Three weeks later...

Three weeks pass in a flurry of activity as you both settle into your new lives, each day and night a new adventure to be enjoyed. And not just with sex, either. Movies, popcorn, hijinks in the kitchen. You and Alessa practically live together now, for all the time you spend apart. The few days when she has to report to her superiors or go shopping are the worst, but even then you're only apart for a few hours--and you haven't slept alone since that first night. She gives you regular reports on the progress of your case, which admittedly isn't sounding good, but every time she still seems hopeful, and that, at least, is something to hold onto. Speaking of holding on...

"Jace?"

"Yes?"

"Don't come."

You grit your teeth and sweat streams down your forehead as you attempt to obey Alessa's command. Her gloved hands feel like molten silk on your manhood, whatever lubricant she's using making your member jump and jerk with every movement. And the hungry, smoky looks she keeps throwing your way aren't helping. The tension and pressure builds inside you, rising slowly and steadily to a fever pitch as she pushes you toward the edge. You can feel yourself slipping off the side as your toes curl and your whole body goes tense.

Aaaaaand she stops.

"Gah!"

Your shoulders heave as Alessa laughs above you, one hand on your shoulder to steady herself as she abruptly shoves her tongue down your throat. She's been doing this for the last two days now. After finding out just how you dealt with massive overstimulation, Alessa decided it was time to see how you reacted to massive deprivation, never once sending you over the edge for the last forty-eight hours. She somehow knows exactly where and when to stop, how much pressure and attention to apply to keep you suspended in a tortuously pleasurable state of limbo. Your steel-gray eyes lock onto her mischievous green ones as she begins her work once more, your dick twitching in anticipation and frustration as it begs for release and you barely restrain yourself from doing the same.

You can't stop her from her work because you happen to be tied to her bed (it happens basically once every night now), and the fact that she's wearing little else other than a teeny black thong and a corset that doesn't cover her ample breasts at all isn't helping your libido any. Your breath quickens and hitches as you feel a massive jolt of pleasure from below. Alessa abruptly stops touching you, completely moving her body away from yours as you're momentarily suspended on the uncertain peak between building and falling. You have no idea which side you're going to fall on, but when you do, it's with great disappointment that you're on the side without the orgasm.

This time, you can't hold back a frankly piteous whimper of need, what little mobility you have allowing your body to thrash about in impotent frustration at its unbearable arousal. Alessa is quick to hold you steady, her body straddling yours as you slowly fall still. Your breathing is still erratic when she leans down to breathe hotly against your ear.

"Please, Jace, just hold out a little while longer." She pauses a moment to nibble on your sensitive earlobe. "Trust me, this is all for a good purpose. Your reward is coming." Another pause follows, and you look up to see a slightly **** look in her eyes. "Trust me?"

Your lips and body tremble with unsated need as your gaze searches her face, finding lines of mixed worry and adoration staring back at you. And with a small bite of your lip, you nod just enough to be seen. And then her green eyes light up with unheard laughter, not at your expense this time, and she smiles. And oh God that's beautiful. And her hand is wrapping around you again as she gently pushes her lips against your chest, her free hand steadying herself while simultaneously stroking the back of your neck. And suddenly, you're weightless, like a cloud in the sky, and she's the only tether keeping you grounded to Earth, the only thing keeping you from flying away and dissipating into nothingness.

You'd be laughing at the irony of this situation if she wasn't currently working your shaft into yet another state of agonizing hardness. Especially given that you'd been serving that same function for her just a few days ago, though in a much different way. You'd been wet then too, but with tears, not arousal. It had started innocently enough (well, innocent as you two could be), with you asking just how an "upstanding officer of the law" like her got to be so damned kinky.

You knew something was off the moment she didn't laugh.

Panic gripped you as her smile immediately faded, and if you weren't already pending arraignment, you were sure she'd have arrested you for murdering the mood. If she'd been in any state of mind to retaliate, that was. Instead, her eyes and cheeks went red and puffy, her face crumbled, and in seconds, this strong, kind woman was reduced to a weeping pile of sobs. And you'd felt something then. A chord that had been struck inside you. Hard. And you had no idea what that meant, because it wasn't something you'd ever felt before, but you knew what you had to do because if you didn't that feeling was only going to get stronger and more painful.

So you immediately pulled her into your arms and held her crying body against yours, face pressed into your chest. Your shirt was soaked through by the end of the first minute. By the second, she was starting to quiet down thanks to the gentle rubbing you were giving her back. By the third, she'd stopped crying, but was still silent. By the fourth, she spoke.

"My husband." She paused a moment. "He brought out that side of me in ways I couldn't understand. Believe it or not, he was even worse than I am."

A small smile twitched at your lips.

"He made my every dream and fantasy come true, every single day...and not just in bed either. He's--was the best partner I ever had." She started shaking again. "And I betrayed him."

You were silent a while. "What was his name?"

A pause. "William. William Carson."

You hesitated a moment. "Tell me, Alessa, was William the kind of person to let himself fall because of betrayal?"

Silence.

"Would he have just...keeled over if he'd been screwed over? I mean, you were married to him for over a decade, must have seen him through some pretty rough cases. Would betrayal have made him give up, even if he was the only one fighting?"

She was quiet a moment. "No."

"Then you didn't betray him."

"Jace--"

"Stop, Alessa. If your husband was anything like you, I know he was one stubborn SOB."

She chuckled a little.

"And that if he'd really felt betrayed, he would've fought tooth and nail to get justice for himself. You were duped, and you weren't the only one. Your entire department got tricked." You paused for a moment. "Was the real guy ever caught?"

"No," she exhaled bitingly.

"Then you didn't betray him. Whoever framed him had to have been very, very clever to pull one over on you. Either that, or..."

She looked up at you. "Or what?"

Your jaw had tightened briefly, eyes narrowing. "Or it was someone in the department, who knew exactly how to set him up." Your eyes locked with hers. "Which would mean the real traitor is still out there. Either way...it was not your fault."

Alessa stared into your eyes with hers, staying utterly still for a while, then pushing forward to press her lips against yours in a brief kiss, her head returning to your chest after a while. "If your case ever does go to court...call me to testify for you. I'll do it in a heartbeat."

You snorted. "I doubt they'll be all that enthused to receive testimony from my guard-dog-turned-girlfriend."

Alessa stiffened in your arms, and as she straightened up, you thought you'd said the absolute wrong thing, but to your surprise, all you could see in her eyes was something that sent this overwhelmingly warm feeling through your chest. The impish smile she'd grown a second later drove that feeling in deeper.

"Girlfriend, huh?"

At seeing nothing but delight in her features, you'd smiled widely. "Yeah. I think so."

Your reverie is abruptly interrupted when you feel Alessa's mouth at your side, a loud moan ripped from your throat as your cock spasms suddenly, and her velvety grip leaves it just as fast. Once again, you hover on the edge, though this time nowhere near as long, and fall back down with a small whimper and a ridiculously painful case of blue balls. Your lips and body are trembling violently now, and only Alessa's firm grip around your shoulders is keeping you from crying out in desperation. Her lips are by your ear, fingers gently massaging your temples as she whispers to you gently.

"This time, Jace. This time, I promise. Just hold back as long as you can. Trust me."

You barely hear yourself whisper, "I do," but see that she picks up on it all the same at the adoring smile that splits her face.

Her lips latch onto yours with a deep, slow kiss, tongue probing the walls and roof of your mouth before massaging and twisting around yours in what should be a relatively even clash. The fact that you haven't come in two days after having relentless orgasms for basically three weeks in a row (at all hours of the day and night) isn't helping. And then, without warning, she's working her magic on you again, a guttural noise rising through your chest and passing into her mouth. It gets so much worse when her other hand joins the fray and begins gently massaging your balls, your back arching and hips thrusting against her grip.

Her legs pin your bucking hips to the bed, and she pulls her face away from yours for a moment to smile down at you with that look. And then she grips your shaft--hard--and starts pumping like there's no tomorrow. Your eager man-flesh slides through her wet gloved hand like putty through a roller, obeying her every wish and command and being driven steadily towards eruption. The hand on your balls begins to squeeze a little harder, and you can't help but groan as Alessa pushes you farther and farther. You can feel the warm lubricant from her glove sliding down your balls and into your crack, and you have to make a titanic effort not to squeal in pleasure.

Then you feel her lips against your neck, her tongue soon following, and tracing a path down your chest to the inevitable conclusion. Just the sight of her perfect face drifting down your torso, her hot mouth laying wet kisses all over you, is almost enough to make you burst. But these past weeks have taught your body endurance, so you manage to hold out. And then her pumps slow down, and you're on the verge of crying when you see her features shift lecherously, and you immediately understand. When Alessa's mouth closes over you, your shaft sinks in all the way, completely disappearing down her throat as her nose presses into your shaved pubes.

She draws back, then goes down again, and every time she does, the sheer heat is like dipping your dick into a frying pan. Her now-fully auburn hair (she dyed it all the way a while back) tickles your skin as she reaches up with her bare hand to push it out of the way while the gloved one continues working on your balls. You're trying your absolute hardest to hold back, clenching your groin muscles tightly and feeling yourself driven toward the edge regardless. Your upper body is tensing and jerking about at this point, breathing completely erratic and uncontrolled with how helplessly you're being toyed with. You feel your balls begin to boil and tense up as the pressure builds to even greater heights, your jaw trembling as you can feel yourself slowly being pushed to the edge.

You look down into Alessa's incredible viridian eyes as the heat in your loins rapidly begins to spread outward, and your mouth manages to form a single word.

"Please."

Slowly, and with a long, hard suck, she lifts her head off your manhood, bare hand rising to tightly grip your shaft by the base. The gloved one stops its ministrations as you feel yourself shoved into limbo once again, and your entire body tenses in a mixture of fear and excitement as you stare down at her with wide eyes.

Alessa smiles at you, widely and warmly, and says, "Come."

Your muscles unclench for the briefest of moments as Alessa's head descends over your shaft once more, its head hitting the back of her throat just in time for its muscles to swallow long and hard. Your first gasping breath hitches when you feel her gulp you down.

And explodes in an eardrum-shattering screech when her wet, gloved index finger penetrates your back door and strokes your prostate at the speed of light.

"Fuuuuuuaaaaaaaack!"

You're gone. You're dead. For the first half-second you're absolutely convinced of that, because nothing in this world is supposed to feel like that. That, of course, being a bed-quaking, body-thrashing, fucking screaming orgasm which has temporarily rendered you blind and utterly incapable of rational thought. You lose all concept of time in the seconds that this feeling lasts, your body spasming uncontrollably as your prostate and shaft continue to be stimulated beyond the bounds of reason, and what you think are a thousand mini-orgasms jolt through you one after the next as little by little, feeling returns to your body.

You're violently trembling at this point, distantly aware of the snap of a thick latex glove being taken off and discarded, and of the loosening of all four restraints on your limbs. You don't realize how much you're shaking until you feel Alessa's body slide in next to yours and press itself against you. Your arms instinctively go around her waist, and hers around your shoulders as she pulls your head into her chest, your cheek resting against her breasts as her fingers thread through your hair. And then she's whispering things to you, and you don't understand a word of it because you're now looking up at her with an expression that's borderline worship.

Finally, your mind regains enough coherence to once again understand speech.

"Jace," Alessa whispers.

"Yes?" you manage through the haze.

Alessa smiles at you with that adoring look again. "Would you like anything else?"

Her fingers in your hair are like gentle tides in a violent storm, and slowly but surely, your shaking subsides, and you manage to answer, voice barely above a whisper. "Kiss me. Just kiss me."

Her eyes light up in a way that makes that heat in your chest return, and her lips meet yours in a tender, almost loving embrace as your tongues swirl together in a gentle lock that lets you drift away from all care and thought.