Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance

by Lola Rivera

  He slathered lube on the condom and pressed his cock against my anus. I consciously relaxed and welcomed his invading dick. I winced as he pierced me. The first few strokes were always the strangest. The biting sting wasn't very comfortable. Always a good Dom, Gage stopped at the first sign of my discomfort. He touched my cheek and held my gaze. "You okay, sugar?"

  "Just trying to acclimate to you. Sir," I added quickly, my mind wrapped up in all the feelings and not on protocol.

  He smiled and caressed my inner thighs. "I wouldn't have dinged you for forgetting the Sir that time, Meg." He stroked my lower belly. "You tell me when you’re ready. Okay, baby?"

  I nodded. “I’m ready, Gage.”

  He eased into me, inch by inch, until his cock was fully sheathed. Always looking out for my comfort, he added more lube when he pulled back, keeping just the fat head of his dick in my channel, and penetrated me again. The brief discomfort faded, and I relaxed against the bed. It started to feel so good. Every nerve-ending in my body was tingling now.

  "Take me, Sir," I begged. "Fuck me."

  "Oh, sweetheart," he said with a laugh. "This might be one of the few times I'm going to give you exactly what you want when you want it."

  I cried out as he shoved deep and hard into my ass. Unable to clutch him, I gripped the metal slats of the headboard as he plowed my bottom. When he brought the vibrator to my clit, I saw stars. The fast vibrations set me off as he thrust into me.

  He grabbed the chain dangling between my breasts and gave it a light tug. My nipples throbbed as he tormented them. My ass clenched his cock. That panicky flutter invaded my core and I came hard. "Sir! Oh!"

  "That's it, Meg." He growled through clenched teeth. "Come for your master." He fucked my ass so hard the bed rattled and shook. He kept the vibrator on my clit and forced me to climax again, this one sharp and almost painful. He tugged on the chain between the clamps, and I shrieked as the waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

  When he pulled out of me, I groaned. My bottom protested the emptiness. I wanted him in me again, stretching me, filling me. He removed the condom and slid into my soaking wet pussy with one hard thrust. I gasped as he flicked free the nipple clamps. Blood rushed into the starved vessels. He bent low and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. His tongue laved my puckered skin. He teethed my breast gently and then moved to my left side where he performed the same process of licking and sucking and biting.

  Shaking with need and overcome with lust, I gazed into his smoky eyes. I rose up to meet his searching kiss. His tongue stabbed between my lips as he claimed me. His rough palms glided over my sweaty skin. He cupped and pinched and caressed until I had tears in my eyes from the tenderness of it all.

  Slowly, he moved his hips. Gage pumped his cock into me, the plunging strokes long and easy. His kisses left me dizzy and wanting. Our tongues dueled, and he fucked me into another long, drawn out orgasm that left me wrung out and boneless.

  "Gage—I—ah!" Coming hard, I arched up off the bed and undulated beneath him. The pleasurable waves radiated right through me and into him. Gage held my gaze, his lips hovering over mine as he chased his climax. He captured my mouth as he came, filling me with his seed.

  His forehead touched mine as we shuddered with aftershocks. It was a long time before he moved and even then I could tell it was done reluctantly. He carefully untied my ankles and unlocked the cuffs. His big paws massaged my limbs as he examined me for bruising or injury.

  I started to sit up to help him clear away the toys, but he shook his head and kissed me. "You've earned this one. Let me do the cleanup."

  I wasn't about to argue. I felt so blissed-out I could barely move. "Okay."

  Gage grinned and kissed the tip of my nose. "Wow. Not even a slight attempt to change my mind on that one."

  I shook my head. "I know a good deal when I hear one."

  Laughing, he slipped off the bed and put away the ropes, flogger, and clamps. He carried the vibrator into the bathroom to clean it and disposed of the condom he had worn. When he came back, he had a warm wash cloth and a dry hand towel that he used to wipe away the evidence of our coupling.

  The necessities out of the way, he slid into bed with me. I spotted the cuffs on the pillow and picked them up. "You forgot to put these on the dresser, next to your other cop stuff."

  He shook his head. "No, I didn't. They don't go there anymore."

  I frowned with confusion and sat up in bed. Staring down at him, I asked, "What do you mean?"

  His lips twitched with amusement. "Look at them."

  Brow furrowed, I studied the silver handcuffs. At first glance, I didn't even notice the engraving. My heart skipped a beat as I gazed at the words now engraved on them. Each cuff had a different inscription.

  Cuffs: Property of Meg.

  Meg: Property of Gage.

  My lips curved in a grin. It was horribly sexist, I supposed, to be called property, but I wouldn't have had it described any other way. Gage had owned me from the moment he had first discovered me handcuffed to his bed.

  "They'll stay here from now on," Gage explained. "I picked up a new set for work. These belong to you."

  "To us," I corrected. "They're ours to use and enjoy."

  He nodded. Then with a teasing smile, he added, "This isn't your Christmas gift by the way. You’ll need your suitcase and passport for that.”

  My jaw dropped. “You’re taking me on vacation? But I thought you were going hunting with your friends?”

  He shook his head. “I’m not about to miss my first Christmas with my girl to go spend a week freezing my ass off in a deer blind or crammed into a cabin with a half a dozen guys.” He rubbed my lower belly and traced a slow circle around my navel. “When Jack told me he was taking your mom on a cruise, I decided you deserved a tropical getaway, too.”

  In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder if the Cruz men were taking us out of the country for a specific reason, maybe something to do with the shooting at the house and my ongoing problems with that gang. I wasn’t about to ask and ruin this moment. I decided I really didn’t want to know if my suspicions were true.

  Laughing, I leaned forward and kissed him. "Thank you."

  "Don't," he whispered and touched my cheek. "I should thank you."

  "For?"

  "Showing me love," he said softly.

  Deciding to lay it all on the line, I confessed, "I do love you, Gage. I love you so much."

  "I know." Grinning, he cupped the back of my head and drew me down for a sensual kiss. "I know because I love you, too. You're everything to me, Meg."

  Our lips met in a loving kiss. We embraced as we tasted one another. When our lips parted, I gazed into his earnest face. His honest expression told me everything I needed to know. He loved me. Without reservation. Without condition. I hoped he could see that it was the same for me.

  "Are we having a moment?" I couldn't help but tease.

  Gage chuckled and nipped at my neck. "I think so."

  "We're going to make it work, right?"

  Gage didn't even hesitate. "Yes."

  I believed him. Gage's strength and my stubbornness were a formidable match. We complimented each other perfectly, and if any couple in such an unconventional situation had a chance of making it through to the end, it was us.

  Gage's thumb brushed my nipple. "You hungry?"

  I nodded and smiled at his change of subject. To Gage, everything was so simple and black and white. He had said we were going to make it work so we would. End of story. "I missed lunch."

  He frowned and pinched my nipple hard enough to make me yelp. "I thought we agreed you were going to eat well and stay hydrated and get plenty of rest during finals week."

  I had the decency to look sheepish and apologetic. "Yes, we did."

  "And what was the punishment?"

  I gulped. "The paddle."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Right now?"

  Gage eyed me carefully. "No. I think I'm going t
o bank this punishment and dole it out when you least expect it."

  My jaw dropped. "You're joking! No way. I don't want that hanging over me!"

  "Master's prerogative," he reminded me.

  I figured he had shown me leniency by not coming down on me for questioning him just now so I didn't push. Rather glumly, I dropped my gaze. "Yes, Sir."

  Gage snorted and cupped my face. His thumb stroked my cheek. "Keep pouting and I'll add a couple of extra whacks."

  My gaze snapped to his face. He wasn't joking. I plastered a bright, fake smile on my face. "Oh, Sir, I can't wait to have my ass paddled!"

  Gage laughed so hard he fell back against his pillow. I took advantage and tossed my leg over his hips. Straddling him, I interlaced our fingers and pushed his hands over his head. The dominance of my position didn't escape him. His eyes flashed with a spark of surprise and maybe just the smallest amount of interest. I could feel his cock throbbing between my thighs. I gave a little wiggle, rubbing my slick heat against his hardening shaft, and grinned at the needful groan I drew from his throat.

  He rose up to capture my mouth. "Don't even think about getting used to this."

  "Oh, I don't know." I pushed down until his cock impaled me. "I think maybe I've got a touch of the Domme in me."

  He laughed and nipped at my chin. "Maybe."

  "Who knows?" I lowered my mouth to his. "Maybe it's time for us to explore your submissive side."

  Gage stunned me by flipping me right onto my back. The swift, easy movement shocked me. In one moment, I had gone from the one in control to the one pinned to the bed. "It would be a very short exploration."

  I threw my head back in pleasure as his stiff cock thrust deep inside me. "Might be interesting."

  "I can think of much more interesting ways to spend our time in the bedroom." Gage pumped his hips, and my shoulders arched off the bed.

  Smiling and trembling with desire, I pressed my lips to his ear. "Show me."

  * * *

  Gage and Meg’s story will continue in the upcoming sequel CLAIMED BY THE BAD BOY COP.

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  Erotica writing alter-ego of New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Roxie Rivera. Autism Mama. Paramedic Wifey. Great Dane Collector. (Home)Schoolmarm. Amateur homesteader.

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