Cuff Master

by Frances Stockton

  Ethan stayed buried in her. He’d soften and slide out in a couple of minutes. But he would keep their groins locked as close together as possible unless she had to pee or he did.

  Morgan sighed, not putting up any argument. Ethan did shift some of his weight and maneuvered them so that they could spoon together without breaking the closeness.

  “If you did want my ass again, I’d let you take it,” she whispered.

  “No, baby, I’m a horny sonofabitch right now, but I’m not heartless. As brave as you are, I’ve no doubt you’d let me do anything to you. That’s why I won’t.”

  “You don’t want to hurt me.”

  “How can I hurt the woman I love? It goes against everything I know.”

  “Some Doms hurt their subs. I’ve read BDSM erotica. I’ve researched and seen terrible cruelty. Don’t get me wrong. What you did to me in the attic a few days ago was wildly sexy and today you showed me more glimpses into the lifestyle downstairs. I loved it and want more.”

  “I’m a Master, not a sadist, Morgan. There’s a line between darkly erotic discipline and sadism and masochism that I’ll never cross or require you to test.”

  “I’m a lucky sub. I’m not sure all Dominants are as good as you.”

  “I’ve the benefit of my big brother. Like my father, I was born Dominant, as was Taran. But Phalen studied and mastered the lifestyle so he could teach us the right way to treat our submissives.”

  “I do love your brother, Ethan. I know that if I ever needed him, he would be there.”

  “Yes he would. So would Taran, so would Cassie. That’s what family does for each other.”

  “Agree,” she said tiredly, fighting off a yawn.

  Ethan rested his head close to hers, kissed her nape and hugged her around the middle. He’d honor his word and let her recover. As soon as he was hard again, they’d fuck and he loved that the condoms were still in the drawer.

  They’d remain there unless they were having anal sex or he was doing something to her that required extra lubrication. The possibilities were endless. He was glad he’d discovered that with Morgan.

  When he knew the sonofabitch who hurt his woman was rotting in jail, he’d make her a Maddox in every way that counted.

  Chapter Eight

  On Friday morning, Morgan woke up to bright sunshine streaming into the bedroom. The level of light indicated that she’d slept in way past her norm.

  Two big kittens were currently curled up on the mattress, taking up much of the space that would normally be Ethan’s side of the bed.

  Where he was, she had no idea. It was completely silent in the bathroom, not even a drip from a faucet indicating that he’d been in there recently.

  Pushing herself up on her elbows, she let the covers slide down to her waist, unintentionally waking up Delilah.

  “Sorry, baby kitty,” she said softly, reaching out to offer a scratch to Delilah’s chin, her favorite rub spot.

  Delilah debated her options and arched her head up for permission to scratch. Samson woke as soon as he realized his sister was getting attention. Samson had no problem standing up, stretching lazily and meandering across the bed to Morgan’s lap.

  “You really did give me up the other day,” Morgan complained to the feline even as he draped himself on her lap and began to purr.

  The purring was so sweet that she couldn’t stay mad at him. It wasn’t his fault for wanting to play.

  “So where’s your uncle this morning?” she asked the kitties.

  “Right here,” Ethan announced, pushing the bedroom door wide open.

  It took a second, but she realized he’d kicked it with his foot. His hands were occupied with a breakfast tray. “What’s this all about, Ethan?”

  “Breakfast in bed,” he answered. “After last night, I figured you deserved to sleep in and some nourishment.”

  Morgan couldn’t contain a smile. If anyone knew they’d fucked three times after the first bedtime go-round when they came upstairs last night, each time more decadent and naughtier than the one previous, they’d be as stunned as she was.

  Ethan had lived up to his promise. He said he’d fill her up with cum. And damn, he sure as hell made sure she was aware of every drop. Whenever her feminine dew and his cum dripped out, he’d scoop it up on his finger and command her to lick it off.

  She did get up to brush her teeth and pee before the last time. But they were both so tired afterward that they ended up falling asleep entwined. Her last memory before succumbing to exhaustion was the feeling of Ethan’s still-hard cock pulsing inside her body and the warm spray of ejaculate inside her pussy.

  “How are you feeling?” Ethan inquired, coming up to the bed with the tray.

  She moved to prop herself up against the sleigh headboard. “I’m okay.”

  “Don’t lie.”

  “Not lying.”

  “You’re sore,” he stated.

  “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m not okay. Touch me, I might deck you. Feed me, I might kiss you.”

  “Might?” Ethan’s brow rose even as he shooed Samson off her lap and placed the tray across her legs.

  “That’s right. I’ve not decided if I’ll kiss you yet.”

  Ethan bent low at his waist, looking her square in the eyes. “Testy this morning, are you?”

  “I’m a little off.” She couldn’t say why, but she had the feeling that something was wrong.

  Not with the two of them. But something beyond them, perhaps with the case or with someone they knew. It was the same feeling she’d had when she and Remy arrived at Druid Creek Castle.

  Thinking of Remy made her worry increase. She prayed she was just being silly and he was fine.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking,” Ethan encouraged, carefully sitting on the bed in order to remove the lid from the plate of food.

  He’d made a gigantic fruit plate with slices of Vermont cheddar cheese circling the diced melon, slices of oranges, apples, bananas and seedless grapes. He’d also placed two big mugs of coffee and glasses of ice water on the tray.

  “I don’t know exactly.”

  “Do you feel a headache coming on?”

  Morgan shook her head. “Not at the moment. Maybe the feeling will go away. But the more I think about it, the more I think something’s wrong with Remy.”

  Ethan growled at her before plucking a piece of cheese from the plate. Morgan picked up a fork and stabbed a piece of honeydew melon.

  “Do you want to call him, honey?”

  “Are you going to get jealous if I do?”

  “No. I’m cool with your friendship with him.”

  “You just gave me the Maddox growl.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It’s the one you, Taran or Phalen do when you’re about to kick someone’s ass.”

  “Have you ever seen us kick someone’s ass unless it’s warranted?”

  “Well, no, but it’s the sound you all make when you’re about to go all Alpha badass on behalf of your women folk. And I heard Phalen nearly pulverized Michael Donatelli when you all rescued Cassie.”

  “Women folk, that’s something Taran would say. We take care of our own, we’re not Neanderthals.”

  “Does that mean he didn’t hit Michael?”

  “There was a fight, but only because Donatelli had gotten hold of a jousting pole and threatened Phalen with it. Once Phalen overpowered the bastard, he turned him over to me and Sam. His focus was all about getting to Cassie.”

  “I’m glad he did that. He’s a good man. As you and Taran are, I just don’t want you to get pissed if I call to make sure Remy’s all right.”

  Ethan grinned and bit into the cheese. He chewed, swallowed and her grizzly bear settled down. He ate another piece of cheese and a grape. “Okay, I’ll go get your phone after you eat. Later, we can head over to visit with Alex. Ryan’s probably at his practice today.”

  “That’d be great, thank you.” The longer they sat there and ate, the mor
e Morgan became certain that something was wrong with Remy.

  It wasn’t until they finished the plate of fruit, drank the coffee and water and Ethan took the tray away that she finally stood up. Her legs were shaky from such an extensive sexual workout.

  If they kept having sex all night, she’d get fit as a fiddle. Maybe they could create a sex workout DVD and couples could get in shape while getting off. Laughing a little, Morgan went over to her suitcase and searched through it for her clothes while Ethan took the tray downstairs and retrieved her phone.

  She found a navy blue blouse and a pair of jeans, deciding that it was a pants kind of day when Ethan came in. She instantly went to cover her breasts and quim with her hands.

  Morgan dropped her hands to her sides. Ethan had seen everything many times by now. Nudity shouldn’t embarrass her anymore.

  “You’re a lovely woman, Morgan. Don’t hide anything from me. Wear clothing or not when we’re home alone, I’ll never object to seeing you naked.”

  “Thank you, Ethan.”

  “I brought your cellphone,” he said, bringing the phone over.

  It wasn’t a fancy phone by any means. But it got the job done. After it dried out, it worked just fine and getting a new one wasn’t necessary.

  Morgan took it and punched in Remy’s cell number. A few seconds later, the call went to voicemail. “Remy, it’s Morgan. I just wanted to call and check on you. Can you give me a call back? Thank you.”

  “Try the shop,” Ethan insisted.

  She called Enchanted Treasures and silently cheered when Remy answered. “Enchanted Treasures, how may I assist you?”

  “Remy! Thank goodness you’re okay,” Morgan said.

  “Why would you think I’m not okay?”

  “I…umm, I don’t know. Everything’s all right at the shop?”

  “Same as yesterday. It’s busy with Halloween shoppers hoping to scoop up the ghost hunting stuff. You’re out of EVP recorders and EMF readers.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes ma’am, not to mention a whole host of customers would like to schedule appointments with you, Morgan. I told them to call back next week. I can arrange to have some equipment brought over for you from my warehouse.”

  “Great. Thank you. I’m sorry I worried you. Do you want to take some time off? I don’t mind coming into work.”

  “We’re fine here,” Remy insisted. “Enjoy the rest of your time with Ethan. I know it’s important.” A cellphone played Concrete Blonde’s “Bloodletting” in the background. “That’s Eve calling. She’s doing some research for me on a future project for the show. I need to answer it, okay?”

  “Of course,” Morgan said. “Take care.”

  Ethan took the phone from her as she closed it. “You need a better phone,” he said, looking at what some people might call a dumb-phone since hers didn’t have internet capabilities or apps.

  “You Maddox boys have a strange fascination with phones. It works fine,” she remarked.

  “Yes, but if you join your phone to my network, we can get a good deal.”

  “I’ll think about it. This is my most affordable option for home and I have a business line at the store.”

  “When’s your phone plan up?”

  “Not for another five months. I made changes on the plan last April.”

  “Just after you got pissed at me,” he commented.

  “It had nothing to do with you. I know you thought I was blocking your messages, but I had to cut back on certain expenses. Texting, playing games and reading email on an itty-bitty screen weren’t necessary.”

  “That’s another reason we should sit down with Alex. You need to learn to handle business expenses without having to compromise.”

  “I’ve no objections,” Morgan stated.

  Morgan took her phone back and set it aside. “I’m going to take a shower. Be back in a few minutes.”

  Taking her clothes, a pair of red panties and a lacy bra to the bathroom with her, she noticed that the shower was wet. Ethan must have already showered before going to make her breakfast tray. It was wonderfully sweet of him to take care of her the way he did.

  She set her clothes on the countertop, turned on the shower and relieved herself while the water warmed up.

  The hot shower felt divine, especially on her backside. There were a couple of pink handprints on her ass that felt as if she’d been stung by a bee, but for the most part they really didn’t hurt. Clean again, she stepped out of the shower, grabbed a warm towel to dry herself off and brushed her teeth.

  About twenty minutes later, her hair was blow dried, makeup was on and she was dressed. She admittedly preferred skirts and dresses to jeans, but the pair she’d chosen today was super soft and hugged her ass nicely. The last thing she did before leaving the bathroom was braid her hair down the center of her back.

  Back in the bedroom, she spotted Ethan sitting in one of the wingback chairs, staring at her as she walked up to him. He’d donned faded jeans, a green polo shirt and a casual pair of loafers.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked.

  “Nothing, I just can’t remember seeing you in jeans. You look amazing.”

  “I do? Thank you.”

  Ethan stood, took her hand and guided her to a chair to help her sit down. Sitting caused her to start a little.

  “I was rough on you last night a few times. But never doubt for a second that you aren’t beautiful to me. Whether you wear skirts or jeans, you’re lovely. I particularly like that I can see your face now.”

  “I never really thought of myself as pretty until you looked at me, Ethan.”

  “I’m not the only man who’s noticed. My brothers, Alex, Ryan and Remy have noticed.”

  “Remy’s harmless and Alex and Ryan are gay.”

  “True, but they know a beautiful woman when they see one. Alex has dated his share of women before. It wouldn’t surprise me if Ryan did too. Why do you think I kept an eye on you at Dallas and Grace’s wedding over the summer and at my brother and Cassie’s? Those football players noticed you, Morgan.”

  Morgan thought back to Dallas and Grace McKay’s wedding. It’d been a lovely summer wedding with more bridesmaids and groomsmen than she’d ever seen in a wedding party. The groomsmen had primarily been Alexandria Griffins pro football players and Dallas’ adopted brothers and his uncle.

  He’d also included his biological parents in the wedding ceremony and his half siblings. Dallas had been legally adopted by the McKays when he was a boy. He adored his adoptive parents as much as his biological mother and father.

  But the football players, wow, it should be considered an injustice how many good-looking athletes represented a team in Virginia! Especially the linebacker who’d become one of Dallas McKay’s best friends after performing in Cassie’s telethon back in April.

  “Morgan, come back to me,” Ethan commanded, waving his hand in front of her face. “Where’d you go?”

  “I was thinking about the McKay wedding. I should give Grace a call. We haven’t talked since she and Dallas came up for Cassie and Phalen’s wedding.”

  “You were thinking of more than Dallas and Grace. Who was it? The quarterback? He’s a player and I’m not referring to football.”

  “Nope,” Morgan said, testing Ethan a little. “The big one, the linebacker, his name’s Trevor, but they call him Hazard.”

  “Are you asking for trouble?”

  “No. I love you. That doesn’t mean I’m blind to the fact that Trevor Osbourne or Kyran Black are as hot as you.” Ethan was about to say something, but Morgan leaned toward him and set her finger over his mouth.

  “What loving you means is that no matter who else is out there, you are my man, Ethan Maddox. I’m proud to be yours. Please know that I will never look at them the way I look at you.”

  Hoping her eyes reflected the love she truly felt for him, she cupped his handsome face and brought him close for a kiss. Their mouths met, his lips were firm yet soft and
warm.

  Ethan drew back slightly. “Keep that up and we’ll never get out of this bedroom.”

  “Sorry, lover, if you tried to make love to me, I’d say no. I can’t, too sore,” she admitted.

  “I gotcha,” he said, moving himself around to find a pair of socks in her suitcase and her boots to assist her in putting them on. “I will try to keep my cock in check for the rest of the day. But later tonight, you’re going to answer for last night.”

  “What did I do wrong? I did everything you asked and more.”

  “You got me hard without making an offering,” he answered.

  “I wanted to please you. You enjoyed the blowjob, admit it.”

  “It was sweeter than heaven. I don’t mind letting you have your way, but you need to ask first. Have you any idea how much it pleases me to watch you get yourself off?”

  “Very well, I will be on my best behavior when we come home. I can’t promise I’ll play nice tonight. For some reason, I’m feeling naughty.”

  “As always, what we do is up to you. If you play nice, I will. If you test me, I will respond. Make sure you take your medicine before we leave. Take some Tylenol too.”

  “I will.” She kissed him again, stood up and walked to the bathroom to get her pills.

  She was sore pretty much all over and her nipples ached from his sometimes ferocious foreplay, although she wouldn’t complain. Soreness would fade. The marks he’d made on her soul were deeper because he’d marked her as his last night.

  Each time he came in her, she’d wanted to trap his cum in her pussy for a lifetime. Each time he bit her or sucked her skin, she treasured it as much as his gentleness when he’d turned around and kissed the spot with honest devotion.

  She’d loved that he hadn’t been gentle last night. She’d wanted hardcore fucking. She’d gotten it and she’d gotten it good. In return, she’d given him a few scratches and crescent-shaped nail marks on his skin.

  In fact, she’d loved knowing she was as much his match in bed as she was when they were cooking or dancing or drinking a beer. They could talk about anything. They didn’t always see eye-to-eye on politics and they disagreed about meat in their diet.