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something you are happy to do?”
    “ Yes.  Anything else?”
    Michael pulled her close, pressing her body against his as he rested his lips against the shell of her ear.  “I want to you masturbate every time you think of me until we meet again, but, after tonight, you are not allowed to let yourself come.  Are we clear?”
    “ I don't know if I'll be able to help myself.”
    “ Try not to, but don't lie to me about it. If you lie, I'll know ... and then I'll have to punish you.”
    “ I don't like the sound of that. I'm not into pain.”
    Michael smiled.  “Neither am I, or at least nothing too intense.  But the punishment I am referring to is more about deprivation than it is pain.  Being driven to the point of orgasm again and again, but not being allowed to come, is a far greater punishment than anything else I can think of.”
    Michael put on his helmet, making him seem even more huge and powerful than he already was.  Lifting her chin with the tip of a finger, he tilted her face up towards his.  A soft kiss brushed across her trembling lips, so gentle that she barely felt it. Then he left the room without a backward glance.
    Liv sagged to the bed, her body suddenly going limp as it was released from the thrall of Michael's magnetic personality.  She wriggled out of her underwear and flung it across the room, still a bit annoyed that Michael hadn't been here to take it off for her. For the first time in her life though, she was sure he would have wanted to do it. That and more.
    The thought of the hungry want in his eyes sent her hands drifting upwards to her breasts. She cupped them in her palms, imagining the look Michael would have on his face if he was here to watch her. Her fingers parted to allow her nipples to poke through the gaps between her knuckles. Liv squeezed, enjoying the delicious friction she'd created. It felt so good, she almost forgot that Michael wanted her to do more than just play with her breasts.  She opened her eyes and looked over towards the chair in the corner of her darkened bedroom.  The brown wool throw tossed across the back of it looked almost black in the half light , and Liv was just short-sighted enough to imagine she could see Michael in his uniform, sitting in the chair.
    A spike of lust ripped through her body, and her fingers plunged between her thighs, hard and fast, as she said his name out loud.  Her clit swelled and throbbed in response to a touch that was harder than she usually liked it but just what she needed right at that very moment. A tremble raced up her thighs and down her torso, meeting somewhere deep inside her groin, joining with the sensations created by her fingers and sending her pelvis jerking upwards in a series of frantic, desperate thrusts.  Liv strained to keep her eyes on the chair as wave after wave of white hot pleasure almost tore her apart.  Her breath came in hard, painful gasps while she trembled, moaned and then wept until the last spasms of the hardest orgasm she'd ever had ebbed away.
    “Beat that , PC Williams,” Liv muttered, her voice so weak she felt more than heard herself utter the challenge.
    She turned onto her side, aware that she hadn't taken the throw pillows off the bed or bothered to remove her makeup, but she was too tired to care. 
     

Chapter Two
     
    “Get your hands off me. I've done nothin' wrong.”
    Michael hauled the youth to his feet and pushed him against a wall, holding him there with his body weight while he coughed away the urge to throw up. It had been many years since he'd had to chase someone so hard and so far. He might never have caught the lad if he hadn't stumbled off a curb and lost enough momentum for Michael to bring him down with a hard rugby tackle. 
    The young man he'd been chasing wasn't faring much better and was having trouble keeping up an endless stream of obscenities and complaints while struggling to catch his breath.
    “Let me go, you stupid twat. I told you, you got the