Cuff Master

by Frances Stockton

  His nostrils flared. His face flushed crimson. Then she turned her head and nipped his fingertip, hard enough to leave a mark. “I bite hard myself, see?”

  Ethan snatched his hand back, rose from the bench and damn near leapt over the table to stand before her. “Up. Now.”

  That’s all he said. Two words got her standing before she blinked.

  The next thing she knew, the ground dropped out from under her feet as he swept her up into his strong embrace and right over his broad, broad shoulder, clamping her in place with his arm across the back of her knees.

  Whoa, the man might have the perfect ass, a trim waist and sculpted muscle, but his shoulders were gigantic. And boy oh boy was he tall. It was a long way from where she hung to the floor.

  “The dishes!” she pointed out, yelping a little as he stalked by two curious cats to reach the stairs. She tried pelting his gorgeous butt with her fists and all it got her was a slap on the derrière with his free hand!

  It stung enough to make her gasp, setting off a lightning storm of heat that spread from his big hand still squeezing her ass to her clitoris.

  “They’ll keep. You, my sweet Morgan, are about to find out what it means to be mine.”

  With little preamble, he rushed up the stairs without pausing to catch his breath or showing any sign that she might be a little too heavy. She was trim but tall!

  “What does it mean?” she asked as they crested the stairs.

  “It means I’ve a voracious sexual appetite and you’re about to feed it. You prepared for that?”

  “Yes. I’m ready for you.”

  Ethan stomped on. Even though he’d turned Neanderthal in the blink of an eye, it was exciting to be the recipient of unrestrained passion. He was wrong to see himself as a mama’s boy.

  He was all man, Alpha and Morgan’s Dom. Being with him was her purpose in life.

  Ethan carried her into the bedroom, pausing. “Cats nearby?” he asked impatiently.

  “Downstairs,” she answered, finding it endearing that he’d make certain Samson and Delilah weren’t in any danger before he kicked the bedroom door closed.

  With the kitties safely barred from the room, Ethan continued his path to the bed. Again he stopped and turned. “Can you reach into the bedside drawer there?”

  Morgan pushed herself up a bit awkwardly but felt confident that he wouldn’t let her fall. Seeing the drawer, she opened it and looked inside.

  A big box of condoms resided in the drawer next to a paperback, Ethan’s wallet, badge and a small safe. She didn’t ask why the safe was there. It was probably where he’d stored his department-issued handgun.

  “Morgan, condoms, grab as many as you can.” His breathing was heavy and his voice dipped so low and hoarse, it sent shocking tingles of delight up and down her spine and zinging to her clit.

  “Sorry,” she murmured. She’d never heard him so impatient before. Then again, she’d never been so turned-on by a man in her life.

  She loved this dangerous side of Ethan. He’d never really hurt her, but he sure knew how to make her think he was a big bad bear. Reaching out for the box, she grabbed the whole thing, opened it quickly and took out a strip of three.

  “Is three enough?” she asked.

  “It’s a start.” A start, had he really said that? “Drop them on the table.” The bossiness in his tone was unmistakable. To do anything else wasn’t an option because Morgan wanted to obey his order.

  As fast and furious as the last few minutes had been, somewhere in that time Morgan discovered that if she were to balk or say slow down, Ethan wouldn’t hesitate to follow her wishes.

  The sense of power that gave her helped to free her mind. She didn’t want to slow down.

  Putting the strip and the box down, she waited to see what was next. “Blood’s rushing to my head. Could you take me off your shoulder, please?”

  In an instant, Ethan safely maneuvered her off his shoulder. Feeling as though she was on the downside of a roller coaster, she enjoyed the rush as he caught her close and lowered her to the bed with a gentleness that belied the grizzly bear ferociousness.

  Amazed, Morgan stared up at him. He was so beautifully handsome, raw and sexy.

  He leaned down over her, his mouth a whisper away from hers as he reached behind her head to unfasten her ponytail, and then he was kissing her. Gently at first, he nibbled, taunted, licked and sucked, teasing and thrilling her with his slowness.

  Morgan sighed. Ethan groaned.

  Gentleness evaporated behind full-fledged need. His tongue thrust between her lips, searching out hers and claiming her mouth as his. In and out, his tongue thrust, twirled and withdrew, drawing her into an intimate dance.

  He smelled good and tasted delicious, with a slight edge due to the bite of Guinness. He was clean and male and more intoxicating than ale.

  And he must have placed her on the mattress exactly the way he needed in order to land with his legs between her spread thighs. Their groins met. The heat and pulsing fullness of his cock rubbed against her mound, pressing, demanding, rubbing some more.

  The tension that’d been building within her all evening grew tighter, feeling as though someone or something was striking a harp. The more Ethan ground his hips, the more she thrust back, the more the chords hummed.

  Ethan drew back some and stood. It was then that she noticed her legs were hanging off the side of the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows to enable herself to watch as he unbuttoned the top button of his jeans.

  “Come to me, big boy,” she heard herself taunt as he slowly drew down the zipper.

  Glimpsing the white boxers he wore and his purplish smooth cock head poking out from above the waistband, she didn’t even realize she licked her lips. Uncertain yet how long his cock was, she had a pretty good idea.

  “All in good time, Morgan,” he promised.

  With an efficient shove, the jeans and boxers were down to his knees. His cock fell forward, huge, rampant and pointed right out at her from a nest of blond hair and full healthy testicles. Along with inches was girth! Gracious, she’d never fit her fingers around him.

  “My god,” she whispered, truly awed by the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. Not even the nude models she’d seen in magazines could compete with Ethan Maddox.

  He was circumcised, which didn’t surprise her. What surprised her was the intricate pair of police-style handcuffs tattooed on the inside of his right hip. The ink work was amazing, detailed with silver ink and outlined in black to make it look authentic.

  “Wow, Ethan,” she said, wanting so badly to touch the cuffs. “How did you make silver ink?”

  “Gray and white,” he answered, shoving his jeans the rest of the way down his legs to his feet and stepping out of them. “All the ink in Maddox tat shops is handmade.”

  “That’s a talent.”

  “Thanks. But if it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to get you naked. Assuming, you’re okay?”

  He ever so gently tapped her bandage to make sure her head was fine. She was better than fine. She was loved.

  “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to jump your bones and say to hell with the consequences, Sir,” she said, intentionally taunting him to show who was boss. He was, but she had the right to make demands of her own.

  Again his nostrils flared. His mouth lifted in a momentarily vicious-looking sneer. Her bear returned in full force. Catching her shoulders, he jerked her forward until she was sitting up.

  Gone was the nice guy who’d taken care of her for two days. Gone was the one who’d made her dinner. In his place was a man who took hold of her sweater, tugged and ripped it right down the front.

  “Ethan!” she screeched, stunned when fabric went flying.

  He was a bit more patient with her skirt. But thankfully, he didn’t slow down or apologize. He didn’t have to.

  Together they worked to unhook the back of her black B-cup bra. His eyes narrowed as he smoothed the lacy straps
down her elbows, revealing her rounded breasts tipped with dark rosy areolas and tight nipples.

  She wasn’t overly big or too small. Yet she’d always felt feminine and filled out her pretty bras rather nicely. The way Ethan stared down at her made her smile.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he complimented, his hands trembling some when he pushed the straps the rest of the way down her arms.

  Morgan shook the bra off. Ethan dragged the matching black panties down her long legs, casting them to the floor.

  “Don’t move, gorgeous,” he warned, sinking down to the floor on his knees.

  Unsure what was happening, she started as he caressed his hands up her knees to her inner thighs and spread her legs wide. His gaze lowered to the center of her being, taking in the sight of her pussy, open and waiting for him to fill.

  “Let’s see what I can do to get you off,” he said, leaning in and taking a deep breath.

  Spreading her open even wider, he maneuvered her legs up and over his shoulders and sank forward as she fell back on the bed and propped herself on her elbows.

  Ethan’s tongue, warm, wet and insistent, painted her pulsing clit with consummate gentleness. Oh god, it felt so good, so indescribably good that all she could do was open herself up to him as much as possible and ride his tongue with subtle jacks of her hips.

  “Fuck yes!” she cursed and didn’t care if she offended someone. Nothing had ever felt so forbidden or wonderful. He kept at her, nibbling, licking and suckling.

  Having Ethan gently ravish her clitoris was wonderful. The chord of need low in her belly grew tighter and tighter, vibrating to the point that it threatened to snap in half. For a moment, Morgan thought she might snap.

  Ethan somehow sneaked his hand between her legs, smoothing his big fingers through her trim pubic hairs and tickling her some, enhancing the sensation of his touch and his tongue playing her the way a musician strummed a harp.

  “Give me your hand, honey,” he implored, having to draw back slightly to speak.

  “Don’t stop,” she pled, collapsing to the bed completely and giving him her hand.

  Tightening his fingers around hers, he drew her hand down her flat belly straight to her clitoris. “Rub with me,” he urged, shifting to tongue her tight vaginal opening.

  As their fingers pleasured her clit in unison, his tongue penetrated, shallowly at first, then deeper and deeper still. Eating at her in earnest, Ethan drove her mad.

  The harp string snapped with a suddenness that stunned her, sensation rushed to her core, time stood still. Morgan came.

  Even as her dewy essence flowed forth, Ethan’s tongue kept thrusting in and out of her pussy, drinking her up. Pleasure consumed her, enslaving her. It was beautiful, wondrous.

  Her first orgasm happened with the man she loved. For her, it was almost as if she’d lost her virginity all over again. Only it was better because there was no terrible pain from the tearing of her hymen and no sense that she wanted to stop or get it over with.

  If Ethan stopped now, she might damn well strangle him with her thighs! “Fuck me, Ethan. Please!”

  Ethan maneuvered out from between her thighs and stood up. Grabbing one of the condoms, he tore it open and rolled the thin sheath over his big cock. Size-wise, she’d say he was at least nine inches long, with a veined thickness that made him even more magnificent.

  “Do all Maddox men have big cocks? I mean, I’ve seen and read a lot about sex, Ethan. And you seem a lot bigger than most mortal men. You’re certainly bigger than any guy I’ve been with.”

  “You don’t need to be thinking about any Maddox but me. I am more than proud of my cock. I’ll certainly please you. That’s what counts.”

  “So big and thick,” she said, wanting to praise him and stroke him. “Can I touch you?”

  He reached out and ran his big hand through her long straight hair. Slowly, gently, he combed, seeming to praise her for remembering to ask him for what she wanted.

  “You may, but only to guide me into you.”

  Morgan sighed with need. “Hell yeah, Ethan,” she agreed.

  Ethan helped her move to lie flat on the mattress. Fully protected by the condom, he climbed onto the bed, centering himself right on top of her.

  Careful to keep his greater weight from crushing her, he secured his arms on either side of her shoulders. “I love you,” he said, slowly lowering himself down.

  His splendidly nude body met hers. He was hard and sculpted, but uncommonly smooth and angular where he needed to be. His strength made her aware of her softness, her slighter curves and soft legs.

  His rock-hard cock slid along her belly, teasing her, thrilling her. The lubrication of the condom left a damp trail.

  Thank goodness she’d used depilatories Monday afternoon to remove the hair on her legs and underarms. Everything she wanted to be hairless was still smooth. Ethan’s strong legs were lightly covered with coarse blond hair. The sensation of his skin against hers was splendidly masculine.

  Perfectly aligned now, he made no move to shift his hips enough to center his cock to her pussy. His mouth touched hers, sweetly soft and romantic in its simplicity.

  His scent, taste and maleness were all around her, becoming part of her. Curiously aware that her quim was empty, she remembered that it was up to her to make the next move.

  Pushing her hand between their stomachs, her hand touched heaven when she stroked his cock head. Ethan broke their kiss to begin peppering her face with kisses. His tongue stroked, dabbed.

  Humming and loving every luscious second of his attention, Morgan arched her neck, offering her pulse. Ethan pounced on her offer with a vengeance, biting down on her skin to hold her in place.

  Once he had her securely where he wanted her to be, he lifted up a little to give her free access to his big dick. As she’d known, her fingers couldn’t fit all the way around. They didn’t need to. A swipe of her thumb over the latex-covered head and squeeze of her fingers told her he liked to have his helmet played with.

  Ethan shifted, splitting her thighs wider and following her hand’s guidance as she fit his penis to her soaking-wet pussy. “Take me as I am, Ethan. Claim me.”

  He released her throat long enough to heal the stinging with some enticing, succulent sucking. Ethan was leaving his mark, proving that he was Morgan’s man in all things and the Alpha grizzly in him was claiming its mate.

  Despite her demand, Ethan didn’t thrust deep all at once. He penetrated ever so slowly, remaining cognizant of how long it’d been since she’d had sex while making certain she felt his big thick cock parting her tight inner walls to make her feel every single blessed inch.

  It had been way too long since she’d experienced lovemaking at all. To be taken with such gentleness and devotion was awe-inspiring. At last, he was seated as deeply as she could humanly take at the moment.

  “I love you, Ethan Maddox,” she murmured, feeling loved, complete.

  Ethan freed her neck. “Love you too,” he reassured, continuing to feast upon her delicate skin.

  Despite the fact that she’d recently come, the sexual tension within her built once more. Partially because Ethan stayed so very still when she wanted him to move and partially because he was so incredibly huge there was no doubt that she’d been claimed.

  “Don’t be gentle. I can take anything you’ve got, big boy.”

  “You can take anything, sweetie.” With that, he withdrew as slowly as he’d entered, pushed in again, withdrew and thrust hard and deep, with the power she now craved.

  Thrilled beyond anything she could hope for, Morgan answered every thrust, countered every roll of his hips and strength of his thrusts. If he could claim her, so she could claim him.

  About to lift her legs to encircle his waist, Ethan shook his head no, flipping them around so quickly that he ended up flat on the mattress, putting Morgan on top.

  “Ride me, honey. Take me as hard as you want, as gently as you want. You can
’t break me, but you’ll sure as hell come.”

  With Ethan’s permission, Morgan had to momentarily readjust herself because the rollover caused them to disengage.

  Moving up on her knees, she lowered, once again feeling the power and strength of Ethan’s erection entering her body. He didn’t move as she descended, letting her have control.

  “You’re incredibly tight,” he growled once she was fully seated. “Your warmth is indescribable. Take what you want, Morgan. Pleasure is yours.”

  Never more aware of her power, she lifted up and sank back down, each time taking him a little harder, a little faster. Ethan’s hands came to tease her breasts, his fingers plucking at her erect nipples. Pleasure winged its way from her breasts to her clitoris. The impact of crushing her quim down onto him hit every feminine spot.

  As much control as he’d handed to her, she became aware of when the momentum swung back into his court when he began to meet her descent with a hard, relentless lift and thrust of his hips, driving his cock home. She may have been on top, but there was no doubt Ethan was the more dominant lover from the bottom.

  Once again, the humming, vibrating tension within her pussy and clit grew taut, threatening to splinter into thousands of little pieces. He pushed up onto his elbows, changing the way he thrust, putting more force into it.

  Chasing the orgasm hovering just beyond her reach, she cried out for mercy. “So close, Ethan. Almost there,” she growled, driving herself harder, demanding more.

  Ethan collapsed onto the bed. “You got it, baby. Take it. Own your orgasms.”

  Encouraged, Morgan shifted enough that she had to reach behind herself and brace her hands on his knees. The change was the spark she needed to ignite. This time the orgasm was stronger, deeper, more satisfying, as if it consumed her very soul.

  Coming back to earth, Morgan slumped down over her man. But Ethan was still very erect.

  “Fuck me until you come! I dare you, Sir!”

  “Who’s your man, Morgan?”

  “You are.”

  “Whose cock owns your pussy?”

  “Yours,” she said, feeling blessedly happy even though her arms and legs had turned to putty.