Cuff Master (17 page)

“What have you done?” He laughed, darkly, seductively. His
free hand stroked her ass, squeezing where he’d spanked her and then smacking
her again. A thousand shimmers spread from the imprint of his palm on her ass
all over her skin, waking up her inner vixen.

“You’ve stolen from me. You’ve challenged me. You’ve denied
me access to your tight little cunt for more than four hours. Four. Fucking.
Hours!”

“I’m allowed some recovery time.”

“Only if I say so,” her Master replied.

Right at that moment, Morgan understood that she was
entirely at his mercy. If she called a halt, he’d stop, they’d make love and
all would be normal. But she didn’t go into her relationship with Ethan Maddox
expecting sex to be vanilla or ordinary.

She knew what he was. She knew what she was. Finally
accepting her submissiveness was eye opening.

Of course, she’d known it. She’d submitted before.
Understanding the power within her to remain cuffed and unable to do much more
than put up a meager defense was better than any drug or artificial high.

Already a buzz of desire coursed up and down her spine,
sliding over her skin enticingly, increasing the tension on the harp’s chord
that vibrated deep within her core.

“What do you want, Detective?” she asked, lowering her head
so that it brushed the seat cushion.

“Everything, including your fine ass.”

“You…you’re going to fuck me in the ass?”

“Prepare you for it, yes. Take you, not until you beg for
it. And you will, my sub, you will beg me to fuck your ass. But let’s not get
ahead of ourselves. First you must pay for stealing my heart.”

“I didn’t mean to,” she defended meekly.

“Liar,” he barked, his palm rising and falling in quick succession.
“You knew what would happen if you came into my world. Didn’t you?”

“Yes, Detective.”

“You knew that the second I put my cock in your pussy, we
were committed to each other.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, but the fact that you left me hanging and
miserable for months,” he answered. “Do you know how often I jacked myself off
thinking about fucking you?”

“About as often as I thought about you? The only difference
was that I didn’t touch myself. I was too afraid I’d fail you.”

Ethan smoothed his hand over her ass. He snagged her long
skirt, jerking it up until it covered her cuffed wrists.

The cuffs were real. No bargain store imitations. They were
cold hard steel and disconcerting because no human being could wiggle out of
them. The little chain cementing the cuffs together tickled the bare skin of
her lower back.

Due to her position, gravity caused her blouse to slip to
her shoulders, exposing her back.

“You can never fail me, sub. You’re my lover, the woman I
intend to grow old with. Failure isn’t an option.”

“What’s the price I must pay for freedom, Detective?”

“Promise to guard my heart since there’s no getting it
back.”

“With all my heart and all that I am, I will,” she vowed.

Her response didn’t free her from the cuffs. She didn’t
expect it to.

“Then you’ve earned the right to fly.” There was a change
behind her. She didn’t move, but the pressure of his body and leg let up.

Morgan wanted to look to find out what was going on. She
didn’t. To look would spoil whatever Ethan planned to do next.

“Do you permit me to begin preparing your tight ass for my
cock?” he requested, yanking her panties so hard they shredded and disappeared.

Her ass felt hot and red. She was a little dizzy from her
head-to-seat position, but she wasn’t worried about a headache or the spanking.
Even though it had stung, the zinging going on under her flesh had awakened a
fire within her that burned as bright as the sun.

“I do, Detective,” she permitted, even though she was
suddenly nervous.

Ethan was talking anal sex here. She’d never thought about
it as something she’d want to do until the two of them read an erotic scene
from a Ransom Hunter novel that featured anal intercourse.

The vampire-for-hire hero was a sex master who fucked women
and men in order to feed. And the author had a way with words that had turned
both Ethan and Morgan on.

The chapter had made Morgan curious to know how it felt to
be taken in such a forbidden way. Ethan told her what it felt like from a man’s
perspective. Afterward, they tossed the book aside and he fucked her
doggie-style and teased her asshole with his thick thumb.

“You are very brave, sub. It makes me proud to be your
Master.” His hand swept up and down her ass cheeks.

One of his fingers was cool, sleek and oiled. His palm slid
to the crack of her butt, his thumb and pinkie spreading her cheeks wide for
the ultra-smooth glide of a long lubricated finger pushing into her ass.

Biting down on her lip, she breathed in and took it. The
fiery bite that followed the invasion of his finger in her asshole triggered a
flood of moisture from her pussy. The eroticism, the merciless push and feel of
him stretching her made her whole body tense with the need to come.

“Oh god, oh fucking hell, Master, that’s so fucking wicked
and so very good,” she muttered, not even aware if he could hear her.

“Good girl, good, very good,” he praised, pushing two
fingers in and out, fucking her with them as her body caved in to being taken
in such a naughty way.

He withdrew just as she began to rock her hips and push her breasts
against the solid back of the lounge chair. “Need to come or fuck or something,
please, Master. Please!”

“Lift your head and look at something,” he said, using one
hand to grasp her hair and bring her up with a sharp tug.

As always, he didn’t threaten her stitches or cause pain.
Even at his most dominating, Ethan was a man who’d never harm another person,
especially her.

Keeping that in mind, she showed no fear as he compelled her
to look at a dual-sided leather paddle.

“What is it?” she asked. He hadn’t told her she couldn’t ask
questions. She should be safe from further trouble.

“A slapper. Do you know what it’s for?”

Wanting to test him a bit, Morgan smirked. “I assume you’re
planning to paddle me with it. Do you think it will scare me?”

“It’s going to sting. I don’t mean the way my palm stung
your backside. It’s double. One side strikes, the second slaps the first. If
it’s too much for you to take today, say so and I’ll get something softer.”

“Discipline is going to happen no matter what I decide?”

“Discipline stops when you want it to stop, always. Do we
stop altogether or proceed with this or something else? Your other choice is a
flogger.”

“Can’t we just fuck, Ethan?”

He tightened his hand on her hair. “Don’t you want to fly?
You’re already buzzing all over.”

“Yes. I want to go as far as you will take me.”

“With me, you will. Do we continue with the slapper? Have
your say now.”

Morgan was scared. She wasn’t going to deny it. At the same
time, her pussy was creaming with the evidence of how badly she wanted, no,
needed to fuck. Ethan was so firm, so dominant and in charge, she couldn’t
resist the wickedness the dual-sided paddle presented.

“If you make it so I can’t sit for a day when this is done,
you’re cut off until I decide I’m ready to fuck again.”

“That a yes, sub?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Head to the cushion as you were,” he instructed, guiding
her ever so gently down. “Keep your legs spread wide.”

She hadn’t moved her legs. At least, she didn’t think she
had. Bracing herself as much as possible, her arms were getting a bit sore,
though she wasn’t in any true discomfort.

“When you’re ready to be fucked, tell me where you want my
dick. Your cunt or your ass, it’s your choice.”

It was odd that she only just realized Ethan was naked. He
must have undressed before he came into the room. Clothes would have given him
away. She might never know how he managed to bring in cuffs, lube and a paddle.

Brilliant man, she thought, just as he bent close and
whispered, “Be brave. Nothing I ever do will harm you, okay? The cuffs have a
fail-safe if you get scared.”

“Not afraid of you, Detective. Go ahead and slap me with
that thing. See who caves first and demands to be fucked.”

“It’ll be you, lover.”

With that, the flexible leather paddle connected with the
flesh of her ass, twice. The sting was indescribably harsher and more insistent
than a spanking. It quickly dawned on her that he hadn’t paddled twice. The
leather pieces were flexible, creating a dual slapping noise that resounded so
loudly that she gasped.

“Ohmigod,” she cried out, incredulous at the seductive,
merciless heat that spread through her entire body.

He paddled her ass again, deliberately alternating which
side he paddled to keep her guessing and sending slivers of volcanic desire
through her entire being. If he wasn’t superb at handling her discipline, the
paddling would hurt.

Instead, he awakened a dark, seductive need within her. With
every second that passed, she wanted to fuck more. She was so turned-on that
she could feel the moisture drip down her inner thighs.

“Do you want more, sub?” her Master demanded.

Heat centered low in her feminine core, teasing her clit and
empty pussy, making her cry out, “Yes, more, please, help me come.”

Feeling a bit like she was standing outside of herself
watching, she imagined her ass was red hot with marks the same shape as the
slender paddle. She felt the heaviness of Ethan’s hand on her skin, the stroke
of his fingers and the uncommon gentleness in his touch.

At all times, he remained connected to her through the gift
of touch. Gradually, she became aware that he no longer paddled her ass. His
hand rose and fell. She heard the slapping sounds. Her skin tingled with
awareness of him as her Master.

But Ethan was striking something else, his palm maybe,
taking the worst of the pain into his keeping. The skill it took to do that
stunned her, making the impact of being disciplined that much more magical.

The darkness of it all suddenly set off the need to be
fucked mercilessly, like right now!

“More paddling or do we fuck?” he requested, paddling once,
twice and a third time. On the third, he’d wedged his finger between her ass
cheeks and teased her asshole.

“Mercy, fuck me,” she pled. “Must come, have to come.”

Ethan dropped the slapper on the cushion, letting it land
very close to her head with a thump. A foil wrapper crinkled and the empty
condom package landed by the slapper. A squirt followed, the sound of his firm
hand stroking his cock teased her.

“Please! I need you, Master.”

“Pussy or ass, choose.”

He came up very close, continuing to use her skirt,
off-kilter blouse and the cuffs to keep her as his prisoner. The glorious feel
of his naked, superbly muscled body snuggling up behind her hot ass calmed her,
centered her.

The bulbous head of his cock nudged the crack of her ass,
prepared to move up a bit if she said ass or down if she said pussy. Refusing
to be afraid of anything Ethan wanted of her, Morgan made the ultimate
surrender.

“Ass, please, Master.” Thank goodness he’d left a disposable
anal douche in the bathroom that morning, giving her a not-so-blatant hint that
they’d engage in anal sex sometime soon and not just enjoy finger play after
reading erotica together.

“You are the sweetest lover I’ve ever known, Morgan,” he
bestowed, suddenly showing some mercy by unlocking the cuffs to free her wrists
and toss them aside.

The change and rush of blood was almost more painful than
the paddling. She whimpered out loud, shaking a bit.

“You okay?” he whispered, his firm hands rubbing her
shoulders to ease the needle-pricking sensation.

“I’m fine, thank you, Master.” As soon as she was ready, his
arms came around her middle to gently guide her up.

“Use the chair to brace yourself. So proud of you,” he
bestowed, kissing the back of her head as she propped herself on the chair.

The head of his shaft parted her back passage, entering.
Fire spread from his point of entry, biting at first. He didn’t push hard, but
he didn’t back off or shy away when Morgan gasped and hissed a little. He
hugged her tighter, kissing her head again and uttering words meant to reassure
her.

At first it was scary, a little harsh and unrelenting.
Strangely, it didn’t hurt as much as she’d feared. With every inch of
latex-lubricated cock she took, the erotic, edgy burn morphed into hedonistic
pleasure far naughtier and more thrilling than she’d ever imagined.

Yet as filled as her ass was right then, her pussy was
empty.

“Let go, Morgan. Fuck me back. You’re incredibly hot and
tight, sweetie, damn. Not going to last too long, come with me.”

Releasing her inner sex goddess, Morgan arched and took his
cock as deeply as possible. “Do it, Detective. Claim ownership of my ass as you
claimed everything else.”

Ethan grunted harshly, setting up a rhythm that took her to
a whole new plane of existence. Feeling as though they were dancing on air, her
mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, sensations and wonder.

Through it all, he remained her anchor, keeping her safe and
giving her so much love and kindness even as he fucked her in the most
forbidden of ways. She was awed, loved and completely, utterly taken.

Ethan’s right hand maneuvered between her thighs, unerringly
finding her pussy to relieve the ache and tension that the ass fucking caused.
Two big fingers pushed into her vaginal opening, his thumb crushing her clit
with the same intensity as his grinding, thrusting hips.

“Fucking hell, Morgan, I can feel my cock in your ass!”
Stunned by his revelation, Morgan slowed to appreciate the depth of being
fingered, loving the way he caressed the thin membrane separating her pussy and
ass.