“Is she doing all right? She was given a terrible fright.”
“She’s good. Thank you for asking. I’ve got some work to do myself. Keep us updated.”
“Will do,” Officer Barrett agreed, ending the call.
Ethan knew that processing evidence took time. If they got a fingerprint, that’d be great. But if the person wielding the flashlight had never been fingerprinted and wasn’t in AFIS it wouldn’t help much.
Until they knew something, he was going to run a background check on Erica White’s boyfriend and see what he could find out.
Morgan came into the kitchen fifteen minutes later. She wore a long black skirt and matching blouse. Her feet were bare. Her hair was pulled back in a braid and she’d applied a little makeup. She didn’t really need it. She was beautiful no matter what.
But she was even more so right then, partially because she had a post-sex glow and mainly because she was radiant with love. “Hi there,” she said to him shyly, turning her eyes away when he stared too long.
“Hi,” he replied, closing the laptop and standing to move up to her. “You don’t have to look away, you know.”
“I thought submissives were supposed to.”
“Some are required to. There will be times when I’ll blindfold you or have you lower your eyes. But it’ll be in the spirit of a scene and meant to increase your pleasure. Unless I say otherwise, look all you want.”
“And if I want to play, what happens?”
Ethan reached out to stroke her pretty elven face so that she knew he’d meant it when he said she could look at him. “You already know what you must do when you want something from me.”
She inclined her chin slightly. “Yes, I do. Thank you, Master.”
“You’re welcome. Want to make dinner now?”
“Sure. How about I crank up the iHome unit while you open a couple of beers?”
Hot damn! A woman who liked beer as much as he did, Ethan was a lucky sonofagun. He’d take it. Yeah, he would.
“Deal,” he said.
Morgan flipped on the stereo unit, started the iPod Touch attached and got some alternative rock blasting. Ethan plucked two bottles of ale out of the fridge, opened them both and handed one off to her.
He kept hold of the bottle on the chance that her psychometry mojo would sound off by touching the bottle. As soon as she nodded, he let go. It took her a second, but then she grinned and took a sip.
“Did you get something from the bottle when I dropped my hand?”
“Briefly, nothing dramatic and easily processed, don’t worry.”
“Excellent,” he replied, glad she was all right. “I was wondering about something.”
“What’s on your mind?”
“I’m going to have to go back to work in a few days. I just talked to the police officer handling your case. There could be a break tomorrow from a witness and Alex reported the discovery of a broken flashlight behind the dumpster outside.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
“We can only hope there’s a fingerprint. Unfortunately, processing fingerprints takes far more time than cop drama TV shows indicate. Even if they get a hit, there’s no guarantee that the person’s prints are on file to begin with.”
“If that’s the case, where are we going with this?”
“I’m not real comfortable leaving you alone during the day.”
“I wouldn’t be alone. I’m next door to your brother’s tattoo shop and Cassie’s diner. I’ll have a clerk with me at work. Maybe Remy would consider staying too.”
Common sense told him that Morgan was right. It didn’t mean he liked it. “Phalen and Cassie don’t come home for another week. Taran will be around though, so I’m more comfortable with that. Remy’s going to have to go back to filming his show when he can.”
“If you’re insinuating that I shouldn’t go back to work, I’m not going to let what happened to me at the castle stop me from living my life.”
“Not at all,” Ethan stated and set his ale on a counter. “What I’d like you to consider is getting a dog.”
“A dog, really, Ethan?” she said, placing her bottle next to his and dancing a little. “I love dogs! But I can’t have animals at my apartment.”
“Well, you can have one at your shop, can’t you?”
“Yes. The place is mine. I don’t serve food. I would have to keep him or her in the back while customers were in the building.”
“Then he’ll stay with you at the shop during the day. At night, we’ll either take the dog to the brownstone or ask Phalen and Cassie if they’ll let the dog stay here. The other possibility is Phalen’s studio apartment over his tat shop. We could move in there whenever we stay in Salem and it’s huge.”
“We’d have to ask them first.”
“It’s only fair. Maddox pets belong to the whole family. Samson and Delilah are as much ours as they are Cassie and Phalen’s. But when you’re ready, I’m hoping we’ll make a home together.”
“You, me and the dog,” Morgan said, seeming to like that thought very much.
He smoothed his hand back to her ponytail, slowly wrapping the long tail around his fingers. “We made a commitment to each other upstairs. You’re a Maddox now, Morgan. Getting a dog will help keep you safe and we’ll get a start on creating our own little family.”
“In that case, I’d love to get a dog.”
“Great. Alex and Ryan are friends with a veterinarian. I’m sure the vet can help us find a good dog.”
“Promise me you’ll ask Phalen and Cassie if they’re okay with babysitting the dog when necessary.”
“I will.”
“I should warn you. I like big dogs.”
“Good. Although no one should underestimate the tenaciousness of a Terrier, I was thinking of finding a mixed breed.”
“Any dog would be fine. Shelters frequently have great dogs that just need good homes. Thank you for wanting me to be safe.”
“I love you. I’ll always do my best to keep you safe.”
Morgan lifted up on her toes and kissed him. Ethan brought her in close to deepen the kiss. Hunger was the only reason he let her go.
As soon as they got the matter of the dog settled, they worked together to chop vegetables for stir-fry and found Asian noodles in the pantry. While Ethan thawed and fried up a sliced chicken breast in a separate skillet for some protein, Morgan worked on the veggies and noodles.
They made a great team. The music was awesome. They stopped from time to time to drink beer and dance around the kitchen while dinner sizzled on the stove.
Later, after dinner was done, the beer was empty and iPod was turned off, they headed back upstairs for bed. They each took a turn in the bathroom. The cats were off doing who-knew-what. Ethan closed the bedroom door so he and Morgan could have the room to themselves.
Ethan checked to make sure the closet door was closed tight. It was fine. When he turned back, he saw a naked Morgan make a dash to the bathroom. She must have undressed while he was locking the bedroom door.
He heard her rummaging around in the vanity cabinet. A few seconds later, she returned with a bottle of body lotion.
“My skin’s a little dry,” she explained, perching on the edge of the bed to apply the lotion to her arms and legs.
Ethan drew his tee shirt up and off, tossing it to the laundry basket in the corner of the room. The basket was getting full. They’d have to do some wash tomorrow.
Walking right up to the bed, he plucked the lotion out of her hand and sat beside her. “Move around so I can reach your back,” he offered.
Morgan grinned and shifted as told. Squirting a big blob of white lotion onto his palm, he first warmed it between his hands, then worked it into her skin. The lotion smelled nice, fresh and faintly of something spicy. She smelled better, aroused and enticing.
“You don’t have to do this,” she said.
“Yes I do.” He’d driven her hard today. Her ass still bore a few red
streaks from the spanking he’d given her in the clubroom.
She’d demanded anal sex without making an offering. He’d warned her of what would happen if she did that. He made good on it. It had all been surreal and heady, sending him into Dom-space as she went into orbit from the naughty fucking and discipline.
“Lie across my lap, honey. I want to make sure I haven’t damaged your skin.”
If he did, he’d let Taran kick his ass the next time they sparred. It would serve him right.
She placed herself over his lap as asked, giving no indication that she was upset or scared of him. Taking a good long look at her luscious backside, he relaxed when he saw mild handprints.
Aware that her ass was probably sore, he noticed the lotion had cocoa butter in it and thought it would help her skin heal. Gently as possible, he applied lotion to her soft backside.
“I’ve marked you,” he observed. “But the redness will fade by morning.”
“You have, Detective, as you did the other day with that slapper,” she answered proudly. “I’m not in pain, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Maybe not, but I bet if I touched your asshole, you’d deck me.”
Morgan laughed softly. “I can’t deny that. Maybe I’ll get one of your brothers to teach me how to break boards with my bare hands. Then I’ll have a dog to protect me and martial arts to keep you in line.”
“I’ll teach you self-defense. It’s always a good idea. Trust me. You’ll never have to break something to tell me to back off. You’re new to anal sex. Twice in several days is a lot to ask. I’ll not take you that way for a while. Okay?”
“I do trust you. I’m not complaining about the soreness. In this case, it means I had the wildest, wickedest sex of my life recently. Waiting is good. But I’ll heal and I hope you’ll teach me all kinds of ways to enjoy sex, including more anal sex. Maybe I’ll fuck you!”
“I’ll teach you everything I know,” Ethan promised.
That’s all he could promise. Would it be wild? Yes. Would he take her in ways she’d never imagined? Yes. They had a lifetime to figure out all the ways they could fuck.
Tonight, he was simply going to make love to her.
Placing the bottle of lotion on the bedside table, he stood up and unzipped his jeans as she watched. Getting naked was a matter of tugging his pants off. He tossed them and Morgan was watching with wide-eyed innocence and a sultry smile.
He was about to get in bed when she did the unexpected. She jumped up a second before he would have taken her down to the mattress.
“Morgan! What are you doing?”
“Making room for you to crawl under the covers,” she answered.
“Come back here,” he invited, holding out his hand.
“Not until you lie down.”
She stood her ground, looking proud as a queen. Her skin glowed from being rubbed with lotion. Her smile changed from sultry to mischievous. Her nipples were taut. Her nudity was something to behold.
Ethan decided then and there that aside from having her remove the hair from her underarms and legs, he wouldn’t have her shave her mound unless she wanted to do it or if she really misbehaved.
Moving under the covers, Ethan reclined and tucked the covers around his waist. “Bedtime, honey,” he invited again, waiting for her to move.
She finally did, only she went to the foot of the bed, unbound her hair, lifted the covers and crawled underneath.
“Morgan!”
She stayed silent, slowly crawling up until she reached his feet. Her mouth brushed the sole of his left foot, then the right. She kept going, making him hard as fuck by offering kisses and licks to his chins, knees and inner thighs.
The closer she got to his cock, the slower she went. Her hair swept his groin, feeling incredibly good and soft as silk.
“Morgan, you know what you’re supposed to do if you want something.”
Hell of it was, she didn’t answer. She kissed the head of his dick, deliberately, reverently. Her tongue swirled continuously, finding the underside where he was most sensitive and flicking ultra-fast.
“Fuckin’ hell, woman, you keep that up, you’re asking for trouble. Get up here and stop messing around.”
Morgan stopped kissing his cock head. “Don’t you understand, Master? You’ve taught me the power of the dark side. Let me love you. You can discipline me tomorrow.”
“Oh I will, Morgan. I will.” Reaching beneath the covers, he easily found her head and pushed her face down to his dick. “Right now, suck my cock. Stop before I come down your throat and there will be hell to pay.”
Dammit, she chuckled. The warmth of her breath teased his balls before he felt the tip of her tongue play with his scrotum, forcing him to bite his lip. He’d get her back. Man, he would have his revenge and she’d find out what it meant to disobey her Master.
After that, he lost focus on all but the delicious way she sucked him off. Clever little vixen managed to bring him to the brink twice, backing off just before he blew, then resuming her talented ministrations.
The closer he came to climax, the stronger she sucked. Her fingers gripped the girth of his cock and began an up-and-down jerking motion that centered right beneath his crown. His hips surged upward and reality spun out of control.
All that existed for him right then was her mouth, her hand, his cock and the explosion of cum jetting down her throat.
If it meant Morgan really did have him wrapped around her little finger, so be it. He’d go wherever she wanted as long as she kept swallowing and testing his mettle.
She would answer for her insubordination. That could come later. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, for now, Ethan shoved the covers down, grabbed Morgan up and dragged her over him until she was wrapped right on top of him.
“You can be the top this time, sweetie,” he granted. “Whatever you want, you’ve earned it.”
“Thank you, Detective.”
“Not Detective in bed anymore. It’s cute when you call me that, but I’m your Master, sweet sub. Even when you’re topping me, I call the shots.”
Morgan tossed her head, her hair swinging back some. “What would you have of me, Master?”
“To hold me,” he told her.
“Nothing more?”
He kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. Drawing back, he said, “All you need to do right now is settle on top of me and rest. I’ll reward you as soon as I can do more than kiss.”
“And here I thought you’d discipline me.”
Running his hand down to her soft backside, he stroked the spots he knew still bore his palm print. “I will tomorrow night. Now be a good sub and kiss your Master.”
Morgan bowed her head, then lifted her eyes to look at him as their mouths drew close enough to touch. Whispering his name, she set her mouth against his, seducing him with the timid foray of her tongue into his mouth until his head started spinning and his heart sped up faster than when he’d skated first line in a three-period hockey game.
Unable to resist her, he snagged her hair with his hands and held her very still. Even though she was on top, he kept control of her head as he ravaged her mouth, enslaving her to him.
As soon as she sighed in compliance, he freed her hair and gentled his touch, purposefully keeping the skim of his palms up and down the slope of her back light and their kiss wickedly sexy.
They bit at each other’s lips. They sucked, tongued, nipped and crushed their lips so harshly that their teeth ground together. It was almost painful.
Yet it increased Morgan’s desire. He turned his head to nip sharply at the tender area beneath her chin, causing her to split her legs until his knee was up against her quim. Riding his knee, she ground her pussy against him, drenching him with female cum.
Arousal gripped his gonads, making him rock-hard. Morgan’s sighs were plentiful. Her feminine need became more acute.
Soon she shifted, allowing room for him to push his dick up against her mound. The next th
ing he knew, they were humping each other as if they were teenagers gone wild.
It wasn’t much later that he grasped her waist, lifted her hips off the bed and thrust into the hot tight well of her cunt. She took him good and hard, thrusting back at him with everything she had.
When it wasn’t enough, they flipped around to their sides and then spun over until she was astride him, taking his cock inside the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever known. Whatever way he placed her, she went, and through it all Morgan was his willing partner.
He wasn’t gentle. Neither was she. He bit her twice. She bit his shoulder, leaving an imprint of teeth. He scratched, she pulled his hair. She dug her fingers into his back. He spanked her bottom, making certain she felt the sting.
Ethan let out a bear’s roar, ultimately pulling out of her and tackling Morgan until she was flat beneath him on the bed with her face down.
“Who’s on top now, sweet?”
“Master,” she grumbled into her pillow, trying to buck him off.
“Stay still,” he commanded. “Stay very, very still so you can feel this coming.”
Morgan rested quietly, presenting her bare ass and letting him have his way. Her permission was sweet. With it, Ethan readjusted his dick until he carefully guided his cock head into her soft, tight pussy and buried himself deep.
He thrust once, twice, purposefully pushing her quim against the bed so she would come. As soon as her vagina began clutching his cock, he came like a runaway freight train, filling her with jizz.
Morgan cried out, accepting every drop. Feeling himself shake until he was spent, he ended up collapsed over her back, doing his best not to crush her.
“Sonofabitch, that was good,” he declared.
“Just think, we’ll only get better.”
He laughed at that. “Yes, yes we will, Morgan. What I love right now is the fact that you’ve got my seed filling up your pussy. Get some rest, as soon as I can move, I’m going to come inside you again. Not until you’re so full of my cum that it’s dripping out of you will we settle in for the night.”
“You better live up to that promise, Master. Otherwise, your sub may object by sending you to the sofa.”
“No. I sleep with you no matter how pissed off you get.”
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