Cuffed & Claimed

by Lori King

  Cat sagged against him with relief. She did not want to see Maggie and Rick having sex. The thought of it was just plain weird. And the fact that he planned on tying her up and flogging her first? Nope, she couldn’t watch that and wouldn’t have to, thank goodness.

  “I take it that the plan meets with your approval.”

  “It does.”

  “And does that mean I get to be the cop later?”

  “I’ll think about it. Now, shush. I think it’s about to start.”

  Scott put his arm around her as the lights dimmed. She leaned against him and he took her hand. She thought her heart would beat out of her chest. She was afraid for her sister. Collaring? She shivered and Scott pulled her closer.

  A spotlight came up. Master Gabriel, wearing only a pair of leather pants, took the stage. Oh my, oh my, oh my, he looked good. Amanda was a lucky woman. As soon as she thought it, she whispered it to Scott.

  “That settles it. I am so going to be the cop.”

  “Welcome to all of you, friends and family of Rick and Maggie. A special welcome to those of you who are not in the lifestyle. This is a collaring ceremony. To those of us who practice BDSM, it is almost more important than a wedding ceremony. It is a formal public acknowledgment of the relationship between Rick and Maggie, and is symbolized by the collar that he presents her with.

  “Or rather the two collars. One will be a collar for play, thick leather with D-rings for, well, let’s just say, attachments. The other collar will be her day collar. To those outside the lifestyle, it will look like a necklace. But for Rick and Maggie and all of us here today, it represents their love and commitment.”

  Rick walked onto the stage. He was dressed the same way as Gabriel was. It was the first time that Cat had seen him without his shirt. Very impressive. She watched as he got things ready. He adjusted the levels of the spanking bench. Then he left the stage and returned with two boxes, the collars she presumed, a flogger which he placed on the bench, and a pillow, which he placed at the center of the stage.

  A moment later, Amanda led Cat onto the stage and helped her sink down onto the cushion before going to kneel beside her own Master at the side of the stage. Both women were wearing corsets and thongs which seemed to be the standard costume of all the women in the audience, too. Cat felt overdressed, but wouldn’t have it any other way.

  Gabriel took center stage again. “Rick, what do you have to say to Maggie?”

  Rick moved to stand in front of Maggie. “Maggie, you are my heart, my love, and my submissive. If you accept me as your Master, I promise to take care of you for the rest of our lives or until you choose to be released. You are everything to me, and your happiness is my happiness. I promise to treat your pleasure and pain with equal respect, and that I will never strike you in anger. I will love you and care for you and discipline you in accordance with the terms of our contract. You will be able to trust me with your heart as I trust you with mine. We will find out way through the lifestyle together as Dominant and submissive, and one day as husband and wife.”

  Gabriel addressed Maggie. “Master Rick has done you the honor of asking you to accept him as your permanent Master. What say you?”

  Maggie looked up, the love in her eyes apparent to anyone watching. “Master Rick, the day we met was the day I started living. The day you first spanked me, I knew that we were meant to be together in all ways forever. I love you. I trust you. I will gladly wear your collar, accept your discipline, and serve you in accordance with our contract. You are the Master of my heart, and I will never want another.”

  Amanda moved behind Maggie and lifted her hair. Gabriel opened the box and Rick extracted the collar which he then fastened around her neck. The audience applauded and the happy couple kissed.

  “For those of you not in the lifestyle, now might be a good time to head out unless you wish to watch the special scene that Rick has planned for Maggie.” Gabriel turned and looked directly at Cat. “It involves nudity, restraints, floggers, a belt, and sex. Maggie asked me to tell you that she’s happy you came, but that at this point in the ceremony, you both would be happier if you left.”

  Cat laughed and stood. “I love you both. Welcome to the family, Rick. Take good care of my sister, and I’m not just talking about orgasms.”

  11

  Ten minutes later, Cat was naked and locked in a jail cell. It had a single bunk with a thin mattress, a sink, and a toilet that she didn’t plan on using. There were bars on the door, and Scott had locked her in. On the other side of the bars was a desk with a phone, file cabinets, and a fake plant. It looked a lot like what you would expect a police office to look like. There were also some things that she didn’t think belongs in a jail, including a big X-shaped cross-type thing, and a big bed in the back. There was also a door that she hoped led to a real bathroom.

  “You weren’t kidding, were you? This really is like a jail, more or less. I’m thinking the bed is non-standard.”

  “Did you think I was? I’m sure Maggie has talked about all the different theme rooms this place has. Rick showed me around a few weeks ago. They’ve got the medical room, school room, harem room, and many others. I’m not into the BDSM thing, but tying you up and tormenting sexually as we role play… that’s actually kind of hot.

  “Now, don’t go away, I’ll be right back.”

  “Hey, where do you think you are going? You can’t leave me naked and locked up !”

  “I just have to do a quick change. I’ll just be in the washroom, and I’ll leave the door open so I’ll hear if you are in any distress.”

  * * *

  Scott had never changed clothes so fast in his life. He put on a replica of a police uniform complete with fake badge and mirrored sunglasses. The gun was a fake, plastic; he’d checked. There was also a low-voltage Taser that he’d left off the belt, but he’d kept the very phallic billy club, and put a tube of lube and some condoms in his pocket.

  Putting some swagger into his stride, he re-entered the jail room. He had to fight to keep his expression stern as Cat’s jaw dropped. He could see the arousal on her face as he swaggered toward her.

  “Well, well, well, the famous cat burglar has finally been captured. What do you have to say for yourself my little pussy cat?”

  “I’m innocent. Innocent, I tell you.”

  “That’s what they all say. According to the arresting officers, they searched you when you were booked.”

  “And they found nothing, nothing, because I’m innocent!”

  “We’ll see about that. Once I’ve got you on the St. Andrew’s cross, I’ll be able to get you to talk.”

  He opened the door to her cell and gestured for her to come out. He led her over to the cross thingy and fastened her wrists and ankles in thick leather cuffs that attached to the arms of the X.

  He walked over to a table she hadn’t noticed earlier, and opened a box of rubber gloves which he quickly donned. When he walked back over to, he pulled the billy club out of the holder on his belt. “What do you think I’ll find if I do a really thorough search? Hmm?” He held the club out and touched the end to her rigid nipple. “Well, well, well. You like this, do you? You’re aroused by being manhandled? Then you’ll like what comes next.” He circled her nipple with the end of the club and then the other nipple. Then he ran it slowly down her belly, pausing at her drenched folds. Using the club, he nudged her feet apart, exposing her soaked thighs. Chuckling, he ran the edge of the club between her labia, pausing to nudge at her opening.

  She squirmed. He pressed just inside. She was so damned slippery, he didn’t even need to add lube. He pushed it in another inch. She moaned. He pumped it in and out and soon her hips picked up the motion.

  * * *

  She was close, so close, and then the club was gone. Her nipples were throbbing, her clit was throbbing, and now her pussy felt oh, so empty. She looked at him. “Please, officer, I’ll do whatever you want, say whatever you want. Just, please, don’t stop,” she begg
ed.

  “Now that doesn’t sound like the words of an innocent woman. Admit it. You are the cat burglar I’m looking for.” He moved close to her. She could feel the rasp of the rough cotton of his uniform scratching against her sensitive nipples.

  He reached down between her legs and brushed his rubber-covered fingers against her clit. She moaned. Then he slipped two fingers inside her. And then another.

  “Please, please, I’ll do whatever you want, admit to any, but please make me come.”

  “Oh, I’ll make you come. You’re mine, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you come, making you happy. There won’t be any collars unless you really want one, but I love you so damned much, Cat.” He pulled off the sunglasses and tossed them aside. She could see the truth shining from his eyes. “I never stopped thinking about you, and I know it will take time to be back to where we were, but I want to try.”

  “I do too, Scott. I never stopped loving you, either. No man ever measured up. It was like one part of me always knew you’d come back into my life. I never ever want to lose you again. I should be selfless and tell you to stay with the FBI, but I’m happy that you are going to be working as a CPA so I won’t have to worry every day when you go to work that you might never come home.”

  Moving quickly, Scott unhooked her from the cross and carried her over to the bed. He laid her tenderly on top of it before quickly fastening soft leather shackles to her wrists and ankles.

  “What the hell?”

  “You don’t think I’m going to allow a dangerous prisoner free access to my body? You never know what they might do!”

  He quickly stripped and she couldn’t stop staring as his thick cock sprang free. She watched as he stroked it. “Mine, that’s mine. Give it to me. Please!”

  He climbed on top of the bed and knelt between her spread legs. Then he leaned down, his erection hot and heavy on her stomach. “I love you so much, Cat. I can’t tell you how often I’ve dreamed of this day…”

  “You dreamed about tying me to the bed and then tormenting until I pleaded with you to take me?”

  “Well, maybe not this exact situation.” He reached out and snagged his pants from the floor, removing a condom, which he quickly donned.

  “Please, Scott. I want to touch you.”

  He grinned down at her. “Give your arms a sharp tug.”

  Frowning, she obeyed and her arms came free, so that she was wearing some funky leather bracelets but her arms weren’t restrained. She repeated the movement with her legs and soon they were free, too.

  He smiled and shrugged. “I told you, I’m not a Dom, although sometimes, it’s fun to play one. But mostly, I just want to be with you and love you every way I can.”

  Cat felt a surge of love for this man who had caused her such heartbreak. Reaching up, she pulled his head down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Then she whispered in his ear, “I love you, too, but next time, I get to be the cop!”

  * * *

  The End

  About the Author

  Daisy Philips lives in Canada and is the author of numerous books of erotic romance both as

  Daisy and as Diane Leyne.

  In addition to writing, she is an avid reader of all genres and loves to travel.

  Follow her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/daisyphilipsbooks

  Or go to her website: DaisyPhilipsbooks.com

  Other Books by Daisy Philips

  The (Almost) Thirty Year Old Virgin

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  Billionaire Doms Club

  Billionaire Dom’s Club 1 – Hidden Diamond

  Billionaire Dom’s Club 2 – Diamond Mine

  Billionaire Dom’s Club 3 – Rough Diamond

  Billionaire Dom’s Club 4 – Diamonds Aren’t Forever

  Billionaire Dom’s Club 5 – The Price of Diamonds

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  The Dave & Lida Books:

  Turning Tricks

  Crawl for Me

  Bad Teacher

  Doctor, Doctor

  Love in the Afternoon

  Lida and the Deputy

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  Kinky Book Club

  Written Submission

  Make-Believe Submissive (Part of the Dominant Persuasions anthology)

  unSubmissive

  Undercover Submissive

  In His Custody by Fiona Archer

  English teacher Mercy Jones has sworn off men, especially the edgy ones. So why does the new substitute history teacher have to be dangerous, raw, and challenging—on every level? His uncompromising masculinity and questioning mind captivate Mercy, tempting her to risk her heart.

  * * *

  Detective Aidan Shaw is a cynical bastard. But when working undercover to eradicate a high school drug network, Aidan meets an intelligent, feisty blonde. Mercy’s warmth and generous spirit awaken a part of him buried deep for too long.

  * * *

  But as he closes in on the criminals manipulating innocents for profit, the stakes grow ever higher.

  Acknowledgments

  I’m ever grateful to my amazing critique partner, Cherise Sinclair. From brainstorming the plot to beta reading, she ensured I stayed on target. Babe, you’re the best.

  A huge thanks to Brenda, Andrew, and Maddox for helping this Aussie to understand the American high school system and football. You are all legends!

  Thanks, Saya, for taking all my late night phone calls and working the long hours to get this baby all shiny.

  And last, but in no way least, to Lori King. Your capacity to meet challenges and unceasing enthusiasm leaves me in awe. Thank you for inviting me to take part in this anthology and to be a part of Cuffed and Claimed with such wonderful authors.

  1

  In his wildest dreams, Aidan Shaw never thought he’d be back at high school. But one kid in a coma and another jailed on charges of distributing drugs changed that.

  His gaze swept down the long, fluorescent-lit corridor in the English and History building of Seattle’s Macarthur High. Teenagers, now settled in weeks after the end of summer break, crowded around lockers, caught up in conversations with friends or hunting for a book for their first class of the day. He didn’t miss the assessing looks from three girls. One of them painfully shy, her gaze flicking between him and her sneaker-covered feet every few seconds, but the other two—seniors, a year or more older, he guessed—stared back with more confidence.

  “I’m still not happy about this, Shaw,” the balding man dressed in a suit and tie said from beside him.

  Aidan stiffened at the use of his real surname. He part pushed, part guided the man into the nearest classroom and assured they were alone before speaking. “My name is Sean Gallagher, Principal Frasier.” He speared the school official with a hard stare as the man startled at his obvious mistake. “And you signed off on this deal with Seattle PD.”

  “And you think you’re the obvious candidate to teach Civics classes to my students?”

  Hell, no, but what choice did he have? Working undercover in Vice required he go where the case took him. This time around, that meant as a substitute history teacher and assistant football coach at Macarthur High.

  “Mr. Hernandez fully briefed me on my duties.” The history teacher, close to retirement and now on agreed family leave, had taken his suspicions of a possible drug problem at the school to SPD—after being ignored by school officials. “He, unlike others, took this situation seriously.”

  Frasier drew himself up as far as his five foot six inches allowed, which was fuck-all compared to Aidan’s six foot three. “I hope you’re not insinuating I was derelict in my duties, Mister Gallagher.”

  Hell, yes! But he was saved from alienating the self-important little shit further by a knock on the classroom’s door. Hearing someone entering, he turned around.

  And Aidan’s day suddenly got a fuck of a lot better as he locked his gaze on the curvy blonde who stopped a few feet past the doorway and stared back at him.

  She was gorg
eous, and his blood heated as he allowed himself a precious second or two to take in all that was before him.

  “I...ah...” Her blue eyes were wide. Startled. She licked her light rose-colored lips and opened her mouth again, as if she’d been about to say something, but stopped just as the words were coming out. He liked that. Liked the way they invited a man to take possession of her mouth and taste what was inside.

  “Miss Jones, good morning. My apologies for using your classroom, but we needed a moment of privacy.” Principal Frasier waved his hand toward Aidan. “Meet Sean Gallagher. He’s substituting for Mr. Hernandez until Jose returns from family leave. Sean, this is Mercy Jones. She teaches AP English Literature.”

  A lover of the classics? He glanced down at her white shirt where she had a silver necklace with a pendant of Edgar Allan Poe around her neck. Definitely. And damn, that was cute as hell.

  Yet that moment of charm didn’t change the fact that she, along with everyone else in the school, was a possible suspect.

  The name Mercy Jones wasn’t on Hernandez’s list of those to possibly look out for, but that didn’t clear her outright.

  With that note of caution in the back of his mind, he held out his hand. “Miss Jones.”

  “Mercy.” She smiled and transferred a couple of folders she held in her right arm to her left to shake his hand.

  “Mercy,” he repeated, memorizing the fit of her smaller hand in his and the way her fingers skimmed his palm as she let go.