“Do I make you nervous, Em?” he whispered into the skin over her heartbeat. “Or does being cuffed to my bed excite you?”
She didn’t want to answer. If she had, however, her answer would’ve been the same to both questions. Yes.
“Why do you keep talking?” she sighed while he continued his attention to her nipples. She knew she would come, and very soon if he kept at it. She moved her hips up and pulled her knees back, her sigh turning into a moan.
“Because I wanna know what you’re thinking,” he murmured beginning to pump his hips a little more.
“I’m thinking I want you to shut up and fuck me,” she growled in frustration, moving up into him at a quicker pace, now wrapping her ankles around his back.
He chuckled. “Who’s your favorite musical artist?”
Huh?
She could barely remember her own name at the moment and he wanted to grill her while he pulled at her nipples, had her hands cuffed above her head and was imbedded inside her? Now?
“I don’t know,” she gasped. “I can’t think –”
He stopped moving their hips and pushed into her so far, he was holding her hips down with all of his weight, effectively removing her control.
“If depriving you of coming is the only way I’m gonna get you to talk to me then I guess I’ll have to do it.” He removed one hand from her nipple and put his arm under her knee pinning her to the bed with her thigh resting on her chest. He slid in even deeper. “Oh, yeah. This is so good,” he moaned with his eyes closed. After a second he opened them, his brown eyes glittering with lust. “Now, where was I? That’s right. Musical artist.”
He had her secured to the bed and all she could think about was him pounding her into the mattress. Bastard.
As if he could read her mind he pulled out almost to the tip then pushed back into her hard and fast causing a yell to rip from her throat.
“Musical artist?” he asked through gritted teeth.
She said the first group that entered her head. “Goo Goo Dolls. I loved them in high school,” she breathed out. “You?”
He rewarded her with a tweak of the nipple. “Dave Matthews. Which song was your favorite?”
It took her a second to realize he was asking her which song from the Goo Goo Dolls she liked best. He lay still waiting for her reply, looking into her eyes. He leaned down and touched his nose to hers.
How could this man have such a twisted, sexy, tenderness all wrapped in one package? She hadn’t responded fast enough because he began pulling at her nipple then applying more pressure. She moaned. God, did he feel good. She wanted to bite him all over.
“Focus, Emily. Which song?”
“That song from that movie. Um, City of Angels. The one with Meg Ryan and Nicholas Cage,” she gasped out quickly.
“Fuckin’ saddest movie ever to be made in the history of movies. Janie dragged me to it and I almost cried like a little girl in the movie theater. Iris. I think that was the name of the song.” He pulled out and slammed into her, then smiled. In a moment of wickedness, she squeezed her inner muscles around him and his eyes rolled back into his head.
“Fuck, Em. I can’t wait.” That was the only warning she got before he reared back onto his knees pushing them far up underneath her, lifting her hips up off of the bed. Then he leaned forward, and holding onto the iron frame right by her hands, he used it for leverage and began fucking her.
And holy shit did he fuck her. He growled and looked into her eyes while he pounded into her, his teeth clenched. She could feel herself falling in between the shouts being forced from her body and her eyes began to close in ecstasy.
“Open them. Open your eyes,” he yelled in between hard and fast thrusts.
She did, his eyes right above her looking down into hers. His thrusts were so intense, she couldn’t match his rhythm so instead she just held on for the ride of her life, feeling unbelievably wanted and powerful in that moment. Like she could conquer the world.
But not before she came. One. Last. Time. Her eyes drifted closed again as her yells turned into screaming.
“Look at me.”
She snapped her eyes open.
“Who’s doing this to you, Em? Tell me. Say my name. Who’s fucking you? Say it.”
She hated him for asking it of her.
“No,” she gasped, thrashing her head on the bed.
“Say my name…Say my name…” he demanded in rhythm with his hips.
“Fuck you,” she cried out, almost there. Almost there. One more push of the hips and she’d be there.
He laughed out loud at her response and stopped suddenly, holding their hips still while he pinned her with his eyes. They were both gulping for air, both on the verge of coming, but both so stubborn, choosing to deny the other pleasure because of their pride.
“I am fucking you,” he chuckled and ground into her slowly. “You’re not coming until you same my name, Em. Not ‘Detective’, not ‘Asshole’. ‘Michael’ or ‘Mike’. I’m not picky, I just want to hear it on your lips.” He ground into her again then leaned all the way down so his chest rested on hers and his lips were on her lips. “Come on, Em.” His voice took on a cajoling quality while he kissed her, licking into her mouth.
Why was he doing this to her, asking this of her?
Don’t be afraid to be vulnerable. It’s only when you’re vulnerable that you’re able to feel. Her aunt’s words echoed in her head.
But I’m not ready. I’m not ready.
“I promise you can cuff me to the bed after this. You can do anything you want to me. Just say my name. Please?” He moved his hands to her face and stroked her cheek with his thumbs. “I wanna hear it on your lips. You hardly ever say it.”
He was pleading with her and sounded disappointed. She was the one cuffed, but she was the one who had the control. And she didn’t have it in her to deny him.
She made a show of looking exasperated, but whispered, “Mike.”
His mouth kicked up into a grin. Her lips pressed together in annoyance.
“Thank you. Now say it again.” He pushed into her. Then out.
“Mike.” She closed her eyes as he pushed in then out.
“Again.”
He began moving, his hips gaining force and speed, causing the headboard to move.
“Mike,” she groaned and began pulling on the cuffs.
“Look at me and say it again,” he moaned with her.
“Ahh. Miiiikkkkeeee.” A long drawn out sound escaped her as she began coming. She tried to keep her eyes open but she just couldn’t. It felt too good.
“Em,” he yelled while he sped up his hips and spilled his seed inside her for the second time, grinding and grinding for what seemed like a full minute until he fell on her in exhaustion.
……
Emily’s mind was racing. She needed to get out. It all felt too good, too intimate, too…raw. She began to struggle against the cuffs and Mike finally lifted his head from her neck to look down at her. He nuzzled her nose and kissed her lightly.
“I’m gonna remove the cuffs, but you need to remember that I have to work in 12 hours, Miss White. If you hurt me too badly, I’m not gonna be able to rescue little kittens from trees or help little old ladies across the street. You won’t want that on your conscience. You just remember that.”
He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the handcuff key then uncuffed her wrists. She pulled her hands down to rub at them and he catapulted up off the bed as if she was going to beat the shit out of him. And she might. Just not in the way he thought. She began devising her wicked and evil plan with a smirk playing on her lips.
“Is something wrong, Detective?”
“Just remember that you enjoyed it as much as I did, alright?” She was still lying on the bed and he was standing at the foot of it. “And I told you that you can cuff me if you want. That’s showing an unbelievable amount of trust in you, don’t you think?”
“Are you scared, Detective?�
�� She almost burst out laughing. He looked adorable, all huge and gorgeous and a little nervous.
“Of course I am. You’re a scary woman, GC.”
“You sure you wanna let me cuff you to the bed?”
“Oh, yeah,” he chuckled. “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me. Wait, hold on. I need music.” He left the room and she began to hear the soulful sounds of an acoustic guitar playing the familiar Dave Matthews song. Just as he came back in licking his lips, the words of Crash surrounded them.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck to this song.” He looked at her and licked his lips again as Dave sang about the woman who tied him up. “You gonna fuck me, Emily?”
The music floated around them. “Definitely. Come here,” she said in her best come hither voice, crooking her finger at him.
He walked over and climbed onto the bed.
“On your back, Detective.”
“Shit, you’re so hot.”
She laughed, her eyes dancing with mirth. He stretched onto his back and she cuffed him in the same position she had been. Then she walked into the bathroom to clean herself.
“Hey!” he yelled.
She smiled and washed up, then grabbed a washcloth, running warm water over it and returning to the bedroom. When she got there, she looked him in the eye and climbed onto the bed straddling him then washed off his cock which was already standing at attention.
It was unbelievable he was ready to go again.
After discarding the towel, she climbed up his body, putting both hands on either side of his face on the bed. He was smiling up at her, looking hungry as a lion.
With her position, her breasts dangled temptingly in front of his lips which he tried to grab with his mouth by leaning up, but she teased him by moving them out of his way.
“So, Detective, this is how this is gonna play out. I only have one question. If you answer it honestly, then things will go very well for you. If not, I can’t say what the consequences will be.”
“Mmm, this sounds good. Okay, I’m ready. What’s the question?”
She leaned down and nibbled on his jaw, rubbing her front along his then moving farther down his body. She almost felt sorry for him given what she had planned, but if he wanted her to laugh more and have a little more fun, this would certainly help her along. Besides, she would look forward to his revenge.
Now at eye level with his very proud and hard penis, she leaned down and lightly licked her way from root to tip. When he hissed, she looked up at his eyes staring down at her. He was no longer smiling.
While looking up at him, she reached her hand around to grasp him and sucked on the head.
“Oh, yeah. Em,” he breathed out a satisfied sigh. “That’s it, baby.”
She released him with a soft pop, but continued stroking him up and down. “Are you ready for my question?”
“Hm?” His eyes were closing and he was biting his lip, pushing his hips up into her hand.
She reached her other hand around and stroked his balls. “My question, Detective,” she whispered. “Are you ready for it?”
“Yeah,” he moaned. She couldn’t quite tell if he was responding to her question or her hand.
She leaned down again and sucked on the head, rubbing her swollen lips back and forth on the sensitive tip. She looked up at him and his eyes were still closed. She smiled and nipped at the tip.
He let out a moaned “Shit.”
“Who has a key to your apartment, Detective?”
“Mmm. Don’t worry. They won’t be interrupting,” he said distractedly. “Do that again, Em. That felt fuckin’ amazing.”
She let her teeth graze over the tip again and his hips moved up, begging for more.
“You didn’t answer my question. If depriving you of coming is the only way I’m gonna get you to talk to me then I guess I’ll have to do it,” she said with a smile, mimicking him from earlier.
He groaned out a chuckle, his cock seeking her lips.
“Um, Jem and Lacey.” She knew Jem was Jeremy. That was his family’s nickname for him.
She rewarded him by wrapping her lips around him and sucking him farther into her mouth.
“Oh, yeah. Like that,” he sighed. She smiled around his cock and made an ‘mmm’ sound, letting the vibrations add to the sensation.
“Fuck, yeah. I’m close already, Em. I’m so fucking close. You do this to me.”
She continued sucking taking him higher and higher. His hips were now pushing into her mouth, causing him to hit the back of her throat, but still she hung on sucking him closer and closer.
She jerked him up and down then removed her mouth just as Dave sang as I come into you. He began to come all over her hand and his stomach, his hips bucking and his breathing choppy, his noises announcing his pleasure.
He was right. It actually was a great song to fuck to.
She was so turned on watching him. He was such a virile beautiful man and he looked so sexy cuffed to the bed that she could feel the arousal wetting her thighs. She took the towel and cleaned off her hand and his stomach then climbed off of him to put on what clothes of hers she could find in the bedroom.
He sighed with contentment then opened his eyes. “That was awesome – Oh, don’t leave yet. Come on, it’s only 9 o’clock.”
“I have an early day tomorrow, Detective,” she said while she put on her bra. She finally looked over at him with her ripped panties in her hand. She pulled up her pants to button them and shoved the ripped lingerie into her pocket. “You look good like that. All naked and yummy looking,” she said with a smile.
She reached for his jeans on the floor and found his phone in his back pocket.
And just like that he started struggling with the cuffs. She bit the side of her mouth to stop from laughing but she couldn’t stop the twinkle in her eye.
“Emily, what are you gonna –? I swear –”
She walked over to the bed and avoided his kicking legs. “Shh. Don’t swear. It’s not nice,” she scolded, then leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “You won’t be left like this for long, don’t worry.”
“Em, you have no idea the revenge that I can exact.”
“I’m looking forward to it, Detective. Besides, you said you were the guy who was gonna, and I quote, ‘give me the control I need in the bedroom but who’s also going to teach me how to let go and have fun and let loose at the same time.’ Then I said, ‘Are you seriously for real?’ and you said, ‘Of course.’ Then I said –”
He let out a half growl, half groan.
“Oh, Detective. You’re so cute when you pout,” she said, patting his cheek and leaning down to nibble on his mouth. He was just too irresistible. He looked like he didn’t know if he wanted to kill her or fuck her. “Who would you like me to call to come to your rescue?” she continued. “Let’s see. Your cousin or your partner. I’ll let you choose. Isn’t that nice of me? Or would you rather I just leave you here to figure your way out of this on your own? Hmm, decisions, decisions,” she said, tapping her finger on her chin. “What would a crazy bitch do?”
“Emily, I promise you, when you least expect it –”
“Okay, I guess you’re gonna leave the choice up to me.” She scrolled through his contacts, began dialing his phone, put it on speaker, and then left it on his chest.
She turned and began walking out of the room to retrieve her clothes in the hallway. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Detective. I’ll see you on Saturday at the training,” she called out over her shoulder.
“Emily!” he yelled. She heard a voice on the phone, then Mike saying, “Lacey? Hold on. Shit. Just gimme a sec,” she heard him say. She chuckled. This was the most fun she’d had in a very, very long time. “Emily!” he yelled again, this time with a warning tone in his voice.
She laughed and walked out making sure the doorknob was locked and the door pulled closed behind her. Then she jogged down the stairs to catch a cab. Smiling the whole way.
……
The next afternoon, Emily was still chuckling over the state in which she’d left the good detective. She hadn’t heard from him which made her a little anxious about retribution, but to her it had been worth it.
What had really taken over her mind were the memories of the hour before she’d left him. If she didn’t watch herself, she’d turn into a giddy junior high girl. Not only had she never had sex the likes of which was had last night, she was pretty confident that it was just as good for him as it had been for her. She tried to control the dreamy sigh escaping her lips. Again.
Time to get a hold of yourself, Emily.
The knock on her open office door startled her then she smiled as she saw Ollie in the doorway. Ollie, one of the IT guys for Mitchell, Horton and Rose, the law firm where she worked, had become a great work friend. He had helped her out a few weeks back when Ayanna had been receiving some threatening emails and had been able to determine their origin enabling them to go to the police.
As a thank you for his efforts, he’d finagled the date with her to the art showing. She was fairly certain he had a crush on her, but she felt nothing but friendship for him.
“Thanks for coming up, Ollie.”
“No problem. You havin’ an issue with the laptop, or is this about the email you sent?”
“It’s about the email. Do you have a sec? I was just about to take lunch.” She directed him to the chair in front of her desk. It was a small office, but it was all hers.
“Sure.” He paused. “The program sounds like a good one.”
“Yeah. I think it’s promising, if I may say so myself,” she smiled. “Are you interested?”
He hesitated. “I don’t know. You know I’m not good with this kind of stuff. Talking in front of people,” he shrugged and turned a little red.
“I know it’s not your forte, but there are bound to be some boys who have your interests and have similar likes and dislikes. Will you at least think about it?”
“I’ll think about it. Maybe I could come in and watch one of the other guys instruct just to see what’s needed on my part. I kinda wanna see what it’s all about first.”
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