The Closet Domme Ch. 12

Chapter XII – Her Private Angel, part 5 – More Boundaries Fall

Jacky's work soon became all-encompassing. The criminal case had taken over her world. She cancelled her next date with Dean and instead met with her new client in jail. What an experience that was!

The great thing was that this case engulfed Jacky in work, and her sex drive seemed to fade away. Dean had respected this on Saturday when she cancelled, but she could almost feel his sadness through his text messages. His emoji may have had something to do with it, but she felt connected to him now too.

The jail proved to be less enticing than she thought, and she realized that night that guards at the jail held no interest for her. There was something about the smell surrounding the place and the atmosphere that just made her think they were sort of gross. She supposed it was a good thing, but was surprised all the same. Her time spent with Danny was interesting to say the least. He took at least an hour of banter before he finally let a piece of his shell break free. When Jacky did not react to him talking about his wife and how horribly she had left him, his floodgates opened. The two spent another hour discussing the varied negative experiences that had brought him to where he now was.

Jacky was enthralled by this young man. She wanted to help him, almost like a mother helping a lost child. How had this poor boy with such a bad history been forced into the situation he was now in. She could blame those that had led him down the path, but really it was just a profound sense in her of pity that made her feel connected to him. Danny was unlike any client she had ever had before; Danny needed her to fight for his life. He needed her to pull him back from the edge of his despair and agony. A piece of her was ignited that day in the interview room with him that she had never felt before, and Jacky loved it.

Instead of the feeling of empathy for Danny shocking her, it only spurred her on. She was buried deep in her books and research with his discovery splayed out all over her desk when Dean popped by next. He had chosen Wednesday, unfortunately, which was the day before Danny's next hearing.

"Hey stranger, you're working late." His voice startled her. She looked up from her seated position on the floor with files all around her to see Dean looking at her with his smoldering hazel eyes and sexy smile.

"Hey Dean, what time is it anyway?" Her use of his name was not even intentional then, but instead a reflection of her state of mind. She had no sexual energy in her being at all in that moment. Instead, she was completely the attorney pouring over her notes finalizing what she might say tomorrow morning during her discussions.

"It's 8:30, and you and I are the only ones still in here." His words tried to pry her from her work and show her his interest.

"Oh, well I'm almost ready for tomorrow. I just need this final piece." She fumbled through her notes. Standing up, she started to gather up her paperwork and close her books on her desk. That was it she thought, I'm ready.

"I miss you Lady J." Dean's words were deep in their tone and his use of her name full of lust and need. He did the unthinkable then. He was standing behind her and he ran his fingers along her arm. The electricity from his touch moved through her, and images of their encounters flooded through her mind. Her breath caught in her throat, and her entire body screamed out to surrender and fuck him right there. She opened her eyes that had somehow closed on their own, and she looked down to see Danny's file on her desk in front of her.

Without saying a word, she threw Dean's hand off of her arm and spun around. She was inches from him now facing front to front. In her bare feet, Jacky was several inches shorter than Dean, but the look in her eyes showed no sense of feeling intimidated. She stood there only a second looking at him and his eyes flashed with a sense of what he had done. He had touched her, uninvited. He had called out to her as a Domme asking to be dominated and then he had touched her.

"Get out Dean!" Her words held no care and affection, the connection between them was not in the room now. He had violated her rules and he had pushed too far.

"Please, Lady J, I need you. I miss you, and I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." He started to stammer. My god he was sexy when he stammered. Jacky adored having that effect on Dean, and it was all she could do not to take him right there.

"Angel never touch without permission, and not now...leave." Her words softened slightly. She saw the relief on Dean's face immediately. She also saw his need though, and it caused her pussy to moisten. She would not give in today though, she simply couldn't.

Dean turned and walked out of her office, he did not say a word. Jacky realized as he was leaving that despite how much she enjoyed being with him, she was not worried about him leaving. She had never really felt like that about a man before. She either had no connection to them, or she knew she would be devastated if they left. Dean, she cared for in a different way, but her different feeling was more because of her hold on him that she could feel. She knew he was coming back.

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The next morning in court had Jacky nervous for the first time in a long time. She walked in to the Courtroom from the week before and the only person she saw was her client. He sat in the box and the look he gave her actually showed hope. It was amazing. She made her way across the room towards him intending to speak with him before the Judge started calling counsel into the back rooms for discussions.

"Counsel, how good to see you." A deep voice startled her from out of nowhere. She turned to see him...the mysterious deputy from her trial. Fuck! Her brain screamed. Not now, not here, she was trying to focus. She had not even noticed him as she walked right past the small desk. Oh my god though, she noticed him now. His brown eyes locked on hers and a million things popped into her head.

"Good to see you too Deputy. I...is it okay to talk with my client?" She stammered out feeling her body temperature rise as she followed the line of his chin down his neck with her eyes. She suddenly realized that her tongue had reached her bottom lip and immediately pulled it back into her mouth. Her moisture surprised her then. She could not believe how inappropriate this was. She was completely disarmed. Sex had not been anywhere on her mind, and then somehow his voice shattered all of that. She scrambled to remember their last conversation. Oh my god, she had asked him about feeling her mouth...Jesus this was crazy.

"No problem, go ahead." His words were innocent, but his smile held knowledge. She wondered if he knew she was wet right now. What was he thinking? More importantly, why the hell was he here. His Judge was a civil judge, not criminal. Then it hit her, the change in assignments. Oh fuck, he was assigned here now.

Jacky walked over and said hello to her client, and reassured him that she was ready. Then, she made her way over to Tala, the clerk and checked in. She was number 10 on the list for discussions. Now what she thought? She looked around the room and she saw it the deceptively empty chair next to the deputy's desk and he smiled at her as if inviting her to sit there. So, she made her way over. The other attorneys were milling about in the courtroom making small talk, and she figured what the hell she had a few minutes to kill.

Jacky sat down politely in her light grey suit with and crossed her legs in a professional gesture. She felt it then a connection between her and this mysterious deputy.

"So, you guys are here now huh?" Her question was an ice-breaker letting him know she was open to talking.

"We are, and so are you I see." He had a coyness in his voice.

"I am, and let's hope you aren't too happy to see me in that uniform." She smiled and looked him directly in the eye before glancing away.

"Why?" He was being playful.

"Because if you get nice and hard in here, then everyone will know that you are thinking about what I'm wearing under this skirt." Her words were level and oozed sex towards him. She let them hang in the air, allowing him to feel the effect.

"Man, you have a way with words. I'm definitely still in recovery though." His words shut her down, but at the same time his tone helped reveal his real intentions. He did want her, she knew.

"I'm wearing tiny white lace panties and a matching bra if you're wondering. And you can picture those while you enjoy your recovery tonight deputy." She spoke without even looking at him and felt his silence even as she imagined the dirty things playing in his mind. She was taking his control away here in this crowded room, and she did not care who heard her. She didn't smile, not wanting to give away anything to him.

"You can call me Juan, and you are very bad for my recovery Ms. Fredrick." He smiled, but could not hide his blush. His dark skin seemed thin as she looked at his neck seeing the blood pulse in his vein- almost seeing it speed up as she watched.

"My friends call me Jacky, but my toys call me Lady J. Pick your poison Juan." Her lips held onto his name as it came out. She saw his eyes linger on them and his own lips part just a little. Fuck he was hot. He was dark in his complexion and his slicked back hair almost begged to be grabbed. She wondered how he would look buried in her pussy. How that hair would look with her fingers laced in it. Her moisture grew as she sat there trying to examine him. The heat grew for a moment as they both sat in silence.

"I'd love to, but I can't Jacky. You are very tempting though." His breath was harsh as he spoke clearly excited.

"I know you can't, and I'm not tempting. I'm downright wet."

"Ms. Frederick, you're up." Tala's words broke the moment and Jacky sprung up immediately grabbing her bag.

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Jacky walked out of the back chambers area a few minutes later with a smile on her face. What she had just done in there was exhilarating and incredible. She had ruled that room, and the District Attorney prosecuting the case had started to bend to her will almost immediately. He was an older man, and not much of looker. When she walked in, she saw his quick glance at her entire body and knew the room would be hers.

The offers there had started at 11 years in state prison, but when she left that room they were talking about 4-6 years. It felt incredible. Jacky had, of course, continued the case to think about it and talk with her client. The real motivation though was to come back and drive the numbers even lower.

When she walked into the courtroom she smiled at Deputy Juan and walked immediately to his desk. She said nothing though, and instead just dropped her back in the chair and went to talk with her client. Danny beamed at her news. It was the first smile she had seen from him since they met. She promised she would see him in the weeks to come and went back over to her bag.

"Good news Jacky?" The Deputy caught her off guard using her name like he did. She looked up and caught his gaze squarely.

"You need to call me Ms. Fredrick here. And, Deputy, I hope she is as tight and wet as I am right now when you get home." Her words were again thick. The triumph from the negotiations had made her more excited and emboldened. She was horny right now, and if this deputy had said the word they would be fucking in some back closet in minutes. Her need startled her, and when she looked up at him she almost felt his surprise. Jacky could not believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. Holy shit, who was she right now?

"Holy shit Ms. Fredrick; you have a way with words. I'm glad I'm sitting behind this desk right now." The Deputy smiled and almost sighed as he spoke. Jacky smiled back.

"Bye for now, see you in a month." She grabbed her bag and walked out.

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Once outside the courtroom, Jacky moved quickly making her way to the parking garage, ready to leave and go back to her office. She took her phone out as she walked and once in the elevator, she saw Dean's text.

"Tonight?" His word was a humble request, but it threw her over the edge.

"Now! Your car. My office garage top floor. Now!" She needed him, and she would get him. Jacky was famished. It had been a week since they stayed together and her encounter with the deputy coupled with her negotiating had made her panties soaking wet.

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When Jacky reached the parking garage she parked her car quickly and grabbed her bag. She was nearly running to the elevator when she caught herself. She had to slow down and get into her space again. She was his Domme and this need for Dean would not do. She had to rein it in. When the elevator reached the top, she stepped off with a calm face on. She walked slowly around the corner and saw Dean's charger there and he was standing next to it waiting patiently.

Jacky did not rush to him, but walked slowly up to the car. Dean reached out to take her bag, and he put it through the open driver's window onto the seat. He waited then, not making his mistake from the day before again. Jacky took a half step towards Dean and the space between them closed just enough to flush heat through her entire body. God, his smell was intense, and it let her know he was sweating already. He was just as excited as she was to be there. It felt like the powder keg from the other day between them waiting for the slightest spark to ignite.

"Lay down on your back seat angel." Her words were serious and harsh. She felt like an animal. Jacky could smell this man and she wanted to fuck him now.

Dean complied, sliding a little against the car so that he could open the rear driver's side door. His eyes stayed on hers as he moved and she shifted with him. She moved her mouth so it was inches from his neck, but did not touch him yet. Dean's breathing increased as she hovered there, and he did not move. He was waiting for her to touch him, his body pleading for it.

Jacky moved back a step breaking the connection and allowing Dean to get into the car. He lay across his back seat then flat, he had on blue jeans with brown boots and a button down grey shirt. His jacket was tossed over his front seat already. He lay there watching her waiting.

She stood looking at him as if he were prey for a moment, and then she moved slowly. She sat in his car forcing him to bend his knees up, and pulled the door shut next to her. His eyes watched her every move. She slowly removed her jacket, prolonging his torment. Jacky slid down in the seat just enough to allow her to remove her panties – white lace just like she told Deputy Juan. Dean's eyes lit up watching her do it.

Jacky moved so that she was straddling him. She admired how the leather on his bench seat felt on her knees. It was nice back here she thought. She leaned forward hovering in Dean's face. His shirt had slid up just a little exposing a fraction of skin on his abdomen. Jacky felt his skin graze her clit. She was on fire, and she seized the opportunity to plant her wet pussy directly on him.

"Oh, yes." Dean's words were a reaction more than they were intentional. Jacky grabbed Dean's right hand and pulled it above his head, then followed with his left. Dean's eyes were burning with lust for her as she tied her white lace panties around his wrists.

"Do not rip my panties. Understand?" Dean nodded his assent breathing heavily. Jacky slid back then so that she was astride his thighs. He was already rock hard beneath his jeans waiting for her. Her fingers moved quickly and roughly. She undid Dean's belt and in a flash had his pants completely open before her.

She leaned forward and licked her own wetness and heard a familiar groan from Dean's mouth. His hands flew down towards her, but he stopped short of touching her. He lifted himself up panting in his desperation to touch her.

"Hands up angel." Her single finger motion made Dean fling his hands back above his head. It was as if she had used magic to force him.

Jacky shifted Dean's jeans down and then lifted his underwear up and over his throbbing cock. He was magnificent. She worked his boxers down just enough to give her a clear path and then moved up to kiss him on the mouth. Dean did not force this kiss, but accepted whatever her lips were willing to give him.

She stopped kissing him but left her lips just an inch from his mouth so they could breathe together with their eyes locked. Sliding backwards, she used her body to guide his head into her dripping hole. Once he was just inside, Jacky could take it no more. She slammed herself back onto him burying his entire cock in her.

They groaned together with their eyes locked. Her movements were not soft and gentle as she continued to slam into Dean. Their grunts matched each other with each blissful filling. His cock seemed to be the only sensation in the world as it rushed into her body each time. She felt his head slide past her g-spot quickly with each thrust and then felt her clit slam down onto his body. He felt amazing.

"LADY J, I'M GOING TO CUM IF YOU DON'T SLOW DOWN, I'M SORRY, I..." Dean's yell was muffled as Jacky slammed her hand onto his mouth.

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE ANGEL; JUST DON'T YOU DARE GO SOFT." Her words would have scared the shit out of her only months before this, but now she meant every last one.

Jacky held her hand over Dean's mouth as she stared into his eyes. He looked like a scared animal for a second - one caught by a hungry lion. The look faded as she slammed into him once again and was replaced by a wrinkling at the sides of his eyes and a lifting of his chin.

It only took a few more thrusts before Dean was screaming curses into her palm. Jacky felt his hot cum spray in her body and it sent her screaming over her own edge. Her orgasm was violent this time. Every muscle in her body coiled tightly up and released at the same moment. She slammed her fist into the door panel as a flash of pleasure rippled through her entire pussy.

"OH FUCK YES!" Her words were almost a scream of relief at finally quenching her need. She stayed there feeling her teeth clenched and her jaw shake in the pleasure.

When the world started to fade back in around her, she looked down at Dean. Her breathing was ragged as if she had just run a marathon and Dean's was much the same. She reached and untied her panties from his wrists, freeing him.

Dean lowered his hands, but did not touch her. No words came between them for what seemed like forever and their bodies stayed locked together.

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After the two had situated themselves, they both stood outside the car again. Jacky felt weak in her legs and her pussy was numb. She was surprised that just one orgasm had thrown her this far from her equilibrium.

"Can I kiss you Lady J?" Dean's request was sweet and pleading.

"Yes angel, and you can touch me." Dean grabbed her instantly when her sentence was out. Before she knew it he had her pinned against the car kissing her entire body with his own. His tongue moved and searched for any part of her mouth that he could find. He was feverish. When he pulled back, they were both breathless again.

"That was incredible...my god, when does it stop getting better?" Dean's question came out as almost rhetorical. He seemed bewildered looking at her there.

"I have to go back to work angel, but good boy for coming when I needed you."

"Anytime you need me I'll come running my lady." Dean's smile was that of the Casanova that he must have been with his other girls. It did not work on her though, this time it was her relationship to govern, not his. He had no idea what his words meant to her as she walked away. The smile on her lips was one of knowing that not only could she do with him as she wanted, but she could beckon him whenever she needed him.