Judge Not Read online

  Judge Not

  By

  M. E. Tudor

  Text copyright © 2014

  M. E. Tudor

  All rights reserved.

  I want to give special thanks to all the fans that have bought my stories and written me letters telling me how much they have enjoyed them.

  I want to thank my angel, Rosa for all her patience and encouragement.

  I also want to thank John P. Hans for doing a rockin’ job on the editing, and Teddy Emmerich for creating another awesome cover.

  Table of Contents

  Judge Not

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter One

  Ashley Jessup was watching TV with her two roommates, Mary Hanon and Jackie Meredith. Out of the corner of her eye, Ashley saw Jackie place a light kiss on Mary's cheek.

  Mary and Jackie’s relationship started with a weird coincidence. Ashley had Mary drop her off at a bar where she was meeting her dominatrix, The Judge. She had been in such a hurry that she forgot to leave the keys to the car, leaving Mary no choice but to come into the bar to get the keys from her.

  The bar was a place where women met to hook up and have sex, sometimes inside the bar. Mary had almost become a conquest of three of the bar’s most notorious doms, but Jackie had come to her rescue. Surprisingly, the usually reserved Mary had sex with Jackie at the bar that night.

  The two women quickly realized that their attraction was very strong, and that they had a lot in common. A few months after they had officially started dating, Jackie's apartment complex burned down. Jackie moved into their apartment and had been there ever since. But, it was a good thing. Jackie was a great roommate. She was very considerate. There wasn’t anything she couldn’t fix, she was an amazing cook, and she was madly in love with Mary. Mary was equally in love with Jackie, and their happiness made their apartment a happier place.

  "I think I'm going to go to bed," Ashley explained as she got up from the recliner. She picked up Mary and Jackie’s popcorn bowl and then her own.

  "Okay, ‘night," Mary replied.

  "’Night," Jackie added, neither of them really paying attention to Ashley.

  Ashley took the dishes into the kitchen and got a glass of water. She moved to the kitchen doorway and watched Jackie pull Mary to her and kiss her gently on the lips. Jackie’s lips lingered and Mary deepened the kiss. Ashley turned away and went to her bedroom.

  She didn’t want to admit that she was jealous of their relationship, but she was. Being in a committed relationship was not something Ashley had put on her priority list, but watching Mary and Jackie together made her long to have someone touch her the way Jackie touched Mary. She wanted someone to look at her the way Mary looked at Jackie.

  She could hear them whispering to each other as she closed her bedroom door. They were so in love. She had never thought that she would want to be in a serious relationship with someone, at least not for a while. But, seeing how happy Mary and Jackie were, made her feel like she was missing something very important in her life.

  The bed was already turned down. She pulled her feet out of her slippers, put her glass of water on the night stand, and sat down on the bed. Tucking her legs under the covers, she lay on her side, and picked up the lesbian romance she had been reading for the past few days. She hadn’t been much of a reader, but Jackie had gotten her hooked on lesbian romances, and now she devoured them. She was on her third book in a little over a week. She really needed to get an eReader, Kindle, or Nook so she wouldn’t use up so much of her bookshelf.

  Her phone buzzed on the night stand. She picked it up. It was a text message from her dominatrix. Even though they had been seeing each other for over a year, Ashley referred to her simply as The Judge. She opened the message which read, “Be at the bar tomorrow night, ten-thirty.”

  There was no need to reply. The Judge expected her total obedience. Ashley rolled onto her back. She had been debating what to do about The Judge for several weeks now. She enjoyed the time she had spent as The Judge’s plaything, but she was ready for more, and The Judge would never allow things to go any further between them. It was a shame, really. Ashley liked The Judge a lot.

  She would never forget the first time she had seen The Judge in the bar. The Judge had been completely predatory, like she had come there looking for Ashley. Ashley had been dancing with a woman she had been with several times and was just about to take the woman to the back of the bar to have sex when The Judge approached. Initially Ashley had been terrified because she recognized the woman. She was certain that someone had outed her and The Judge had come to tell her that she was going to tell Ashley’s conservative lawyer bosses that she was a lesbian and get her fired. But, The Judge had walked up to Ashley, grabbed her hand, dragged her to the back of the bar, and threw her up against the wall. She had pressed herself into Ashley and commanded, “I’m claiming you.”

  Ashley had allowed The Judge to claim her, beginning a very intense sexual relationship. Initially, Ashley had seen other people on the side; The Judge had not seemed to care. As time went on, however, The Judge became more and more possessive. She would become insanely jealous if even she saw someone talking to Ashley and make their next sexual session very rough. Ashley liked sex rough, but now she was craving something different.

  Even though their relationship had been strictly physical, there had always been an underlying current of respect and concern that they shared for each other. This was why Ashley was having such a hard time with the decision she had made about her relationship with The Judge. Tomorrow night would be the last time that they would be together. She decided that she needed to end things with The Judge if she were ever going to have a chance at a normal, loving relationship with anyone.

  Ashley sighed and started reading her book. She was sad she had to end their relationship, but she was excited about the possibility of finding true love with someone. She wanted what Mary and Jackie had something she would never find with The Judge.

  Chapter Two

  Ashley barely flinched when the leather straps hit her back. The Judge never hit her hard enough to draw blood, but she usually had bruises afterwards. The straps hit her again, and again she barely flinched. The Judge grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. "Am I not hitting you hard enough to get your attention?"

  "I'm sorry," Ashley whispered. "I'm just having a hard time getting into this tonight."

  The Judge pushed Ashley's face into the pillow, turned around so she was sitting on Ashley's head, and slapped the leather straps across Ashley’s ass and the backs of her legs. That made Ashley flinch; the skin there was much more sensitive. It also brought her out of her thoughts and reminded her why she had to end things with the Judge.

  "That's better," The Judge growled and swung the straps against Ashley again.

  The routine continued with the Judge taking the frustration of her day out on Ashley until she tired. She grabbed Ashley by her blonde hair and turned her over onto her back, twisting her handcuffed hands painfully. The Judge took off the black robe she always wore to their sessions revealing the beautiful body she hid beneath. She straddled Ashley's face. "Lick," she demanded.

  Ashley obliged, licking and sucking at the soaking pussy. In no time, the Judge grabbed Ashley's head and held it to her as she came, soak
ing Ashley's face further with her juices.

  Dragging her pussy down Ashley's body, The Judge slowly scooted down until she could lick her juices off Ashley's face. Ashley tried to catch her lips. "No, no," The Judge cooed. "You know kissing is not allowed."

  "But, I want to kiss you," Ashley said breathlessly, her own arousal peaking as The Judge moved her hands to Ashley's breasts and squeezed the nipples between her fingers.

  "No," she said again and took Ashley's breast in her mouth, sucking it in deeply. She continued her path downward and slid three her fingers inside Ashley, pumping them in and out roughly until Ashley screamed out with her orgasm.

  The Judge laid her head on Ashley's stomach as they both let their breathing calm. Ashley's euphoria of the orgasm didn't last long because she knew that she was getting ready to end their relationship.

  Finally, breathing calmly, The Judge got up, went to the dresser, and retrieved the key to the handcuffs. She made the mistake of leaning over Ashley versus straddling her chest, which she normally did when removing the cuffs, but she wasn't thinking clearly. She sensed something was going on with Ashley. She seemed distracted, which was unusual. Ashley had been one of the best toys she had ever had, so good that The Judge made the mistake of allowing herself to need the sessions with Ashley. She knew she was going to have to break things off soon because she was becoming too attached to Ashley, a mistake she couldn't afford to make.

  When the second handcuff was off, The Judge leaned down to kiss Ashley on the forehead. Ashley took advantage of The Judge being off balance and flipped her over onto her back, quickly slipping both of The Judge’s hands into the cuffs before she realized what was happening.

  "What the hell are you doing?" The Judge shrieked. "You know you are never allowed to control me." She twisted violently, throwing Ashley off the bed.

  Ashley got up from the floor and looked at the place on her thigh that had hit the corner of the nightstand. Yet another bruise; she shook her head. It was going to be the last bruise she would be getting for a long time because of her enjoyment of rough sex. She didn't say anything as she moved to the table next to the wall, and quickly dressed in the sleek black dress she had worn to the bar earlier. She put on her rings and slipped on her heels as The Judge thrashed around in the bed and screamed at her.

  Putting her finger to The Judge's lips, Ashley said, "You better tone it down or you'll draw attention you don't want."

  That immediately silenced The Judge. She definitely did not want the police to be called. It would be the end of her career if she were found handcuffed to a bed in this posh hotel room, or any hotel for that matter, especially, if she were caught with a female legal aid.

  Calmly she asked, "What do you want?"

  Ashley had gone to the bathroom to put her earrings in. She stuck her head out of the bathroom and said, "I have to tell you something, and I don't want you to be able to walk away."

  Oh shit, the Judge thought. She's going to blackmail me. No, Ashley knew that she had just as much on her.

  She trusted her instincts that Ashley wasn't the blackmailing type, or she would never have gotten involved with her in the first place. Frantically, she searched her mind for what Ashley could possibly want to say to her that would require her to be handcuffed.

  Then it hit her, she's going to end things between us. No! No one ended things but her. She was always in control. Always!

  Once she was ready to leave, Ashley came out of the bathroom. She picked up the small black pocket book, which matched her dress, took out her car keys and held up the key to the handcuffs.

  "I want you to know that I've really, really enjoyed the fun we've had, but I'm ready for something more. I want to have a real relationship." Ashley moved over to the bed and said, "With someone who will let me kiss them."

  She unlocked one side of the cuffs and quickly pinned The Judge's arm to the bed. She took her free hand and put the key to the cuffs in her mouth. She rolled the key to one side of her mouth and said, "If you want this key, you have to let me kiss you goodbye."

  "No!" The Judge tried to jerk her hand free from Ashley's grip, but Ashley proved to be much stronger than The Judge realized.

  "Yes, Jean," Ashley said, using The Judge's real name for the first time. "You'll find someone else to be your plaything, but I have to move on with my life."

  Jean looked into Ashley's blue eyes. She could see the sadness there. This was so hard, but she knew Ashley was right. She hated being out of control like this, but she had been thinking about ending this relationship, too. She just couldn't stand that Ashley was doing this to her. Ashley knew it would piss her off so much that she would never speak to her again.

  Ashley stuck the key out on her tongue."Want it or not?"

  Jean stared coldly at her for several minutes before finally nodding. "You'll pay for this, though."

  "I have no doubt," Ashley replied. She leaned down and placed her lips on Jean’s. She wasn't going to just give her the key. She was finally going to get the kiss she had always wanted from her.

  Moving her lips slowly across Jean’s, she could feel her mouth softening. Ashley knew she would eventually give in. She touched Jean’s lips with her tongue, gently nudging them apart. They both moaned softly as their tongues met. It only took a second for Jean to come back to her senses and start searching Ashley's mouth for the key. This only fueled the heat of the kiss. When Ashley reached the point that she felt she was losing control, she slipped the key into Jean’s mouth and stepped away from the bed.

  Ashley didn't look back as she walked quickly to the door. She spared the naked and enraged judge a quick glance as she unlocked the door and stepped outside, pulling it shut just as Jean reached it. Ashley knew Jean wouldn't open the door. She wouldn't take the chance on someone seeing her like this or of creating a scene in the hotel. Ashley had not doubt Jean would get back at her somehow for ending things this way. She might even get Ashley fired, but it was time to move on. So why was she so sad about it? Letting out a sigh, Ashley wiped away the stray tear that had escaped her eye as she got on the elevator.

  Chapter Three

  "What is wrong with you?" Mary asked when they got in Ashley's car to go to work.

  It had been two weeks since Ashley had ended things with The Judge, and even she had to admit that she had been a total bitch ever since. She reached over and squeezed Mary's hand. "I'm sorry. I'm just having a bit of hard time adjusting to things."

  Mary nodded. "I know you've been trying to stay away from the bar, but need to get you laid soon."

  Ashley laughed, "Maybe."

  Really, she knew that it was more than the sex that she was missing. It was being needed. She knew that The Judge needed their sessions as much as she did, but she couldn't go back. For one thing, The Judge would probably hurt her for real if she tried. More than likely, she had already found a new plaything and had forgotten about her. Ashley wanted to believe that wasn't true, that she had meant more to The Judge than that.

  When they got to the office, one of the partners, Jerry Winslow, came out to meet them in the front office. "Ashley, do you remember that child custody case we did a few months back where the father had been neglecting the child?"

  "Yeah, we had six witnesses, including two nurses from the hospital that said he was leaving the child in nasty diapers, leaving her alone in the house when the mother was at work, and not feeding the child when he was supposed to be watching her," Ashley answered as she moved past him to the front desk to put her purse down. "Why?"

  "He got a new lawyer and a new hearing," Jerry explained.

  "Are you serious?" Ashley responded, shocked. "That was an open and shut case. How on earth is he going to prove he didn't do all those things?"

  "He's not trying to prove he didn't do it. He's trying to prove that's he's reformed and should have unsupervised visitation."

  "No way!" Ashley fumed. "So, I take it his wife wants us to try to prove otherwise."

  "
Yes," Jerry agreed, "She's already paid the retainer."

  "Has he taken all the parenting classes and been going to visitation?"

  "Yeah, and going to church, AA, the works, I don't trust it either. I think he's putting on this show to get visitation because he can control the mother through the daughter."