. Losing track of reality when you're teaching martial arts would be bound to get very painful, very quickly. But maybe there's such a thing as taking life too seriously too. Could a confused cop be precisely the right person to remind him of that?
eBook Publisher: Resplendence Publishing, LLC, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: November 2010
65 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [92 KB]
Reading time: 57-80 min.
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Ed Rawlings leaned slightly to his left, bringing his lips to within whispering distance of his friend's ear. "Think he'll hit me if I ask him if he's gay?"
Kieran made an unimpressed noise in the back of his throat. "I think he's going to hit you whatever you do."
Ed smiled to himself as he turned his complete attention back to the...Damn, what the hell had the inspector said he was? Ed vaguely remembered something about the force hiring a martial arts expert to give them a refresher course on self defense techniques. There'd been fliers posted around the station about it for weeks, and a lecture from senior officers on just how much boring paperwork would be thrown at those cops--Yes, Ed Rawlings, I'm talking about you--who tried to get out of attending the damn thing.
Ed bit back a chuckle. The inspector would have saved himself a whole lot of time and trouble if he'd just had the sense to mention that their tutor was going to be hot as hell. The guy currently pacing along the line of suddenly nervous looking coppers was definitely welcome to beat up Ed any time he wanted.
A big muscular body pressed against him, holding him down in all the right places sounded like a bloody good time in his book. And if the display the instructor had conducted with his assistant was anything to go by, their new expert... Duncan... Darcy... Dominic... Demetri...Whatever...
The guy obviously had no qualms about getting up close and personal with another man. Ed's smile broadened. He hadn't contorted into most of the positions the younger man threw his assistant into, with most of his ex-boyfriends--not even that really flexible yoga instructor he'd met while he was pretending to be a drug dealer last year.
The instructor turned around and walked back down the line of men. His mouth was moving, there were probably words coming out of it. Ed made a half-hearted attempt to focus on the actual syllables, but it was so much more fun to wonder how those lips would feel covering his, or wrapped around his cock, or whispering demanding little orders into his ear.
Ed rocked slightly back and forth on his heels as he tried to keep his building energy in check and failed. Kieran sent him a disapproving look out of the corner of his eye. Ed ignored him in favor of running his gaze over the instructor's body again. The guy had to live in the gym.
Turning away from his students for a few seconds, the instructor called his assistant across the room, providing Ed with the perfect chance to check out a very nice arse. The bright red track bottoms should have clashed horribly with the grubby blue mats that covered the floor, but the guy looked perfectly at home there, as if he was born to spend his days pinning people to the scuffed surface.
The assistant had to be half a foot taller than the instructor. He still ended up flat on his back after a few brief seconds.
The shorter man pressed his would-be rival down against the mat. His hands wrapped tightly around the assistant's wrists, black skin encircling white. The idea of his own wrists replacing the assistant's limbs dropped straight to Ed's cock. He started to harden behind the scant privacy of his own track bottoms.
His last undercover assignment had kept him cooped up inside all summer. He was even paler than the prone assistant. The contrasting skin tones would be even more beautiful, if he could somehow wrangle his way into the taller man's place. Ed rocked on his heels again, before bouncing forward onto his toes, barely able to stay quietly in one place for another second.
"You're going to get whipped if you're not careful..." Kieran muttered under his breath, a tiny smile creeping through his normally serious demeanor.
Ed bit back a chuckle. "Only if I'm really lucky, and he turns out to be kinky as well as gay."
The instructor launched himself up off the floor and helped his assistant to his feet. He looked across at them as the muffled laughter seemed to catch his attention. His eyes met Ed's gaze. Pissed off was a very good look on the man.
Ed's grin stayed in place, while Kieran quickly reverted to his usual stone faced expression next to him.
"Congratulations, Rawlings, you just volunteered to take part in the next set of demonstrations. Front and center. Move!"
Ed stepped swiftly out of the line to stand in front of the instructor. He was a few inches taller than the other man, and more than a few years older than him, too. Not that he was under the impression that either of those facts were going to make the slightest bit of difference to what was about to happen next.
He might have been blessed with the typical Rawlings build, wide across the shoulders and naturally strong with it, but the other man looked like one of those strange people who thought working yourself half to death in the gym every single day was a pleasant way to spend a life. Physically, there was no contest, and Ed had the distinct impression that an ability to talk himself out of any trouble he got himself into while undercover probably wasn't going to help him in this particular situation either. He tried what was generally considered a charming smile.
The instructor didn't smile back.
Straight or serious? And how to find out which?
The shorter man grabbed Ed by the shoulders and spun him around so he faced the other men.
Words happened again, something about the best way to take a man from behind. Ed didn't laugh--but only because he made damn sure he didn't meet Kieran's eyes.
You can take me any way you like, darling
Ed bit his lip to keep the words back as he felt the heat of the other man's body soak through his clothes and caress his skin. If the guy wanted to tug down his track bottoms and bend him over right there in front of all the other cops, he'd have been more than happy to accommodate him.
That last assignment really had gone on for a very long time. A man could only play it straight and be on his best behavior for so long.
One moment Ed was standing on the mat, trying to work out exactly how many weeks had passed since he'd last got laid. The next second he was on his knees, with the instructor's arm wrapped painfully around his throat, cutting off his air supply. Apparently, no one had ever told the younger man that nice guys didn't do breath play on the first date.
Ed's hands clawed at the stronger man's arm, scrabbling at the immovable band of muscle around his neck. His feet kicked out uselessly against the mats. The world started to go dark around the edges. All the blood that couldn't get to his brain seemed to think his cock was the next best alternative.
As the other man's voice continued in the distance, no doubt explaining exactly why this was such a brilliant way to incapacitate anyone who didn't pay due attention in class, Ed just got harder and harder. Pre-cum started to leak onto the inside of his boxers.
The arm around his throat relaxed just enough to let him drag one, gasping breath into his lungs before tightening again. The instructor obviously knew what he was doing, except right then it was impossible for Ed to think of him as a boring martial arts instructor. It was much more fun to picture him as a dominant in a club, far hotter to think of himself as a bratty sub who'd somehow caught the attention of a serious master than it was to be a cop right then.
Ed let the idea grow inside his head, expanding to fill every bit of his mind as he fought for another breath. The man he'd been a moment before started to fade away, until he no longer existed in any real sense of the word.
He was Eddie Smith--novice sub. Clueless, naive, maybe even a virgin. He'd heard about the club... No, he'd seen someone mention it on the net--that was more like it. As easily as the idea slipped into his mind, Ed Rawlings stopped being someone who could barely manage his e-mails.
Eddie Smith was a true computer geek, much better at text speak than face to face conversations. And he'd only been in the leather club a few seconds when he suddenly found his every right snatched away from him.
Eddie Smith belonged to his master now and everything in the world was a privilege that another stronger man could grant or deny him on a whim. Even his next breath was something he'd have to earn, and the fact he had millions in the bank from all those clever little programming jobs didn't mean a damn thing.
His nameless, faceless--yes, that was right--his anonymous hooded master, allowed him one more breath. The scent of leather filled Ed's senses as the fantasy took true hold of him. Eyes closed, he let the vague memory of the cops watching him morph into a crowd of leather clad men--men Eddie Smith's new master might well decide to share him with before the end of the night. Track suits and training shorts became chaps, jock straps and chastity belts.
As suddenly as he'd been captured, Eddie was released, pushed forward to collapse, gasping as he hit the mat. Air rushed into his lungs, cold and harsh, making his head spin even faster. Ed and Eddie Smith swirled together inside his head as he pushed at the padded floor a little, but his arms didn't seem inclined to lever him upright.
All things considered, the mat was quite comfortable. Ed decided to stay where he was for a little while. Eddie Smith wouldn't get up until his master gave him permission anyway, not without getting a whipping for his cheek. In those moments, Eddie's fear kept him on the floor just as much as anything that had ever been part of Ed Rawlings.
"Damn, Derby, you didn't actually kill him, did you?"
Derby! That was it. Ed had known it was something like that. Eddie faded a little from his mind as he was pulled back to the here and now. Derby FitzGerald, champion something or other...boxing...judo...kickboxing...some weird thing he'd never heard of and didn't have a clue how to pronounce...whatever. He could so easily be a world champion dominant if he wanted to.
Please, God, just let him be gay...
"He'll be fine," Derby said, and promptly turned his attention to the other cops and started issuing orders, pairing them up to practice the techniques he'd just demonstrated.
Ed stayed where he was, Eddie still lingering in the corners of his mind. His ragged breaths slowly steadied, even as his erection pressed even more enthusiastically into the mat beneath him.
"On your feet, Rawlings. Let's see how much attention you were paying."
Ed dragged himself upright, half because the instructor ordered it, and half because Eddie wanted to see what the dominant might want to do with him next. The part Ed had cast himself into warred with the real him as his own name called him out of the fantasy while the character he'd allowed to take up residence inside his brain refused to leave him completely. Shaking his head, Ed made a halfhearted attempt to click back into the regular world.
Instructor or master, the guy was obviously still pissed off with him. Ed barely reached his full height before he ended up crashing back onto the mat. The air rushed out of his lungs again. Before he could draw in another breath, Derby was on top of him, pinning him down.
"If you'd spent more time listening and less time giggling like a little girl, you might know how to stay on your feet."
Trapped under a perfectly muscled body, Ed felt a delicious shiver run down his spine as another burst of adrenaline shot through his veins. He looked up into the other man's eyes, but it was impossible to make out an expression in the black depths. As his vision cleared, the club scenario faded a little more.
Derby bounced up off the mats and loomed over him. "Get up."
Ed hauled himself back to his feet, idly wondering if his t-shirt was long enough to cover the tenting track bottoms.
"The first drill I showed you."
Derby wanted his sub to take him down...? The club dominant faded away, dragging Eddie Smith with him. Ed held back a sigh and trawled back in his memories. The first one? He had a vague idea it went something like...
One moment, he was reaching out to grab hold of the other man, the next he was on his back again, the instructor's body covering his in almost all the right places.
"Wishing you'd paid attention yet, Rawlings?"
Ed swallowed. "You're good at this."
The guy made a really pissed off sound in the back of his throat. "That's the general idea." His muscles tensed. He was about to get up again.
"Would the hold be as effective if you moved your weight to the left a bit?" Ed asked, before the younger man could jump to his feet.
Derby frowned as if running the scenario through his mind, checking it against his obviously extensive experience. He shifted his position a little to the left. His thigh rubbed against Ed's rapidly hardening cock through their clothes sending a wave of pure bliss through him.
The dominant's expression changed as he met Ed's eyes. He didn't pull away immediately, the way a straight man would have. Any uncertainty Ed might have harbored over which way the guy swung disappeared.
Then Derby jerked himself to crouch next to him. "You're here to learn how to defend yourself, not to enjoy getting beaten up," he snapped, keeping the words low enough that only Ed would be able to hear them.
"Thanks, but if it's all the same to you, I'll stick to talking my way out of whatever trouble I get myself into," Ed said, pulling himself to his feet alongside the younger man as the dominant rose to his full height.
"And when you can't talk your way out of it?" Derby demanded, automatically squaring up to him, chin tilted back to glare into a taller man's eyes.
"Hasn't happened yet," Ed said, with a careless shrug. "Won't happen in the future. In case no one's mentioned the fact to you--I'm bloody awesome at my job."
Derby looked him up and down, apparently not the least impressed with anything he saw. "If I'd known I was going to end up training a group of pathetic little desk jockeys I'd have thought twice about agreeing to--"
"What the--!" Ed stared at him, open mouthed.
Derby walked away from him without another word.
"Osmond!" He shouted across the room. "You know what you're doing?"
Kieran looked across to them, his attention flickering between Ed and the instructor a few times. "Yeah."
"Since you two are such good gossip buddies, you can fill Rawlings in. I don't have any more time to waste on him."
Ed was still slack jawed when his friend reached his side.
"That obviously went well," Kieran said, his normally serious expression disappearing in favor of him grinning from ear to ear at Ed's obvious discomfort. "Shall I take it you're finished with this particular crush?"
Ed stared across at Derby as he walked away from him. "Hell, no!" The fun was just getting started.
Unfortunately, it seemed there was only a certain amount of fun it was possible to have when the other man wouldn't come within ten meters of him. Apparently, there wasn't a single thing he could do that would tempt Derby to demonstrate one sodding technique on him.
By the end of the session, Ed was already turning his attention to his plans for the next lesson he was due to attend with the other man. As Kieran wandered off in the direction of his car, Ed shrugged on his jacket and made his way along the gloomy little side streets to his own vehicle. Apparently martial arts centers didn't need to be located in good parts of town.
Between the graffiti and the litter, there wasn't a great deal that could be seen of the actual buildings or the pavements that surrounded Derby's new martial arts school. Ed hardly noticed. With his head crammed full of ideas and scenarios for later in the month, he didn't hear the soft fall of footsteps behind him either--not until it was too late.
Ed barely had time to attempt a glance over his shoulder before his attacker was on top of him, pushing him into a dank, little alley. Past the huge bins, he stumbled on until he was forced up against a rough wall. The brickwork bit into his cheek. Pain screamed through his right arm as it was twisted up behind his back.
Ed squirmed against the wall, trying to turn around, to look the other guy in the eye and get some idea of what he was facing, but his attacker's hold on him was perfect.
"What's wrong, nothing to say?"
Ed froze for a moment. Then he smiled against the brickwork. Derby!
He took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. It was a good question. What did he have to say for himself? Who did he want to be today...?