Cuff Master

by Frances Stockton

  “Do you permit me to begin preparing your tight ass for my cock?” he requested, yanking her panties so hard they shredded and disappeared.

  Her ass felt hot and red. She was a little dizzy from her head-to-seat position, but she wasn’t worried about a headache or the spanking. Even though it had stung, the zinging going on under her flesh had awakened a fire within her that burned as bright as the sun.

  “I do, Detective,” she permitted, even though she was suddenly nervous.

  Ethan was talking anal sex here. She’d never thought about it as something she’d want to do until the two of them read an erotic scene from a Ransom Hunter novel that featured anal intercourse.

  The vampire-for-hire hero was a sex master who fucked women and men in order to feed. And the author had a way with words that had turned both Ethan and Morgan on.

  The chapter had made Morgan curious to know how it felt to be taken in such a forbidden way. Ethan told her what it felt like from a man’s perspective. Afterward, they tossed the book aside and he fucked her doggie-style and teased her asshole with his thick thumb.

  “You are very brave, sub. It makes me proud to be your Master.” His hand swept up and down her ass cheeks.

  One of his fingers was cool, sleek and oiled. His palm slid to the crack of her butt, his thumb and pinkie spreading her cheeks wide for the ultra-smooth glide of a long lubricated finger pushing into her ass.

  Biting down on her lip, she breathed in and took it. The fiery bite that followed the invasion of his finger in her asshole triggered a flood of moisture from her pussy. The eroticism, the merciless push and feel of him stretching her made her whole body tense with the need to come.

  “Oh god, oh fucking hell, Master, that’s so fucking wicked and so very good,” she muttered, not even aware if he could hear her.

  “Good girl, good, very good,” he praised, pushing two fingers in and out, fucking her with them as her body caved in to being taken in such a naughty way.

  He withdrew just as she began to rock her hips and push her breasts against the solid back of the lounge chair. “Need to come or fuck or something, please, Master. Please!”

  “Lift your head and look at something,” he said, using one hand to grasp her hair and bring her up with a sharp tug.

  As always, he didn’t threaten her stitches or cause pain. Even at his most dominating, Ethan was a man who’d never harm another person, especially her.

  Keeping that in mind, she showed no fear as he compelled her to look at a dual-sided leather paddle.

  “What is it?” she asked. He hadn’t told her she couldn’t ask questions. She should be safe from further trouble.

  “A slapper. Do you know what it’s for?”

  Wanting to test him a bit, Morgan smirked. “I assume you’re planning to paddle me with it. Do you think it will scare me?”

  “It’s going to sting. I don’t mean the way my palm stung your backside. It’s double. One side strikes, the second slaps the first. If it’s too much for you to take today, say so and I’ll get something softer.”

  “Discipline is going to happen no matter what I decide?”

  “Discipline stops when you want it to stop, always. Do we stop altogether or proceed with this or something else? Your other choice is a flogger.”

  “Can’t we just fuck, Ethan?”

  He tightened his hand on her hair. “Don’t you want to fly? You’re already buzzing all over.”

  “Yes. I want to go as far as you will take me.”

  “With me, you will. Do we continue with the slapper? Have your say now.”

  Morgan was scared. She wasn’t going to deny it. At the same time, her pussy was creaming with the evidence of how badly she wanted, no, needed to fuck. Ethan was so firm, so dominant and in charge, she couldn’t resist the wickedness the dual-sided paddle presented.

  “If you make it so I can’t sit for a day when this is done, you’re cut off until I decide I’m ready to fuck again.”

  “That a yes, sub?”

  “Yes, Master!”

  “Head to the cushion as you were,” he instructed, guiding her ever so gently down. “Keep your legs spread wide.”

  She hadn’t moved her legs. At least, she didn’t think she had. Bracing herself as much as possible, her arms were getting a bit sore, though she wasn’t in any true discomfort.

  “When you’re ready to be fucked, tell me where you want my dick. Your cunt or your ass, it’s your choice.”

  It was odd that she only just realized Ethan was naked. He must have undressed before he came into the room. Clothes would have given him away. She might never know how he managed to bring in cuffs, lube and a paddle.

  Brilliant man, she thought, just as he bent close and whispered, “Be brave. Nothing I ever do will harm you, okay? The cuffs have a fail-safe if you get scared.”

  “Not afraid of you, Detective. Go ahead and slap me with that thing. See who caves first and demands to be fucked.”

  “It’ll be you, lover.”

  With that, the flexible leather paddle connected with the flesh of her ass, twice. The sting was indescribably harsher and more insistent than a spanking. It quickly dawned on her that he hadn’t paddled twice. The leather pieces were flexible, creating a dual slapping noise that resounded so loudly that she gasped.

  “Ohmigod,” she cried out, incredulous at the seductive, merciless heat that spread through her entire body.

  He paddled her ass again, deliberately alternating which side he paddled to keep her guessing and sending slivers of volcanic desire through her entire being. If he wasn’t superb at handling her discipline, the paddling would hurt.

  Instead, he awakened a dark, seductive need within her. With every second that passed, she wanted to fuck more. She was so turned-on that she could feel the moisture drip down her inner thighs.

  “Do you want more, sub?” her Master demanded.

  Heat centered low in her feminine core, teasing her clit and empty pussy, making her cry out, “Yes, more, please, help me come.”

  Feeling a bit like she was standing outside of herself watching, she imagined her ass was red hot with marks the same shape as the slender paddle. She felt the heaviness of Ethan’s hand on her skin, the stroke of his fingers and the uncommon gentleness in his touch.

  At all times, he remained connected to her through the gift of touch. Gradually, she became aware that he no longer paddled her ass. His hand rose and fell. She heard the slapping sounds. Her skin tingled with awareness of him as her Master.

  But Ethan was striking something else, his palm maybe, taking the worst of the pain into his keeping. The skill it took to do that stunned her, making the impact of being disciplined that much more magical.

  The darkness of it all suddenly set off the need to be fucked mercilessly, like right now!

  “More paddling or do we fuck?” he requested, paddling once, twice and a third time. On the third, he’d wedged his finger between her ass cheeks and teased her asshole.

  “Mercy, fuck me,” she pled. “Must come, have to come.”

  Ethan dropped the slapper on the cushion, letting it land very close to her head with a thump. A foil wrapper crinkled and the empty condom package landed by the slapper. A squirt followed, the sound of his firm hand stroking his cock teased her.

  “Please! I need you, Master.”

  “Pussy or ass, choose.”

  He came up very close, continuing to use her skirt, off-kilter blouse and the cuffs to keep her as his prisoner. The glorious feel of his naked, superbly muscled body snuggling up behind her hot ass calmed her, centered her.

  The bulbous head of his cock nudged the crack of her ass, prepared to move up a bit if she said ass or down if she said pussy. Refusing to be afraid of anything Ethan wanted of her, Morgan made the ultimate surrender.

  “Ass, please, Master.” Thank goodness he’d left a disposable anal douche in the bathroom that morning, giving her a not-so-blatant hint that they’d engage in anal sex s
ometime soon and not just enjoy finger play after reading erotica together.

  “You are the sweetest lover I’ve ever known, Morgan,” he bestowed, suddenly showing some mercy by unlocking the cuffs to free her wrists and toss them aside.

  The change and rush of blood was almost more painful than the paddling. She whimpered out loud, shaking a bit.

  “You okay?” he whispered, his firm hands rubbing her shoulders to ease the needle-pricking sensation.

  “I’m fine, thank you, Master.” As soon as she was ready, his arms came around her middle to gently guide her up.

  “Use the chair to brace yourself. So proud of you,” he bestowed, kissing the back of her head as she propped herself on the chair.

  The head of his shaft parted her back passage, entering. Fire spread from his point of entry, biting at first. He didn’t push hard, but he didn’t back off or shy away when Morgan gasped and hissed a little. He hugged her tighter, kissing her head again and uttering words meant to reassure her.

  At first it was scary, a little harsh and unrelenting. Strangely, it didn’t hurt as much as she’d feared. With every inch of latex-lubricated cock she took, the erotic, edgy burn morphed into hedonistic pleasure far naughtier and more thrilling than she’d ever imagined.

  Yet as filled as her ass was right then, her pussy was empty.

  “Let go, Morgan. Fuck me back. You’re incredibly hot and tight, sweetie, damn. Not going to last too long, come with me.”

  Releasing her inner sex goddess, Morgan arched and took his cock as deeply as possible. “Do it, Detective. Claim ownership of my ass as you claimed everything else.”

  Ethan grunted harshly, setting up a rhythm that took her to a whole new plane of existence. Feeling as though they were dancing on air, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, sensations and wonder.

  Through it all, he remained her anchor, keeping her safe and giving her so much love and kindness even as he fucked her in the most forbidden of ways. She was awed, loved and completely, utterly taken.

  Ethan’s right hand maneuvered between her thighs, unerringly finding her pussy to relieve the ache and tension that the ass fucking caused. Two big fingers pushed into her vaginal opening, his thumb crushing her clit with the same intensity as his grinding, thrusting hips.

  “Fucking hell, Morgan, I can feel my cock in your ass!” Stunned by his revelation, Morgan slowed to appreciate the depth of being fingered, loving the way he caressed the thin membrane separating her pussy and ass.

  Morgan loved every ferocious minute of it! The naughty side of her nature exploded. A side she rarely explored because she’d feared people would perceive her as weird.

  Look at her now. She took Ethan Maddox’s huge porn-star-sized cock deep in her ass and got off on it. A firestorm of orgasm spread through her until she couldn’t tell what felt better, having her clit manipulated, her pussy finger-fucked or her ass getting rammed.

  Letting go, Morgan came with a ferocity that couldn’t be described, multiplying her desire for more. It was almost criminal how the aftershocks of climax kept setting off another and another.

  Hearing herself shout to the rafters, Morgan rejoiced at the sound of Ethan’s hoarse voice joining hers. “Coming, baby,” he announced, shaking a little as the storm gradually faded.

  The buzz running through her entire body from multiple orgasms set her off on a sweet, heady journey that made it feel as if she’d left earth and floated around the universe. Closing her eyes, she went with it, floating, flying, going wherever Ethan guided her.

  Ever so slowly, she came back down, discovering they’d moved to the loveseat. He was still murmuring, still holding her across his lap, as always her anchor keeping her safe.

  His arms were strong. His mouth was soft as he peppered loving kisses all over her face.

  “I love you so much, Morgan,” he told her, wrapping her close long enough to share a tender kiss. Sweet in its simplicity, he didn’t rush her or do more than tease her mouth with the taste of his tongue darting in between her lips.

  “Hmm,” she murmured when he drew back. “Where are my boots?”

  “I took them off you, ditched the condom and adjusted your clothes after I’d carried you here while you were in off in subspace. You were gone for a bit. You okay?”

  “I feel invincible right now,” she admitted.

  “Good, you’re incredibly brave.”

  Ethan made her feel strong, passionate and capable of handling the kind of love that only he could give her. He loved her. She knew it now beyond a shadow of a doubt.

  “Have to admit, Ethan,” she whispered, incapable of raising her voice. “I never once thought I might do that with a man. I don’t mean anal sex, well, okay, I really never thought I’d do that. But I meant the whole bondage, submission and discipline thing.”

  “Sometimes doing the unexpected is exciting. And seeing how much you got off on being cuffed, I now know bondage is your kink. As soon as the cuffs were on, you were close to orgasm.”

  “You certainly know how to show a woman a good time.”

  “Do I now? Do tell me more, milady.”

  Morgan giggled. He was so adorable right then. “And give you an even bigger head? I think not.”

  “More than my head is big and you know it.”

  “What are you, nine inches, maybe ten?”

  “I’ve never concerned myself with size.”

  “Liar. Men know. You’ve measured, admit it.”

  “No need to measure myself. I’ve never had any complaints.”

  Morgan pushed out of his arms, intentionally slugging him. “How dare you tease me that way?”

  “Already admitted girls loved me. To my credit, I wasn’t the heartbreaker of the Maddox brothers.”

  “Taran was,” Morgan guessed.

  “No denying the truth. As to the measuring, want to be the first woman to get a ruler?”

  “Only to spank you with it,” she countered.

  “Spank me, I spank back. To concede to your curiosity and the fact that I’m proud of you, when erect, my cock is nine and a half inches and as thick as my wrist. Satisfied?”

  She was curious as to how he knew. But she supposed there were some things men had the right to keep to themselves. “Very satisfied, but also very sore.”

  “Too much? I’ll ease up.”

  “No, I’m okay. Better than okay, I feel like I’m buzzing from too much champagne but without the headache.”

  “That’s a good thing. Considering how bravely you submitted, would you like to enjoy the buzz in bed? Once you’re comfortable, you’ll likely sleep for a while.”

  “I’d love that,” she agreed, thinking she’d have to stand up.

  Ethan kissed her quick, picked her up and carried her out of the attic and right down the steps. By the time they reached their bedroom, the cats reappeared, rushing into the room to hop on the bed.

  “Little he-devil gave me up,” Morgan said, gesturing to Samson who perched proudly on her pillow.

  “Don’t get mad at him. I knew where you were the whole time. He can’t help but love the ladies. I just waited outside the door until Samson provided the distraction I needed to reach you undetected.”

  “How did you know?”

  “Jasmine,” he answered. “One thing trackers use to find a suspect is their scent.”

  “I didn’t use incense at the shop today.”

  “You use it enough that it’s part of you. You don’t smell it because your senses are used to it. Don’t worry. I love your scent, Morgan.”

  “I love yours too,” she said, feeling uncommonly happy and free.

  Yes, her ass was sore and her butt cheeks were on fire. But it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, the heat added to the low-level buzz firing along her nerve endings.

  What made the day even better was the gentleness Ethan used when he took her first to the shower, stripped her naked and stepped inside with her to scrub them both with soap and warm water.

 
It was heaven to be taken care of. After showering, Morgan wanted to brush her teeth. He helped her with that, then lifted her up into his arms.

  Returning to the bedroom, he positioned her on the bed, helping her to lie on his big pillow without upsetting Samson from where he’d curled up on her pillow.

  Tugging the covers up and over her shoulders, he climbed in beside her and hugged her close so they could share the same pillow. It was cozy, sweet and loving.

  Cuddling with the love of her life, Morgan sighed in fulfillment. Life was pretty good.

  She’d love to have answers as to what happened at Druid Creek Castle. She still wanted to help Jenna. That would never change.

  But she had Ethan Maddox’s heart. That was a prize she would never let go.

  Closing her eyes when he nudged his nose into the crook of her neck, she gave in to the sleep her body needed to recover.

  Chapter Seven

  Ethan woke up with an erection.

  Not that it surprised him. He was pressed up against the sweetest, hottest, tightest ass he’d ever known.

  Even after nearly two weeks of lovemaking, fucking and all manner of bondage and discipline, he couldn’t get enough of Morgan Everhart. Although he had worked with his partner Sam via online and a smartphone whenever he could, he inevitably hung up and went to search out his woman.

  Earlier today, he’d taken her on the stairs leading to the kitchen, not caring that the cats were watching or that it had been so fast and furious, they’d both come in a matter of minutes. After that, he’d taken her to the clubroom and they’d played a game of pool.

  Morgan had teased him saucily with a pool cue, going so far as to straddle it. Before she actually humped the damn thing, he had her naked and spread-eagle on the pool table. Fucking her pussy hadn’t been enough though. His woman cried out to be ass-fucked.

  Only when they’d gone to the attic had he done so and he’d vowed to give her sore ass a couple days’ reprieve. But with her wanton demands, he inevitably jerked her to her knees, somehow managing to avoid the overhead light fixture as he gave her what she needed.

  Fortunately, he’d used a lubricated condom for her comfort and there’d been no stains on the table because he’d had the presence of mind to put a towel down first or else Phalen would get pissed. But dammit, Ethan was getting fucking tired of condoms.