A Man of Honor

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Shauna

You intrigue me

I need to crack your protective shell

I need to see

I need to find where your heart dwells

You keep hidden

Beneath a blanket of emotions so well

You are forbidden

You keep your heart cold I can tell

I want the key

To that hard door you keep locked

I want to free

All that you are all you have blocked

I want to love

I want to undress you and caress you

Let you see above

The hurt you seemed to have endured

I'll bind you

To me forever so you can see beauty

I'll take you

Over and over again until your body

Begs for more

Every crevice every curve I'll explore

Tear down that door

Bring you pleasure as I begin to adore

My woman forever more

A Man of Honor

Ethan Radcliff

Prelude

Darkness, it comes in many forms. Humanity is saturated with it. There are men and women who try to keep law and order among our species. These brave people believe in justice, fairness, and that all people should be able to live their lives free of darkness. That isn’t always the case.

Dominic Esposito is a Deputy U.S. Marshal and a former New York City police officer. He’s lived out most of his adult life trying to keep the peace. Until recently, he’d been very successful. After years of dealing with darkness, he began to ask himself a question. Could the darkness rub off? Could it embed itself inside a person? Could the darkness within be useful, be thought of as an outlet?

Lately his dreams, so dark and erotic, were haunting his daylight hours. At night, they woke him up, his cock hard from their sexual content. Until recently, he’d never acted on them. However, inside, the frustration was building

A flash of red hair and peach colored skin entered his mind. Her influence was showing him another world; a world where what he craved wasn’t wrong or evil. Dominic had to smile; Shauna Maloney was his saving grace, and she was helping him deal with his dark desires. He snapped a toothpick in his fingers, throwing his thoughts back to reality and to the present.

This damn assignment was almost over and soon he could spend a few days with his redhead. Again, he smirked, thinking about Shauna.

“Hey, gumba! I’m hungry. When the hell is the food getting here?”

Dominic snapped another toothpick and turned toward the big-mouthed mobster. “Sit down and shut up,” he said, the anger in his voice apparent. “I’ve had enough of your bullshit. It’s my job to protect garbage like you. Now sit and stop the fucking complaining.”

Charles Boccio, better known as Charlie the Henchman, sat there staring at the wall. “Good thing you’re a lawman, Esposito. You know if your life took a different turn, you’d be sitting in my seat.”

Dominic grabbed Charlie by the neck of his wrinkled blue shirt. “I’d never be in your shoes. Are you fucking kidding? I’m not a coward like you. I guess shooting a man in the back of the head makes you a man?   All of you are alike; fearless in a group and when you are alone, chicken shits, sneaking up on a man’s back to kill him. Two-bit gangsters like you make this world a cesspool to live in.” He released him and let him fall to the floor. Clutching at his neck where the collar had almost cut off his air, he caught his breath.

Charlie gazed up at Dominic, his voice hoarse from Dominic’s stranglehold. “And you’re so lily white. Like I said, you’re only a few steps from what I am, except you hide behind a shield.”

Dominic could feel his anger rising. He’d love to kill the bastard, put him out of his misery and save the taxpayers a ton of money. But that’s not why he became a law officer. There was a hint of truth to what the gang member said. Being brought up in a part of the city known as Hell’s Kitchen, the tide of events could have come down differently, except Dominic was a fast talker and a convincing one. He had talked himself out of many compromising situations as a teen. He was one of the lucky ones, one with some smarts who wanted to climb out of the muck and mire. He’d made it, countless others had too, and some wound up like Boccio with a mob hit on their head.

It was times like this that Dominic wished he had a cigarette, but he’d given up smoking years ago. The slow deep drag would settle him, but those days were gone. Now he had to count to ten to bring himself back down.

Babysitting the people who were offered the witness protection program was the most boring part of his job. But someone had to do it. Charlie had a few more days to go before he testified, and then he’d be on his way. Dominic checked the time on his phone. There were only a few minutes left.  Soon a relief team of six freshly showered agents would pour into the hotel room. His phone rang.

“Password,” Dominic said. He then looked to the agent sitting at one of the laptops. “You have the orders?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. I have the names and pictures of the next agents coming to relieve us. And thank fucking God for that. I can’t wait to get home.”

“You and me both, Sam,” Dominic added.

The knock on the door came. The cameras easily identified the new agents, the keycard was inserted, and the door opened. Dominic grabbed his briefcase and gave it to one of the new agents to check. His mind was already wandering off the job and on to home.

“He’s all yours, guys,” Dominic said, putting on his sports coat. He then turned to Boccio. “Here’s a word of advice: spill your guts, save your ass, and start over with a new identity. You’re being given a second chance. I recommend you take it.”

Dominic didn’t look back as he left the hotel suite he’d spent five nights in. He needed to get home and into his own bed with Shauna. Five days away from her was five days too many. The fiery little redhead had a way of making him feel new and refreshed.

As he headed for the elevator his thoughts went to the gangster they were all trying to protect. His department would give him a new identity, a job, and a place to live in bumfuck America. Few syndicated crime members were able to handle the change, and many wound up dead in their cars or floating down the East River with a bullet in their head. He shrugged his shoulders and walked with the other agents to the elevator. Time would tell with Boccio.

He grabbed his phone and dialed Shauna’s number. Her phone mail answered. ‘Hi, this is Shauna; you know what to do, so do it.’ And the beep sounded. “Hey, babe, I’m done. My five days of fucking torture is over. If you want, we’ll go out to dinner, but I’d rather stay in. I miss my redhead far too much.”

He hit the fresh air. The atmosphere the last few days stunk. It always did when he had to help scumbags like Boccio. He had a few days off and that was a luxury he was going to take advantage of. There would always be another low life or escapee, and he’d be on the job once more. Dominic grinned as he took in more fresh air. Yeah, he loved his job; he got to go after the bad guys.

Chapter One

He grabbed her by the neck and looked deep into her green eyes. “You’re trouble, Shauna. You have been since the moment I set eyes on you.”

“Am I? You love it. I suppose you’re going to turn me over your knee and spank me?” He could see the fire in her eyes, and he was aware that her statement was a challenge.

“Are you putting ideas in my head?” he said, running his hand down her slender throat to the top of her full breasts. “Stop trying to get involved in the case I’m working on. I told you this case is definitely off limits. You never listen.”

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe I could be of some help to you?”

“Do you want to help me?” His voice was low and sadistic. One of his hands cupped her breast. She gasped. His thumb rubbed her nipple through the flimsy bra she wore. “You know what I like,” he said, moving his body against hers. “You’re fine, Shauna, the best piece of ass I’ve ever had, but this relationship has boundaries. One of those is my job. Do you understand?”

“Fuck you, Esposito,” she whispered.

He was fast and strong as he slid her little red dress up her thighs. She was over his knees in record time. One hand held her down and the other tore at her panties. Before she could protest, his large, strong hand came down on the cheeks of her ass. Whack!

“Ouch! I was kidding, you bastard!” she screamed.

“I’m not,” he said as he grinned and felt the blood rush down to the base of his cock. “In fact, I’m rather enjoying this.” His hand came down hard again.

“Ouch!” she screamed again. “Stop, Dominic. Stop.”

“First, tell me you’re going to stay out of my business. You knew I was a U.S. Marshal when we met. I read you the riot act, yet you defy me at every turn.”

He ran his other hand over the red marks on her cheeks. She moaned. His fingers massaged her gently, and then found the crevice to her pussy. She moaned again.

“Oh, shit, Dominic, oh, shit,” she said as two of his fingers entered her. She raised her ass, and his fingers pushed into her deeper. He bent his head and kissed the red marks his hands had left. She spread her legs.

“You’re a hot little bitch, Shauna,” he whispered as he let his fingers fuck her. He searched inside her wetness until he found her clit. Oh, he’d hit pay dirt now. Her ass rose higher, and her legs opened wider. Her mews of pleasure excited him, and his cock grew stiffer. He went to pull his fingers out of her, but she pleaded.

“Oh, God, Dominic, not now, baby, not now.”

He continued his erotic assault on her clit and as her body rose one more time, she dug her nails into the side of one of his thighs. Her nails grabbed him, and his cock twinged in his trousers. His fingers were now drenched in the juices from her orgasm. He wanted more. He wanted her on his cock, riding him hard.

He gave her time to come off her erotic high, but his cock was aching for her sweet tight pussy. “Shauna, I need you riding me,” he said breathlessly, his deep voice oozing sex.

She stood and held onto her dress, keeping it above her hips, displaying her shaved pussy. His eyes took in the sight before him. His cock grew stiffer, and his balls tightened. She wore a small seductive smile. “I think I need to set that cock free, Daddy.” Her voice dripped with honey as her hands went to his belt. She had him free in seconds, admiring his width and length. “You fill me to the brim, baby,” she murmured as he helped her straddle him. “Oh, fuck, how I love the feel of you inside me,” she growled.

Dominic grabbed her around the waist, letting his girth spread her wide. He clenched his teeth, holding back any need to move. Her heat encompassed him, allowing his body to adjust to hers. He would swear that every time he fucked her, his temperature rose a few degrees, frying his sex-addled brain.

With Shauna, he thought about fucking her twenty-four seven. He loved the way his cock fit inside her, the way her full breasts bounced when she rode him, and how her cunt grabbed him when she came. More than the straight vanilla sex they had, he often found himself daydreaming about her decadent little games.

He had never ventured to act on his kinky sexual needs before he met her. But Shauna encouraged them and brought them out in him. He’d never forget her sexy little giggles the first time she saw him take his handcuffs off his service belt. Or how when he’d unloaded his gun and she took it from him and licked it. She was famous for her little shows too. Each time she began one of her funky little skits, the fucking was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. She was like a drug and highly addictive.

She began a smooth movement, taking his cock inside of her then rising off him, letting the tip barely settle inside her slit. She fucked him slow and easy, letting the excitement build again. Those tiny little shimmers of her orgasm would soon ripple down the base of his dick, pushing him over the edge and causing him to erupt. The release would be damn good. Everything with Shauna was so damn good.

One last push down on his cock, and her body gave way. “Oh, oh,” she said then let her body collapse on his. Her cunt grabbed at him, and her juices flowed. His dick exploded, emptying his heavy load deep inside of her. He lost touch with his surroundings for a few seconds. His orgasm was that intense. His arms went around her amazing body. His hands grabbed the back of her neck, and he brought her mouth down to his. Their tongues met. The kiss was deep. She gently ended the embrace.

“You never disappoint, Dominic,” she said.

“I try not to, baby.”

“I could stay like this all day, but I need to get to the shop. There’s a few new items coming in, and I’m anxious to see them,” she explained.

“The dress shop is doing fine, I gather.” He added.

“Yes,” she said as she held onto his shoulders and let his cock slip from inside of her. She let her dress fall, and it covered her bare hips. She used both her hands to push it down over her thighs.

“Every time I see you I lose a pair of underwear.” She giggled.

“That is the fault of being far too beautiful and sexy,” he said, standing up, pushing his cock back into his boxers, and zipping his trousers.

“Where are my shoes?” she inquired, searching around the room.

He bent and reached behind him, “You mean these things?” He held up a pair of pink five-inch stilettos.

“Yup.” She took them from him.

“I love the way they look on and how those hips sway when you walk. You make walking in these look easy.” He smirked, knowing how she complained sometimes about the higher heels.

“It’s amazing what we’ll do to make a man happy,” she purred, taking the shoes over to his bed.

Dominic watched her slip her feet into the pink shoes and fasten them. He caught his breath. He was forty-five years old, and the last few months with Shauna had given him a new lease on life. He was finally able to put to bed his relationship with his ex-wife.

****

He never wanted the divorce, but she wanted out of the marriage. Called him a control freak and a pervert. She had convinced him he had major problems and said he was a sex addict.

He had to laugh. From the first night of their marriage, sex wasn’t the cornerstone of their relationship. She had played a good game up until that time. After their wedding night and on their honeymoon, it would be five days before she let him near her again. He thought he’d hurt her. He had tried everything to make her feel comfortable and put her in the mood. Twenty years of the same old shit. She submitted and nothing more. He finally gave up asking.

Their marriage produced one son, a great kid, who left for college the year before. Once Jake went away to school, his wife became even more distant. His son was away at school for three months when she served him with divorce papers. He tried to change her mind, but it seemed she had planned it for a while. And she told him she’d met someone else.

“I hope he has erectile dysfunction,” he’d said in a rage. “Because he sure as hell will be jacking off by himself if he doesn’t.”

“Get out!” she had screamed at him. “I stayed because of Jake. Just get out, Dominic. You’re a hard, coarse man. I have no idea what I saw in you. The man I’m with now is different. Sensitive and caring, and he’s not married to his fucking job.”

“That job kept you happy, and you never needed to work. I hope the two of you will be very happy. I bet he’s a real pussy. Maybe I should have a little talk with him?” he bellowed.

“Get out. I hate you!” she screamed at him as he grabbed his coat, gun, and briefcase.

“I’ll be back for my things. And this house, it’s going on the market tomorrow. I want your ass out of here!” he yelled.

He had slammed the door behind him. He hurt inside. He had tried for years to love her, and at one time, he did. But she had managed to kill any emotion he had had for her. He had held on because of their child, who kept her busy and gave them some common ground. But his son was gone now, and he realized he was holding on to thin air.

Now he had Shauna, and he was going to explore all aspects of his and her needs, as kinky as they may be. He’d never experienced sex the way he did with her. Life’s doors seemed to open up around her. Some said she was too young, but that didn’t stop him. She was twenty-nine and the minute she hit thirty, people would immediately accept her. Fucking hypocrites.     

She got up from his bed and grabbed her purse. “I need to comb my hair and then get to work.” She removed her brush, and the click of her heels followed her into his bathroom. He smoothed back his hair and got a glimpse of himself in the bedroom mirror. He had more gray hair running through his dark, full head of hair. Shauna said she loved it. It was cool. He grinned … cool … it really meant he was getting old. 

“Well, baby, I’m on my way,” Shauna said, coming toward him from the bathroom. She pushed the brush into her bag.  With her heels on, she was almost as tall as his five feet eleven inches.  

“See you tonight. Dinner here, Shauna. We’ll order in.” He gave her a sexy little smile then kissed her lips. The kiss was soft and quick, knowing she had to be on her way.

“See you around seven,” she said as she swung around and grabbed her coat from the bedroom chair. She was out the door, leaving behind her sweet smell. He took a deep breath, taking in the jasmine spray mist, which melded so well with her body chemistry, creating her unique aroma.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand and walked into the living room. He’d gotten two phones calls, both from his partner Jeff Whitmore. Dominic swiped the number on the screen. The phone rang.

“We’re on the job again, bro,” his partner answered.

“We’re always on the job, Jeff. What’s it this time?”

“A piece of shit named Ty Forsberg escaped from federal prison. Man, they were way off with this guy.”

“You have the files on him?” Dominic asked.

“Yes, check your email. Everything is there,” Jeff, answered.

“Shit, I needed this time away. I’m pushing everything aside for a few hours. I’ll take a look at everything that’s been sent in a few hours. I’m taking a shower and getting some rest.”

“Tell me, Dom, do you only sleep on the job?”

“Fuck you, Jeff.” Dominic said, bursting into laughter. “Christ, it’s the only time I can rest my goddamn brain.”

“Otherwise, man, I don’t think you ever sleep,” Jeff said.

“You might be right. Sleep’s too close to death for me. I still have too much living to do and right now, my man, I have some serious living to catch up on.”

“Ah, the redhead. Lucky man.”

“Yes, I am a lucky man. Don’t think too hard about that redhead. It will tighten up your balls, Jeff.”

He heard the laughter and held the phone away from his ear.

“Ah, fuck, Dom, take the next few hours off. We start surveillance soon; they’re trailing the piece of shit.”

“That means you and me in a damn car. Christ, you better use some deodorant and make sure you take a goddamn shower too.”

He again heard Jeff’s laughter. They’d been partners for over ten years. He guessed it was as close to being married as two straight guys could get. At least he knew Jeff had his back, and he had Jeff’s. That was more than he could say about his ex-wife.

He shut off his phone and walked to the shower. He needed steam and heat, red-hot heat. Maybe then, he could sleep. He stepped into the shower and let the hot water burn his body. It felt good, so damn cleansing. It was early in the day still, so he had some time to sleep, if he could, and then peek at his email. He’d scan through it quickly. He wanted nothing to impede his time with Shauna.  He needed everything she was willing to give him tonight.

He grabbed a bath towel, dried himself off, and walked over to the bed. He fell into it and closed his eyes. He dozed off, surprising even himself.