A/N: Thank you so much for all the wonderful reviews for chapter one. Here we go with chapter two. Just a quick reminder...this contains scenes of a sexual nature, mild kink and inappropriate use of metropolitan police handcuffs. Don't read if it's not your thing or you're under-age.

Chapter 2

Gene raked his gaze slowly over Alex's body, from her bare feet all the way up until his eyes met hers. She whimpered at the intensity of the look in his eyes, her body betraying her. She should not want this; she should still be angry with him, but she couldn't deny the feelings he was evoking in her. She shivered as he spoke, his breath once again tickling her cheek,

"See the thing is Lady Bolls, watchin' yer waggle that delectable arse o' yours around CID over the last few months has been drivin' me insane. I can't tell yer 'ow often I've wanted ter bend yer over me desk and ravage you. 'Ow often I've dreamt about buryin' myself deep inside you. Been walkin' around wi' blue balls fer weeks. Didn't think I could 'ave yer, so I kept yer at arm's length. But seein' yer like this, I can't ignore it anymore. I want you." His little speech got Alex's attention,

"That's what all this has been about? You've been a bastard to me because you like me?"

"Never said it made sense."

"That's it? You think you can just cuff me, say all those things and...what? I'll just bend to your will." She tried to appear forceful, but she was feeling anything but as Gene towered over her. Much to her chagrin, his extreme proximity was making her a bit light-headed and her breathing was becoming annoyingly irregular. She fervently hoped he didn't notice. To try and distract him she continued, "Well I'm sorry to disappoint you Guv, but I will not b-" Gene cut her off with a searing kiss. He wouldn't have normally been so bold but his sex-addled brain wasn't working properly; all he could see was his Bolly, cuffed and at his mercy. Besides, he'd seen her reaction when he was telling her what he wanted to do to her. This fight back now; it was just a ruse. She wanted this. It took a couple of seconds and a swipe of his tongue over her lips to get her to submit to the kiss, but when she did, it was wonderful. Passion raged within them both as their tongues duelled for dominance. Gene pulled away and tugged at the belt tying her robe together. It came loose and fell open, exposing her body to him.

"Yer know Bolls, Yer've been a very naughty girl," he told her gruffly. Her breath caught in her throat but she managed to murmur softly,

"I h-have?"

"Yes, yer 'ave. The number o' insults you've thrown my way over the past couple o' months is disgraceful."

"You deserved them. Every last one," she countered. He put a finger up to her lips to silence her,

"Not to mention settin' a bad example to the rest of the team and walkin' out in the middle of the day!"

"Oh, because you'd never dream of doing anything like that?" she asked sarcastically, shooting him an insolent look.

"Hmph! Unrepentant as usual."

"What are you going to do about it, Guv?" she challenged. She knew she was riling him and she knew she probably shouldn't. But Alex Drake had never been one for doing what she should. Her teasing had the desired effect and his next words sent a shiver down her spine.

"I will not tolerate insubordination in my team. Time ter teach you who's boss DI Drake!" The threatening look he gave her made gooseflesh ripple deliciously over her skin. Before she had a chance to utter another word he lifted his hand to tweak one of her nipples to emphasise his point. "Yer'll do exactly as I tell yer. Understand?" Alex glared at him. determined that she would not bow to him. "I mean it Alex," he reiterated before bending and sucking her nipple into his mouth. Alex groaned and felt wetness flood her sex. He pulled back and stood up much too soon for her liking though,

"Geeeene!" she pleaded, hating how desperate she sounded, but he just shook his head.

"Not yet; yer've not earned it yet. Kneel down; you've got work ter do." Alex's eye widened as the meaning behind his words sunk in. Normally, would have been appalled at being order to do such a thing but Gene seemed to have awoken something inside her. She did as he instructed, sinking to her knees. Gene's hands moved to his belt and, slowly, he unfastened it and pulled it from through the hoops. Alex looked up at him as he moved to undo his fly and she licked her lips. Gene was not impressed by her obvious show of disrespect; it was almost as if she was goading him. He pulled her head back by her hair and growled, "Stop it Drake. This is your last warnin'!" He pushed his trousers down and released his straining erection from the confines of his underwear. "Time ter put that posh mouth o' yours ter work!" he ordered. "An' don't look at me. I don't want ter see your face until yer've finished!" Alex's mouth went dry for a moment and she felt herself growing wetter; her muscles in her vagina clenched and released hungrily. Lowering her gaze to the floor, she leant forward and allowed her lips to brush the flared head of his penis before opening her mouth to take him in. She settled into a rhythm and was elated at the response she was getting from Gene. His hands gripped her hair and he met her strokes with sharp thrusts into her mouth. She smiled around his cock and chanced a glance upward. That was her mistake. She glanced straight into his eyes and anger flashed across his face. He yanked her up by her hair,

"Ow!" she protested.

"Don't you 'ow' me, Drake. What did I tell you? Yet yer still disobey me. I think yer need to be punished DI Drake." Before Alex knew what was happening, Gene had her bent her at the waist, facedown over the arm of her couch. He lifted the robe she was still wearing roughly up over her arse, exposing her rear.

"Gene...what ar-?"

"Bloody dreamt about doin' this ever since I stamped yer arse."

Alex cried out with the first slapping sting of his large hand on her softly-rounded bottom, and she felt strangely drunk with a consuming desire for more. For a moment Gene wondered if he'd taken this whole thing too far; that he'd really hurt her. She dismissed his concerns however, wordlessly giving him permission to continue by lifting her bottom higher in the air, seeking more. He spanked her soundly, and she muffled her wanton cries of pain the sofa cushions, bare breasts pressing through her open robe rubbing against the rough material. After a few moments Gene ceased striking her and lightly caressed her swollen, red buttocks, marvelling at the imprint his hand had left. Not wanting to change the pace of the game too much, he quickly moved on, slipping his hand between her unsteady legs, gathering evidence of her arousal. He laughed wickedly, low in his throat, and pressed his body over her own, murmuring in her ear, "You really are a naughty girl, DI Drake. I think yer enjoyed that a little too much." Gene couldn't believe Alex's reactions to him, if she got off on a little light spanking, what else would she be willing to try?

Breathing in her scent, he lazily sucked her slick juices from his long fingers. Observing his unrestrained, lascivious actions, an involuntary moan issued from her suddenly dry throat. It was Gene's turn to kneel now, Alex trembling in anticipation as she felt his breath brush tantalisingly over her aching flesh. At last she felt Gene's thumbs parting her slickened folds and his hot tongue swirling over her. She cried out at the sensation and this only encouraged him. He moaned in hunger, endlessly licking and nipping, burying his face between her legs. He was ravenous, insatiable; loving the taste of her. The sounds she was making shot straight to Gene's cock, making it even harder than he thought possible. Gene's thumb brushed her clitoris and her thighs quivered. She was close to orgasm.

"Ohhhh God that's good!" She began grinding her crotch into his face, trying to gain some control over her release. Gene quickly put paid to that idea with a quick tug on the chain of the handcuffs to remind her who was in charge. When Gene's tongue began thrusting into her she cried out as the first waves of release washed over her relentlessly. "GEEEEEEENE! Oh God, oh God!" Gene continued his assault on her, unrelenting, riding out the waves with her. No sooner had Alex come down from the dizzy heights of pleasure than Gene stood up, grabbed her hips and plunged his maddeningly hard cock into her dripping opening. She let out a keening moan as she felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. He bent over her, pining her body to the sofa, his smell enveloping her. He moved his mouth to her ear as he began to thrust slowly and swiped his tongue over the lobe.

"You are fuckin' gorgeous. Just knew yer'd be a right little tart in the sack," he growled. His words should have offended her but they didn't. In fact they had the opposite effect, working her into a frenzy. He reached a hand underneath her and began palming her breasts and pinching her nipples as he spoke. "Been imaginin' this since the first time I laid eyes on yer. Yer waltzed in lookin' like a cheap whore an' I could've taken yer right there an then."

"Oh God. I need..."

"What? What do yer need?"

"I..I..."

"Spit it out Drake!" he ordered, his commanding tone back with a vengeance.

"I need it faster. God Gene, pound me. Fuck me." It took all Gene's willpower not to give in to her; he continued with his slow, almost leisurely pace. "Pleeaassee Gene!"

"That's it Drake. Beg me."

"Oh Gene, please. I need you to move faster, harder. I'm begging you! Pleeaassee!" Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed her hips and began to do exactly as she asked. He held her still and pounded into her over and over. A low throaty wail sounded as she reached her second orgasm of the night; a sound that sent Gene tumbling over the edge. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips to hold himself clamped to her as he jerked his hips and shot his load into her. He collapsed on top of her, taking a moment to recover before he set about releasing her from her confines. He rubbed her wrists and gently massaged her arms, bringing circulation back into them. The tenderness was a stark contrast to what had just taken place. She groaned a relieved groan,

"That was amazing!"

"You were amazin' Bolls. Bloody amazin'." Alex smiled, that was the first time he'd used her nickname since he'd demanded to be let into her flat. It was good to hear it uttered in an affectionate tone. "Question is, 'ave you seen the error o' yer ways?" he asked.

"I think I could be persuaded to be a little nicer to you and a little more relaxed about your way of doing things. Although, I have to say, I'm not sure that using those handcuffs for this is an effective use of Metropolitan Police resources." Gene shook his head, of all the times for her to be thinking about proper procedure.

"I'll make sure I leave 'em at the office next time then shall I?" Alex stood up and rubbed her wrists; the cuffs had begun to pinch near to the end but it was worth the slight pain.

"And who said anything about a repeat performance?" she teased, moving to sit on the sofa.

"Well wi' the way yer were screamin' me name just now, I thought it was a given."

"Hmmph! Well, I suppose when you put it like that..."

"Thought so," he proclaimed, triumphantly, joining her. "Plus, I'm not entirely convinced you won't need a couple more lessons to be truly sorry."

"For what it's worth Gene, I am sorry for the way I've been acting."

"Ferget it. It's probably no less than I deserve. M'sorry too."

"You could have just told me how you felt, you know," she pointed out as she curled up on the couch and leaned into him. "Could have avoided all this."

"The Gene Genie doesn't talk about feelins Bolly. An' anyway, if I'd told yer we wouldn't 'ave got to do what we did just then."

"No, we'd have been doing it a lot sooner."

"Wouldn't 'ave been the same though. Don't think anythin' could top that." Alex lifted her head and kissed him, whilst simultaneously running her hand seductively up his thigh.

"Oh, I don't know about that Gene," she whispered sultrily, "It'll certainly be fun finding out."

"Well can we move this discovery exhibition ter the bloody bedroom, I'm too old ter be shaggin' on sofas." Alex rose and tugged at Gene's hand. He followed her into the bedroom and watched her lay herself spread eagled on the bed, an open invitation for him and he had to ask, "Does this mean yer not transferrin' then?"

"Nope, sorry. Afraid you're stuck with me." As he crawled over her to take a nipple in his mouth, he mumbled a half hearted,

"Bugger!" but they both new he didn't mean it. Things were just getting interesting and after the journey they'd taken to get here, neither would be giving the other up without a fight.

A/N: Please let me know what you think. I know it's a little bit 'out-there' so I'd appreciate the feedback, good or bad.