Cuff Master

by Frances Stockton

  But at the end of the day, being with Ethan was where she wanted to be. She prayed she didn’t disappoint him or make him jealous due to her friendship with Remy and Trevor Osbourne.

  And while she was certain Trevor enjoyed being the most eligible bachelor on the Alexandria Griffins right now, she never got the impression that he was a player like some athletes on the team could be.

  She’d touched his hand at the wedding, coming to believe that his fame had come back to hurt him deeply and his flirty behavior was all bravado to keep his friends from suspecting that he was more than a linebacker who could manhandle QBs or spoil an offense.

  Despite his recent heartbreak, Morgan was pretty sure he was close to finding someone who could heal him. When he least expected it, he’d meet his soul mate, a woman who may be a relative of one of his teammates or someone he already knew as a friend.

  Fortunately, she had Ethan. When they knew what really happened to Jenna Bailey, she’d like to introduce him to her mother and stepfather.

  “Ethan?” she asked when she returned to the bedroom to see him scratching Delilah’s chin.

  “Yeah?”

  “Would you like to meet my parents sometime?”

  “Absolutely,” he agreed, coming over to meet her halfway across the room. “Do you think I’d object?”

  “Sometimes guys are weird about meeting a woman’s parents. It’s a sign of commitment.”

  He put his arms around her, drawing her in. “I’d be glad to meet your mother and stepfather. I know you’ve some reservations about him and I’d like to help you two reconnect. Remember, honey, no more condoms means we’re committed.”

  “My reservation comes from the fact that my stepfather sent me to a shrink. He refused to believe in me, causing my mom to stand by her husband instead of me.”

  “Maybe if you sit him down and talk one-on-one, he’d listen. He’s a cop. He thinks in facts and evidence. If he can’t see it, he won’t understand.”

  Ethan summed it up perfectly. “Yes, you’re right. Let’s do that. He’ll listen if you’re with me.”

  “You need to give him a chance and forgive. He was wrong to doubt you.”

  “It hurt so much that I left home. In the end, moving to Salem to live with Grandma was the best thing for me.”

  “Perhaps your stepdad knew that. Being a kid who sees ghosts and touches things and knows all the secrets bottled up in that object had to be frightening. He must have known that. In his own way, he was trying to help.”

  “Thank you for saying that, Ethan. You’re so good to me.” He hugged her then and rubbed her back ever so gently.

  “I’d do anything for you.”

  She tightened her arms about him, loving how strong he was and how nice it felt to be in his embrace. “Let’s go before I change my mind and seduce you,” she said.

  “Easy, temptress, later, when you’re not sore, we can get back to seduction,” he reassured. “It’s Friday so we’ll head to Boston and have the brownstone to ourselves for the weekend. Maybe we can get some Italian food in the North End.”

  “I’d love that,” Morgan agreed. “We can do some wash later. I’m officially out of clean clothes and we need to wash the sheets on the bed.”

  “There’ll be plenty of time.”

  They broke apart and left the bedroom. The cats followed them downstairs. They were fed and busy with a couple of ping-pong balls Ethan had kicked in their direction before Morgan went to get her coat.

  The plastic balls were Samson and Delilah’s favorite toys. They made a lot of noise and skidded off every wooden surface without damaging anything.

  Ethan joined her in the hall, assisted her with her coat and took his from the coatrack. He checked the inside pocket, found his wallet and his car keys.

  Morgan followed him outside to his Acura TL, enjoying the way he assisted her into the passenger seat. “Aren’t you the gentleman today?”

  “I’m going out with my lady, I want everyone to know how much you’re appreciated,” he stated, buckling her seatbelt for her. He kissed her quickly and went around the car to the driver’s side.

  “I wanted to ask you something,” he said when they were heading to Danvers.

  “Okay.”

  “I realize Halloween’s a busy time for you, but Alex and Ryan are hosting a three-day members-only event in honor of Samhain. I’d like to book a room for us, if you’re willing.”

  Morgan took her eyes off the road ahead of them and looked at Ethan. “I’m willing and very curious.”

  “For the record, members of Druid Creek Castle’s BDSM community are always discreet. And unless you’ve a particular proclivity for being watched or watching other couples, everything we do during the weekend will take place in our own private dungeon.”

  “Except for erotic photos and the occasional porn video, I’ve never seen another couple have sex. The idea of it though, well, it is exciting. What do you mean about a private dungeon? I thought they turned the downstairs into a gigantic dungeon.”

  “For those who like public displays, that’s true,” Ethan answered. “Remember, dungeons are not always in basements.”

  “So you said the other day. Your master bedroom at the brownstone is your dungeon, am I right?”

  “You’ll just have to wait and see tonight.”

  “It’s hard to believe almost two weeks have gone by and the cops still have no answers to what happened to me in the rest room.”

  “They’re close to finding something, Morgan. Try not to worry. As much as I’d like to take over for the officer in charge, I can’t. If the witness doesn’t reveal much or the flashlight is bogus, it can take a long time to find answers. Police work requires vigilance for that one small break to blow things open.”

  “I honestly think what happened was the result of someone panicking and reacting without thinking. I upset Alisa. I should have thought about it more before I told her about seeing Jenna. If it wasn’t Alisa or Spencer Bailey, then it had to be someone they’re close to.”

  “My guess is it’s the person Mrs. Bailey spoke to in the doorway. There’s no video evidence of that person, but Alisa was visibly arguing with someone. Spencer was giving a presentation.”

  “Let’s hope we know something soon,” Morgan said.

  “It’ll come together. If there’s a clue, the police will find it. If not, I’m going to keep investigating, either with Sam’s help or Phalen’s when he comes home.”

  “I’m glad to have their help.”

  “So what do you say about Samhain?”

  “Spending a weekend with you no matter the reason is my idea of heaven. I say yes.”

  “That’s my girl,” he praised, releasing the steering wheel. “I’ve special plans for you, Morgan.”

  “I have to wait until Samhain?” That was ten days away. Cassie and Phalen’s wedding seemed ages ago. When in reality, it’d only been two weeks!

  “Yes you do.”

  “Will Taran be there? I’m pretty sure your partner won’t be pleased by that. She’ll never say so though.”

  “Sure. He’s likely not to participate in anything more than socializing with friends because Sam isn’t ready for it. Not everyone who goes to these things has sex. Sometimes members attend just for support from others who are part of the lifestyle.”

  “Phalen and Cassie will be there,” Morgan said.

  “They’ll be home from Hawaii by then. Alex probably reserved their room already. They’re always private unless they are giving lessons to Doms on how to treat their subs and that’s something I really don’t want to witness.”

  “Thank goodness. I really don’t think I can watch Taran or Phalen and Cassie doing anything close to what we do.”

  Ethan laughed. “I’m grateful for Phalen’s tutelage growing up. But if I saw him and Cassie together, I’d feel like the kid who walks in on his parents when they’re having sex or catching some asshole making moves on my sister.”

  It was
Morgan’s turn to laugh. “I might use that against you someday. You called your older brother an asshole.”

  “No I didn’t.”

  “Sounded that way to me,” she teased. “Wonder what he’d do to you if he knew?”

  “Child’s play compared to what I’ll do to you if you spill the beans. Phalen can be a bossy sonofabitch, but he’s my hero. If I can be half the man he is, I’m doing all right.”

  “You’re every bit the man Phalen is. Don’t doubt that for a second.”

  “I won’t,” he agreed and took her hand in his. “Anyone tell you that you’re an amazing woman?”

  “You certainly make me feel that way.” Morgan wrapped her fingers around his, cherishing the rightness of it.

  The drive to Danvers wasn’t too terribly bad. Most of the traffic through Salem consisted of tourists. Soon the town would be jam-packed with people taking in the Halloween experience or Samhain festivals. Getting away, even if it was the next town over, would be a great occasion.

  Ethan parked in the small lot, climbed out and came around to assist Morgan out of the car. Instead of going in the front entrance, they went to the doorway that they’d used the night of Cassie and Phalen’s wedding.

  When there were wedding receptions, the doorway opened to a hall that was meant for wedding parties to come and go without being seen by their guests. When wedding receptions weren’t happening, overnight guests could enter using their keycards.

  Check-in was on the bottom floor through the entrance that led to the pub and party room, occurring after three in the afternoon unless special arrangements had been made in advance. Departures were supposed to be done by noon.

  It was ten o’clock in the morning by the time Ethan and Morgan punched a button to gain permission to enter. It was relatively quiet for a Friday.

  The daytime kitchen staff would be cleaning up after breakfast and the housekeepers would be tidying up rooms for departed guests. It was a well-run organization.

  After a minute, the buzz of the lock signaled they could enter. Together they went through the hall to a back elevator that was so old-fashioned the door had to be manually closed. They wound their way to the penthouse floor, which featured Alex and Ryan’s enormous suite, storage and business offices.

  Ethan and Morgan stepped off the elevator into a foyer that was locked. The only way to gain access was a keycard and a PIN number. Ethan had a card in his wallet. He slipped it into a slot and punched the PIN into the system. The doors slid open.

  As old as the outer walls were, the inside of the castle was modern, but it was decorated with antique armor, tapestries and Celtic statues and paintings of Stonehenge, crosses and sunsets in Ireland, Scotland and Wales. The top floor had previously been nothing but storage and wasted space.

  Alex and Ryan had it remodeled after they’d purchased the establishment from the previous owner. It was sad that Catherine O’Brien left before her dream restaurant and castle became what it was now, but she’d laid the foundations for a place that was already being featured in New England magazines as a tourist destination.

  Walking down the narrow hall toward the business office, Ethan and Morgan held hands and knocked in unison when they reached the closed door. When they didn’t receive an answer, Ethan suggested they try the penthouse suite.

  “Maybe Alex is at the diner today,” Morgan said. “He splits his time between here and there. We should have called.”

  “I agree,” Ethan replied. “It won’t hurt to try their door anyway.”

  “Okay.”

  They walked a few feet farther to the door. Morgan knocked this time, but the door wasn’t closed all the way and swung open, causing them to fall forward and into the room.

  It was kismet! The second they crossed the threshold, they realized why Alex hadn’t been in his office. And Ryan wasn’t at work. He was standing right there in the living room, naked from head to toe, with Alex kneeling before him.

  At first it took a second for Morgan to understand what she and Ethan just walked in on. Alex was fully dressed. His head bobbed, sucking noises echoed about the room. His big hands were busy stroking his lover’s cock.

  Ryan stood proud in his nakedness. He wasn’t angry or panicked or anything other than enthralled by the man on his knees. It was the most beautifully erotic sight Morgan had ever seen.

  One of the men was dark, the other was light. The lighter of the two, Alex, was undeterred by interruption. If anything, he sucked louder.

  And the cock he sucked? Whoa, Ryan Hathaway’s penis was enormous!

  That was putting it mildly. He was also a beautiful man, sculpted, ripped, dark haired and the shadow of dark-brown chest hair and nest of curls on his groin were…wow, the man was built for sex!

  “Oh god, Doc, Alex, sorry,” Ethan apologized, turning Morgan away so fast he made her dizzy. But she had to know. How the hell did Alex manage to swallow Ryan’s monster-sized erection without choking?

  As soon as her heart stopped slamming in her chest nervously, something mysterious and wanton wrapped around her middle, trapping her in place as she strained to listen to the two lovers.

  “Turn her around, Ethan,” Doc commanded, as authoritative as Phalen, Taran and Ethan combined.

  He didn’t shout. But Doc’s baritone reached that part of her that needed to obey a strong Master. Come to think of it, Ethan never yelled either. He was strong without being mean or violent.

  “Let her watch Alex work me out. She liked what she saw. Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

  There was something unmistakably compelling in the way Ryan took control, refusing to let either her or Ethan back out gracefully. Ryan wasn’t shocked. He wasn’t offended. He was in charge.

  Ethan tensed but didn’t back down before another Dom, nor was he in a great hurry to leave. Morgan shifted, lowering her eyes to Ethan’s groin. He was rock-hard.

  The suite smelled of male arousal, faintly salty and sexy. Sexual tension was inescapable.

  “Doc, not yet,” Ethan argued. “She’s new to this. Wait until Samhain.”

  “No, now, give permission, Alex,” Doc ordered. “You know you want them to watch us.”

  “Stay, both of you,” Alex invited softly, submissively.

  “Ohmigod,” Morgan uttered, fascinated by the chance to watch another submissive pleasing his Master.

  “Morgan?” Ethan whispered. “All we have to do is leave.”

  “You’ve done this before. You’ve watched.”

  “Sure I have. Not these two, but they are compelling together.”

  Whether it made her a pervert to admit it, she was glad Ethan wasn’t shy about any aspect of sexuality, even voyeurism. He did try to shield her from what she’d witnessed, but she believed it was only because he hadn’t been sure of her reaction.

  “I don’t want to miss this,” she admitted.

  “Let’s get your coat off,” Ethan said, slipping her jacket off her shoulders and setting it aside. His coat followed after hers. She hadn’t brought her purse with her. She was incredibly happy it wasn’t an obstacle.

  Deliberately, he shifted around, grabbing her about the middle to hold her up against him as they witnessed the lovers resume what they’d been doing. She blinked, refocused, catching the dip and bob of Alex’s blond head.

  It didn’t really matter to her that they were two men. What thrilled her was watching two lovers together, one giving pleasure, the other receiving. Knowing Ethan was standing behind her made it safe to keep watching. There was nothing shy about the submissive partner in the duo before them.

  She’d learned months ago that Alex was a switch and guessed there were occasions when Doc bottomed for Alex. But more often than not, Alex preferred the submissive role. It was evident in the way he didn’t object to being watched and in the way he jacked Ryan’s cock with his fist.

  All Ethan had to do was stand with her, holding her, his hard cock pressing against her ass, and she was dripping wet. She was relieved she w
ore jeans. She hoped the men didn’t see the damp spots between her legs.

  “Who’d have thought my little sub would get turned-on by watching another couple?” Ethan murmured in her ear.

  “You’re not mad?” she tested, equally as quiet as he’d been.

  “Do I feel mad?” he asked in reply, pushing his erection firmly against the swell of her jean-clad ass.

  “You’re hard.”

  “You’re wet. I smell you.” Ethan began suckling her earlobe, each suckle mimicking the noises emanating from Alex and Ryan.

  Alex bobbed his head again, taking Ryan’s cock deep into his mouth, adjusted the way he knelt and took his man even deeper. Ethan’s hips began to sway in a slow, rhythmic dance, creating an erotic accord between the two of them and the men across the room.

  There were a good number of feet separating them. Distance wasn’t relevant. Morgan and Ethan were as aware of each other as they were Ryan and Alex.

  Ethan shifted, removing one arm from around her so that he could unfasten the lone button of her jeans. Her zipper went down. Her jeans went slack. Ethan’s hand dipped between the opening and he cupped her mons over her panties without putting too much pressure on her swollen clit.

  His touch was ultra-gentle and seductive as any aphrodisiac. His other hand worked underneath her shirt and upward to fondle her breasts, openly, aggressively.

  Ryan was watching them! His dark gaze honed in on her tits and narrowed, his mouth opened in silent appreciation while Alex fondled and sucked his cock. It was extraordinary to be pleasured while another was.

  At some point, Morgan’s vision blurred, clearing up so that it was almost as if she was watching herself getting Ethan off.

  It wasn’t her imagination. Ethan had managed to guide her around, set her down on her knees in front of him and his jeans were undone.

  Unable to deny him anything, she submissively followed his command and allowed him to push her face toward his great big boner. Thankfully, Ethan tended to go commando when he wasn’t working.

  Taking his cock in hand, she brought him to her mouth, swallowing him halfway down his shaft.

  He tasted so fucking good, so male and enticing and sexy, that she drew back to concentrate on his helmet. She licked the tip, lapping up pre-cum, then worked her way to the underside.