Storywitch's "Book of Shadows"

Those of you who read the Baby Shower vignette may remember that Marguerite made this request of Violet: “Tyler has a birthday coming up. Once you’re more flexible physically, you have to help me figure out how to get him chained to a wall. I have a very special present for him.” So what better vignette to start with? (Evil grin)

If you haven’t read the Baby Shower vignette, you don’t need to read it first. But if you’d like to read it, just go to my yahoo fan group (link in side bar), and Terry keeps it in the files section. Or you can email me directly for it. For those of you who may not yet have read the Nature of Desire series, I’ve tried to include enough descriptive info that you can still enjoy the vignettes (and maybe tease you into giving them a shot – wink)

Okay, here we go… Enjoy, and happy Independence Day, for those of you in the States!

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“What do you need, baby?” Tyler squatted on his heels, wiping a sweaty arm across his forehead. Jesus, the Florida spring was stifling this year. “I’ve hand fed you, mercilessly destroyed your enemies, told you that you’re beautiful…a woman is allowed to be this difficult. Life’s too short for a rose to be this standoffish.” Stroking a finger over the leaves of the bush, he noted how tight and green the buds were. “You see this fuscia floozy next to you? She’s spreading her petals for the whole world to see. I know, maybe you don’t want to be a tramp like her, but that’s why you coming out now will be so classy and coy. You’ll be the Audrey Hepburn to her Jezebel.”

“This is just sad. Or biblical, I’m not sure which. You don’t often get to see a man on his knees, begging a bush to do anything.”

Tyler put his hands on his knees and straightened. Turning, he saw Violet standing a few feet behind him, fully rigged out in her trooper uniform. It always made his lips twitch, because she was barely five feet tall and, despite having had a baby in the last few months, still a pixie. But since she was also the second toughest Mistress he knew, and mean as a Georgia snake when riled, he managed to stifle the smile that would expose how cute he thought she looked.

“Who’s protecting Tampa if you’re here?”

“All the criminals decided not to commit any crimes today, in honor of your upcoming birthday. Wasn’t that nice of them? And you can wipe that “You look like Tinkerbell in uniform” smirk off your face. I have a Taser and a gun. As well as a baton I won’t hesitate to telescope up your ass.”

“You can’t prove I was thinking that and, despite your threat of police brutality, the justice system is still ‘innocent until proven guilty’.”

“Boy, are you behind the times. It’s innocent as long as you get a stupid jury and a high priced attorney. And you have enough to buy both.” Violet unsnapped her handcuffs and shook them out with a metallic click. “I’m here to take you in.”

Tyler blinked, gave a half laugh. “The last time I had a woman in uniform say that to me, she started stripping. It was at my bachelor party.” He picked up his Heineken, took a swallow and leaned his hips against the brick retaining wall, finding a small bare patch where his yellow climbing rose wasn’t spilling forth, bursting with blooms.

“I brought reinforcement, though I don’t really think I’m going to need him.” She nodded, and he saw Mac coming around the corner. The homicide detective was built like a brick house, his relaxed stride emanating easy power. The jeans and T-shirt he wore obviously came from the same store where the Tampa Buccaneers shopped for clothes, needing a special fit for broad shoulders and powerful thighs. But it was the anticipatory grin playing around his features as he met Tyler’s gaze that gave Tyler fair warning he was in serious trouble.

“This is about my birthday, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“Not a surprise party. Marguerite knows I hate surprise parties.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but it’s not our place to explain the charges against you. We just cuff ‘em and deliver ‘em.”

“I’ll go along quietly,” Tyler decided with a resigned sigh, though he was puzzled. Marguerite had infallible intuition with respect to his desires. While she might plan a get-together with their closest friends at the Tea Room to quietly celebrate his birthday, he doubted she’d go all out like this. “I don’t need the cuffs.”

“I don’t recall making that a choice.” Violet’s eyes sparkled. “Now are we going to have to take you to the ground, or are you going to turn around and put your hands on your head, fingers laced?”

Tyler glanced between the two of them. Mac had come to a halt, one hip cocked, fingers hooked in his armpits, the smile settling into a faint curve on his firm mouth. Damn if the bastard didn’t look ready and willing for a sparring match. At the very sweaty, testosterone-laden gym they both frequented, eschewing the co-ed bright lighted yuppy workout hangouts, they were pretty even, but they both knew if Violet jumped into it, it was game over. No way was Tyler going to wrestle her, he didn’t care how accomplished she was. He didn’t fight with girls. The last time he’d told her that, he’d earned a nice uppercut that had rocked him on his heels, but he’d taken the blow and held to his guns. A Southern gentleman did not raise a hand to a woman.

“I think this is why you like being in law enforcement. It’s the chance to restrain men and order them around.”

“Makes my nipples hard, baby. Now turn around, lace your fingers on your head, and let me see that fine, fine ass.”

Tyler choked on a laugh and his beer, but the gleam in Violet’s eyes still gave him a ripple of unease. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her. Until his marriage to Marguerite, he counted Violet his best friend. He’d helped her embrace her Dominant nature as a Mistress, and had enjoyed a front row seat when she met Mac Nighthorse and discovered the tough detective was the ultimate paradox. A strong alpha who needed a Mistress’s firm hand in the bedroom.

But precisely because of what she was, a smart man would think twice before being cuffed by her. Particularly when he had no idea what she was up to. However, given that Marguerite was behind this, he could do nothing more than give in. For the time being.

Because as strong a Mistress as Violet was, he was a stronger Master, and he knew it would take more than a set of cuffs to make him relinquish control.

Tags: Ice Queen, Mirror Of My Soul, Tyler Tied UP

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