“If it makes you happy, we can do that. I’ll call Phalen tomorrow or Sunday and see if he’ll let us use his studio when you want to stay overnight in Salem. Okay?”
“I hope Phalen says yes. I’ve been in his apartment above his shop with Cassie. I like it there. It’s huge and the kitchen is adorable.”
“If it means you’re safe, Phalen will agree, especially to the dog. You realize its official.”
“What is?” she asked, staring up at him with trust and love.
“That we’re living together.”
“Do you think Taran will mind?”
“As long as we don’t invade his space, no, he won’t mind. He likes you.”
“I like him too,” she admitted, the look on her face changing to the one she’d worn when she saw Taran wearing only a towel.
“Do me a favor, Morgan,” Ethan said.
“What’s that?”
“Don’t stare at either of my brothers’ asses, unless you want to have my palm print on your ass as a result.”
“I did not stare at Taran’s ass.”
“Wasn’t that you who mentioned the Maddox brothers’ ass?”
“Well, yes, but your ass is way better than Phalen’s and Taran’s. And I’ve no desire to see either of them in anything less than a towel or a bathing suit.”
“All right then, there’s still the matter of your disobedience. Not only did you wear clothing when I told you not to, you searched the bedroom for the dungeon, true?”
Morgan was thinking about denying it. He could see her mentally fighting herself and gauging how she should answer. “I found nothing other than handcuffs and the dildos in the bedside table to the right.”
“Were you supposed to do that?”
“No, Detective,” she answered.
“Who?”
“No, Master. My curiosity got the better of me.”
“Very well, you need to be taught a lesson. Turn around and kiss the wall.”
“What…the wall?” Before she could ask more questions, Ethan spun her about so that she could see the wall he’d referred to. “You don’t mean to literally kiss the wall.”
“I mean what I say.”
He could feel Morgan straining to look up at him, trying to silently plead with him to let her out of kissing the wall. There was no way in hell he was backing down.
She knew what would happen when she walked down wearing the nighty. As hot as she looked, he’d wanted naked. He’d meant it. And she was about to find out how serious he was when he gave a command.
Giving her a gentle push toward the wall covered with homey yellow and blue wallpaper, Ethan waited until Morgan went up close and obediently kissed the wall.
So damn proud of her for not backing down from what must seem ridiculously simple to her, Ethan used the distraction to move over to the utility drawer and snatch a pair of scissors.
He moved up behind her, keeping the scissors out of sight. “Face me, sub,” he told her.
Morgan did so. Still very pretty and incredibly sexy, she kept her eyes on him.
“Stay very still now,” he warned, bringing out the scissors so she could see them.
Her eyes went wide as saucers. Her mouth dropped open. “Ethan,” she whispered, gulping.
“I’m not going to hurt you. Stay still,” he said calmly, keeping very steady as he snipped first one strap of the nighty, then the other.
Tossing the scissors on the counter to her right, he watched as the black silk slipped downward, leaving her naked save the pool of material at her feet and those incredibly sexy pumps.
The flush of arousal had stolen all over her body. Her nipples were rosy and ripe for sucking. The gentle swell of her perfectly sized breasts invited him to fuck them and watch as cum clung to her nipples.
He’d love nothing more than to fuck her up against the wall, just like this. But he was going to dress her in things he wanted her to wear, leather, chains and cuffs. Had she come down naked, he’d have given her something pretty and feminine to wear.
Fortunately, he’d calculated right about how she’d test him. She’d wanted to see if she could seduce him out of disciplining her.
“Kick off the pumps and step out of the nightgown.”
Morgan did so without a murmur of discontent. “Now what, Master?”
“First you find out what happens to bad little submissives when they disobey.”
“And then?”
“We eat. Turn around and kiss the wall.”
“Again?”
“Did I stutter? Be very careful, I will not keep repeating myself.
“Sorry, Master,” she whispered, turning away as told and pressing her lips against the wall.
“Stay exactly as I put you. Don’t move. Don’t be afraid. Don’t speak until I address you again.”
With that, he walked away. He swore he heard Morgan mumble, but then she settled as he went to prepare for the remainder of the night.
Chapter Ten
Despite the fact that Morgan stood there kissing a wall, she didn’t dare move. She’d begun to memorize the pattern of yellow and blue flowers. It was quaint and she always liked pretty colors like these for a kitchen.
But she’d no idea what the rest of the kitchen looked like. She hadn’t had time to look. She’d walked in hoping to seduce Ethan right then and there. She’d hoped he’d strip her and fuck her.
He sure did strip her, with a pair of scissors and a couple of snips. So much for looking sexy for her man! Next time, she’d come down wearing a coat of armor, see if Ethan liked that.
Though she tried her best to settle her nerves and listen for Ethan, she was fighting her fury. Fury because he made her kiss a wall and then left her standing there nude!
The fact that she was soaking wet and incredibly turned-on didn’t appease her. She needed him, dammit! Where was he? What was he doing?
Morgan wanted to know. It was killing her with curiosity not to know. Yet she knew better than to move. She couldn’t even call out to him.
Suddenly, she felt him near. He was in the hallway, a clink of chains reached her.
Chains? Really?
Oh hell, she really was in trouble. Wasn’t that what she came down here looking for when she opted to wear a nightgown and trim her pubic hair with Ethan’s razor?
Would shaving all but a slender strip of pubic hair result in reward or discipline? Her money was on discipline, which would ultimately be her reward. Right?
Ethan came into the kitchen. Morgan remained calm.
He wouldn’t hurt her, no matter if she pushed him a little. Although she did disobey his orders and look around the bedroom for any sign of a dungeon.
She knew it was there somewhere. She could feel it calling to her. Perhaps Ethan transformed the room into a dungeon when it was necessary.
For that matter, how many other women had been introduced to his dark, secret world? Jealousy reared its ugly head in Morgan’s chest, compelling her to move.
She didn’t. She stayed very still when she heard Ethan move in very close.
“You did well,” he praised, taking hold of her braid to tug it a little. “You didn’t move.”
“How do you know I didn’t?”
“Did I grant permission to speak?”
Damn! She’d forgotten. Biting her tongue, she resumed kissing the darned wall.
If she French kissed the wallpaper, would she violate his command? Half tempted to find out what would happen, she thought it best not to.
His hands came around her hips, pulling on her until her legs were away from the wall, but her mouth remained in place.
“For the rest of the night, you’re going to have to rely completely on me, Morgan. Do you understand and agree? You may speak now.”
“Thank you,” she said first. “Yes, I trust you.”
He freed her hair and stroked his hand down her bare back. “You’re so beautiful. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a lovelier woman than you.”
> “But women loved you. Girls sneaked into your bedroom. How many have seen your secret dungeon?”
“I can’t deny my history with women. But I’ve only had the room since Phalen moved out. Everything I supplied in the dungeon was made by my hands and it’s all meant for you. No woman has crossed that threshold.”
The relief that washed through her was as real and thrilling as the arousal that continued to build in her pussy. Her clit was starving for attention. Her nipples ached.
“Were you jealous, sub?”
“Yes, Master.”
“No reason to be. There’s been no one for me since we met. Now you’re the only one.”
“We’ve known each other since Cassie and Phalen moved into their stores,” Morgan said. “I watched you lug heavy furniture and supplies into Phalen’s tattoo shop, then offer the same assistance to Cassie.”
“I knew Phalen had found his woman. He saw her across the parking lot and fell hard. I never thought it’d take him as long as it did to win her over.”
“And that happened to you…with me?”
“Yes, it did.” Ethan’s confidence did not waver.
Again she heard the rattle of chains and metal. What was he doing? Refusing to ask, Morgan willed herself to behave.
This was why she’d chosen to put on the nightgown. She’d disobeyed. She had to pay for it. Hopefully, she’d pay for it in spades and orgasms.
Something cool and smooth wrapped around her waist. Morgan so wanted to look down. She stayed still, very still, letting Ethan do his worst.
Telling herself that he’d never harm her, she let him wrap what she guessed was a wide belt around her waist. She felt more tugs, some kind of metal straps and then heard the telltale click and lock of cuffs, several cuffs.
“Open your legs for me, sub,” Ethan said.
Morgan did as she was told. More metal, more smoothness…was that leather hugging her waist and thighs now? Were those real handcuffs she heard clicking into place?
Metal met her vaginal slit and Morgan drew in a shaky, nervous breath. No way! No way was Ethan dressing her in leather, chains and cuffs. Sure enough, one of the steel-cold cuffs hugged her pussy opening exactly.
By placing the cuff there, Ethan made her extremely aware of her femininity, of her vagina and the slickness of her engorged labia and clit. Something sharp snagged her clit, pinching.
She almost didn’t realize Ethan’s hand had been between her legs. When he withdrew, the pinching remained. At first it wasn’t exactly comfortable. The cuffs made her vaginal opening feel open and vulnerable.
Her tender erect clitoris throbbed with the unmitigated need to come.
“Ethan, did you clamp my clit?”
“Do you like it, sweetie?”
Did she like it? How did one answer that? Magically, the pinch made her more aroused. She was acutely aware of every throb and pulse of blood in the small, nerve-rich nubbin of flesh.
“Yes,” she answered.
“That’s my Morgan. Brave, always so brave,” he murmured, petting her head so sweetly that she almost cried. “For now, you may ask questions.”
“May I stop kissing the wall now, Master? Please. I’ll behave.”
“I know you will.” He drew her farther away from the wall and turned her.
She expected Ethan to be wearing Dom gear or perhaps be naked. He wore the same clothes he’d been wearing all afternoon, jeans and a polo shirt.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I’d thought you’d be wearing something else.”
He grinned, reminding her of a predator. “We’ll get there. First, you need nourishment.”
“I am hungry.”
“Before we dine, let’s finish getting you ready for supper.”
Morgan took a chance and glanced down at herself as Ethan added a bra made of metal police-issue cuffs to her ensemble. As she’d guessed, he’d put a leather belt around her waist. O-rings were strategically placed above her hips and stomach.
Thin leather straps went down her hips from the belt, wound around in an X pattern and two more belts were secured around her thighs. Each belt had an O-ring. Added to the leather were a series of chains and several pairs of handcuffs.
No plastic, child-like cuffs for Ethan. Oh no, he’d refashioned real cuffs into what looked a chastity belt, except her mons was bare and her pussy was actually being spread open by the metal cuff centered around her opening. The other half of the cuffs was against her butt, framing her asshole.
“Oh my,” she uttered, unsure what to say.
Ethan finished binding her by cuffing her wrists to the O-rings at her waist. She stood there, completely bound to his will and helpless. And she swore she was about to come right then and there.
She wasn’t even all that comfortable. Her outfit, if one could call it that, was heavy and the metal cuffs were thick and unyielding. The bra-handcuffs hugged her pert breasts, lifting them way better than a pushup bra could promise. Her nipples were achy and erect, demanding some attention.
Her clit was perfectly happy. Her nipples were as lonely as her empty pussy. But there was no way she’d complain. He might take everything off.
“Now you’re wearing what I want you to wear,” Ethan said, his face flushing slightly as he stepped back to admire his handiwork.
“Would I have been wearing this no matter what I came downstairs in?” she asked curiously.
“If you’d come down naked I’d have fed you by now and taken you into our dungeon, Morgan.”
“That doesn’t really answer the question.”
“It’s the answer you’re getting. Time to eat or the salad will wilt and what fun is it to eat lettuce that’s not crispy?”
Morgan’s tummy growled. Ethan took that as a sign to help her over to the dinette and into a seat. Sitting was difficult, mainly because the chains pulled taut, the cuffs pressed against her delicate vagina and ass and the clamp…the clamp bit a little, quickly transforming into dark, unimaginable sensation.
She couldn’t even say the bite hurt. If anything, she ached for the sexual release she knew awaited her when Ethan removed the clamp.
Ethan wasn’t done with his sensual bondage. As soon as she was seated, he carefully placed two clamps on her nipples. The devices grabbed at her flesh with the same intense bite as she felt on her clitoris.
Terribly aroused and a little nervous, Morgan drew in a breath and let Ethan finish twisting his clamps. It was all she could do to remain sitting there staring at a bowl of vegetables and sandwiches.
“Peanut butter and banana?” she questioned, stunned.
“My mom used to make them for me. If you don’t like the sandwiches, I’ll make you something else.”
“No, they’re fine. I love them as much as grilled cheese.”
“Then what’s the matter?”
“My hands are bound. I can’t eat.”
Ethan dropped down beside her, grabbed up a sandwich and offered it to her. “That’s what I’m here for, Morgan, to take care of you when you can’t do so yourself.”
“You have keys to all these cuffs, don’t you?”
“There’s always an out. Unless you use your safe word or show signs of distress, getting out of your bonds won’t happen until I’m done with you tonight.”
“I’m not going to use my safe word.”
“Take a bite,” he offered, tearing off a hunk of bread, peanut butter and banana and placing it against her lips. “Promise, this tastes better than the wall.”
“I didn’t tongue the wall.”
“I didn’t tell you to. That’s good, honey. Eat.”
Morgan accepted the morsel, moaning in pleasure. Comfort food in the wake of so many sensations rushing through her right then left her a little lightheaded.
Slowly, he fed her bites of the sandwich, helping her wash it down with iced tea. Once in a while, he’d offer a forkful of salad and dressing. The food was good. Ethan’s gentleness as he took care o
f her most basic of needs left her awestruck.
Only after Morgan had her fill did Ethan move to his own chair and eat. He did so with gusto, but he’d seen to her first. Her gentle grizzly was exactly the right man for her.
“May I ask something, Master?”
“You may,” he granted, taking a sip of tea first. Ethan looked amazing, calm and in control. He was her anchor, her everything.
“When are you going to fuck me?”
“When you earn the right.”
“I think wearing this outfit earned that right,” she commented.
“Do you? There’s a whole lot of time left in the night. This is only the beginning of what I have in mind for you. If I don’t follow through with what you really want, a trip to our dungeon, you’d be disappointed.”
“Who said I wanted that?”
“You did, when you came downstairs wearing a sexy baby-doll get-up and fuck-me heels. You did by looking for what you couldn’t find.”
“I found a few things.”
“You did. But not what you were looking for.”
“I’m not sure where it is, but your dungeon is there. I felt it.”
“Of course it is. If you’re ready, I’ll take you there.”
“Am I still being disciplined?”
“Yes.” Ethan set aside his empty plate and salad bowl and stood up.
Morgan wasn’t sure if she should move or wait. She had to wait. She really couldn’t move if she wanted to. Her bonds were cumbersome.
Ethan came around the table, scooped her up out of the chair and strode out of the kitchen. Without missing a beat, he carried her upstairs to their bedroom and went inside.
The room was exactly as she’d left it, beautiful, masculine and roomy, a place where they could read beside the fireplace or have amazing sex upon the massive king-sized bed or the much smaller day bed.
Resting her head trustingly upon his big, broad shoulder, Morgan let Ethan carry her across the room to the fireplace. At first, she feared he was about to walk into it.
Then he stepped to the side, picked up what she’d thought was the television remote from a shelf on the weirdly crooked bookcase and punched a button. The bookcase opened wide, revealing a set of stairs with four risers.
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