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Emmit's patience with her noncompliance was over. He cleared his throat and raised the gavel. This set Patricia in motion, and she hurriedly, awkwardly, lowered herself to her knees, her hands still locked behind her. She wanted desperately to know what he would demand next.

Patricia felt the hard marble floor press against her knees. The cool air tingled on her almost naked body and her breasts felt full and tight, aching. Inside she burned with desire and tried not to squirm.

She waited quietly for his next command.

WRITHING ~ TO TWITCH, SHUDDER, WRIGGLE, SQUIRM

As Emmit reclined in his imposing judge's chair—his seat of power—he tried to look at ease. He affected an air of casual perusal, his hand idly playing with the wooden gavel. His dark brown eyes flicked over the almost naked woman on her knees below him, but he held his countenance imperiously impassive, bored.

Inside, however, Emmit burned with fiery, painful lust. He found it nearly impossible to keep from jumping to his feet to rush down to her, this woman who just a short while ago meant nothing to him—just one more uptight, hard-nosed lawyer among the many that performed in his court. Emmit could hardly believe that this was the same person with a reputation as an authoritative bitch—the one everybody had called Pat-ocrat.

He understood now that the real Patricia had been there all along, had been waiting to emerge, hiding scared underneath her icy exterior. It was conceited, he realized, but Emmit liked thinking the true Patricia was his discovery, his secret revelation. He felt a growing connection between them, and the more he got to know this woman, the more he wanted her—all of her. It was a writhing ache that grew one hundred times worse the more he watched her kneel before him in naked submission.

She looked magnificent, utterly luscious and feminine, her small, pert breasts thrust upward by the pull of the cuffs on her arms. Patricia's chest heaved as she sucked in air nervously, drawing his eyes repeatedly to her breasts. Emmit itched to remove her bra and touch those gorgeous tits, play with them, tweak them firmly, before lowering his head to suck one into his wet, hungering mouth. Her hair cascaded around her bare shoulders, giving her a girlish, natural air, the sexy lingerie a touch of the siren. She was a fantasy come to life, and his total control of her heightened his desire.

Emmit had always liked wielding power—he was a judge after all—but before now he had never realized how truly dominant he was sexually. Ordering her around was the most stimulating, thrilling thing he had ever done. To watch Patricia wait patiently for whatever he planned to do to her next was…unnerving…exciting…beyond arousing.

It was truly the hottest fucking moment in his entire life.

Emmit glanced back to her face and saw that Patricia was staring at him pleadingly, clearly wondering how long he would keep her waiting and what else he would demand of her. He locked eyes with her and allowed a slow, sly grin to spread across his face—wanting her to know just how much he admired the view—and was rewarded by her loud gasp. With obvious licentious intent, he lowered his eyes to the vee where her thighs met and stared intensely as if he could see straight through her silken panties to her wet pussy. Patricia whimpered then and squirmed, and his cock jerked urgently.

He took several deep breaths to calm down. Shaking his head ruefully, Emmit realized that he had complete control of her but not over his own body. He had to get mastery over himself or he would lose it the minute they started what he planned—and that definitely wasn't acceptable. He chuckled slightly at the irony, the sound harsh in the quiet space.

To buy time to master his arousal, Emmit left her there several moments longer before he again locked eyes with her pleading ones. When he looked to her, he was struck by a sharp—shocking—mental joining with Patricia. The outside world ceased to exist. In that moment, there in his court with the woman he was falling for, the power and prestige of his judgeship meant almost nothing to him. The only thing that mattered was the authority he had over this special woman and her willing trust in him, which bound them together in mutual need.

It was time.

“Is the prisoner ready to perform her community service?”

Patricia quivered visibly. “Yes, I am…sir.”

His dick jerked again in response to her subservience. Was that an accident, he wondered? Did Patricia even realize she had sounded like a sex slave?

Cloaked in his powerful judicial aura, Emmit rose slowly. He descended the stairs and approached her with methodical, aggressive steps, stopping just in front of her. Then he pulled his black robes aside to reveal the bulge in his pants. She watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, rock-hard shaft. Patricia gasped to see his huge, raging erection just inches from her face. He watched as her eyes traveled up his body to stare up at him, looking every inch the submissive fantasy of his wildest dreams.

He wanted more.

With a speaking glance downward, he asked the question—
Will
you
take
me
in
your
mouth?
—and again Patricia gasped. Emmit wondered then if he might have pushed her too far. He was wildly aroused by their game, but perhaps this was just too much.

Then she smiled up at him and obediently opened her mouth. Now it was Emmit who inhaled sharply, the sight of this formidable attorney subserviently on her knees for him so erotic that he had to fight to not come right then.

He stepped forward and guided her warm, wet mouth onto his aching dick. Then Emmit just stopped breathing as he watched her luscious ruby-red lips slowly slide around the head of his penis while her eyes impishly laughed up at him. His knees almost buckled when he felt her delicate tongue lick the underside of his shaft. Without conscious thought, he reached out and grasped her head in his hands, the pleasure so intense that he needed to hold her there, to lock her to him to ensure it didn't stop.

But apparently Patricia had no intention of stopping as she started to pulse on him, to suck backward and push forward while caressing him with her tongue. Then she surged forward and he watched his dick slide all the way in until her nose was buried in his hair and his shaft was fully enveloped in her hot, slick comfort. She gagged slightly, and Emmit abruptly released his hands, unsure whether it was he or Patricia who had forced her all the way down on him. The raging need to pump wildly in her mouth was like a living beast inside him, and he fought for control.

“Thank you,” he grunted.

She looked at him questioningly as her eyes strained upward and his dick filled her mouth. Again, she pushed it all the way in until his rod pressed against the back of her throat. He sighed in pleasure, relieved that it was Patricia who was driving herself so deeply onto him.

“No one has ever done
anything
like this for me before,” he clarified quietly.

Patricia smiled briefly around his shaft and began to suck in earnest. She resumed her pulsing movements, her head bobbing on him rapidly, and he reached out to hold her, to carefully grip her head again, wanting to increase the connection with her. His eyes slid shut as he absorbed the overwhelmingly pleasurable friction of her mouth. It felt so good—just a little more and he'd come.

Yes, yes
, he thought.
Just…a…little…more!

Suddenly Emmit stopped her movements and pulled out quickly, not wanting to blow in her mouth. Patricia reached out with her mouth, trying to recapture him, and started to tumble forward. Emmit caught Patricia's shoulders to steady her and then easily lifted her to her feet. Without a word, he swept Patricia up into his arms and started walking back to the judge's bench. The two of them stared at each other, completely lost in the moment, in their own private world.

* * *

Patricia was stunned by what had just happened. It seemed like a dream—had she really
serviced
a circuit court judge on her knees while almost naked?—but as her new lover carried her back up the steps to his desk, she realized that she had enjoyed every minute of it. She sighed and let her head fall against his chest as her eyes drifted shut. She luxuriated in the feel of his strong arms around her.

It felt so wicked to have her bare skin nestled against the fabric of his black robe. Wriggling slightly to increase the friction, she was a mix of sensations—she felt coveted by this powerful man and safe in his arms even while her knees ached from her long demonstration of subservience. However, the biggest ache was between her thighs, a lascivious yearning that she was helpless to resist.

Emmit smiled broadly down at her as he placed her on the wooden desk. “You've proven your willingness to repent most
enthusiastically
,” he teased, only half playing the game. “Now I think it's time to thoroughly, methodically depose you.”

She smiled naughtily back. “Is that all? Just talk and no action?”

“Silence!”

Patricia's mouth shut with a snap. Her eyes flashed heatedly, but she kept quiet. While she had liked the spanking, she didn't want another. She also felt helpless in a way she hadn't earlier. It had been a fun game, but now Patricia wanted to let her hands roam around his body, wanted to undress him. She opened her mouth to protest.

“No objections!” he barked.

She trembled in desire at his harsh decree, her pelvis clenching tightly. She may have had dreams and fantasies like this, but she was still surprised at how much she responded to his masterful treatment. Was this really who she was inside, Patricia wondered, even as she compliantly allowed him to manipulate her body, switching easily back into a meek submissive. The answer it seemed was yes, because in that moment she wanted nothing more than to be his personal plaything.

Emmit dragged Patricia gently off the desk until she was standing and then reached down to fondle her pussy through her damp silk panties. She moaned and pushed into his hand, and his other hand pulled her to him. He lowered his face to her mouth and kissed her deeply, his tongue slipping between her lips to caress her inside. She moaned louder and melted into him.

Pulling away slightly, he murmured, “That's what I'm going to do to you next…there.” His eyes flicked downward. Then he harshly yanked down her underwear while pushing her backward onto the desk. As he lowered himself to his chair, staring the whole time at her clenching pussy, he ordered, “Spread your legs.”

Instantly Patricia opened her thighs as widely as she could. She leaned back on her cuffed hands and tilted her pelvis up for his perusal. Emmit grasped her shins and forced her legs up and even farther apart as he lowered his face between her thighs. He glanced up once to make sure her eyes were upon him, and then his tongue slid from his mouth to taste her, the barest tantalizing brush across her labia. Patricia moaned and squirmed, needing more.

As she watched, Emmit raised one hand and yanked her bra down, her breasts popping out. He smiled at the sight, and then he went to work on her—one hand playing roughly with her tits, the other stroking her bare skin everywhere else, and his mouth and tongue torturing her mercilessly, darting into her pussy before sliding away to lap leisurely along her thighs.

Patricia whimpered, needing more.

“I warned you that I would methodically
depose
you,” he murmured. She knew then Emmit planned to examine her thoroughly…one slow lick at a time. He started again, meticulously teasing all around her pussy but not where she wanted it most.

He controlled her completely—if she tried to wiggle or push into him, he drew back his mouth with a slight tsking sound. If she begged, he only grinned. Patricia felt helplessly dependent, a new but somehow erotic sensation. His tongue caressed her clit just a little too softly, and a frustrated moan escaped her lips. It wasn't enough—she was desperate to grind into him and it took all her control to remain acquiescently quiet. She was just this side of climaxing, but Emmit was the master of her pleasure and he wouldn't be rushed. Shuddering uncontrollably, she gave in to the urge and her pelvis once again strained toward him.

“Hold still, my dear,” he murmured against her wet sex, and he drew back to start again on her thigh.

No, please! I need you back on my clit
, she silently pleaded.

Patricia whimpered, a needy, plaintive sound. She was on fire, a burning itch everywhere as every nerve in her body strained toward an orgasm just out of reach. It was impossible now not to move. Her body shuddered and twitched, her head moving side to side in silent supplication.

Please!

“Emmit…
please
!
”

Was that out loud? Patricia wasn't even sure, so mindlessly was she on the edge.

Emmit lightly chuckled. “You are so amazing. So beautiful…and so Pat-
licious
!”

He smirked up at her. Then he leaned down and licked her pussy rapidly, ferociously, before nipping it sharply between his teeth. The zinging, burning lust exploded in a blazing climax, and she cried out loudly. The electricity continued to run through her body in shuddering waves until she was adrift in delighted bliss. It was everything, every paradise Patricia had wished for in her feverish dreams.

She sighed happily, but Emmit wasn't done with her. He quickly pulled Patricia to standing and flipped her around to bend her down over his desk. She landed on the hard surface with an
oomph
and then felt his hand press down on her back to keep her there. Patricia knew it was his time now, and she lay there dutifully waiting as the cool wood pressed back, flattening her breasts as she panted and sucked in air. The strain on her still-cuffed arms was beginning to hurt, but her body's urgent demand for more sex stopped her from asking to have them removed. It was her turn to chuckle, still so astonished with herself for enjoying the profoundly foreign subservient role.

“Liked it, did you?” he asked before bending down to place a brief kiss on her lower back.

“Yes, very much…
sirrr
.” She drew the word out.

Emmit urgently slipped on a condom without taking his clothes off or even his judge's robe. He grasped her hips to pull her ass up and outward, displaying her pussy. Her back arched and her belly pressed into the desktop. She heard Emmit groan deeply as he slid into her warm, waiting pussy. Patricia cried out as she finally felt him fill her. Everything before had been wonderful, but it all led to this instant when they locked their bodies together.