Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance (10 page)

The tension in my muscles vanished. He was playing a role right now. Deep down inside, I knew that he didn’t think I was anything close to a slut. But somehow hearing him say that made my heart race in a kinky sort of way. Playing along, I asked innocently, "Sir?"

Gage walked in front of me and invaded my personal space. He had fully assumed that interrogator persona of his. "I know what you were up to last night. You were advertising your sweet tits and that perky little ass of yours. You wanted some of that hot, young dick. Maybe you're tired of this old, beat-up soldier."

Were we still playing or was this something else? Maybe it was a little bit of both. "No, Sir. I only want you."

"You want this?" He gestured to his bare chest, the skin marked with tattoos and scars. So many scars. I still hadn’t worked up the courage to ask him about his time in the Army or what, exactly, Delta operators did. I had looked online a few times, and what I had read had left me feeling ashamed of the way I had all but ignored him when I was younger.

Would it have killed me to write him a letter? To send him an email? To mail him a care package? But, no, I had been so obsessed with myself and my happiness that I hadn’t much cared about anyone else.

“I want this.” I looked him right in the eyes. My fingers itched to reach out and trace the dark ink coloring his skin. “I want all of you, Sir. Your tattoos, your scars—all of it.”

His green eyes raked my naked body. "I'm not sure I believe you. I think you're going to have to prove it to me."

I held his intense, hungry gaze. "I'll do anything, Sir."

"Anything?"

I nodded dutifully. "Anything, Sir."

"We'll see." He pointed to the wall. "Back against the wall. Hands in front."

I scurried to do as he had instructed. He picked up his silver handcuffs from the bed. My hands trembled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he snapped the cuffs into place. Holding the chain between the cuffs, he lifted my arms high overhead and draped them over the burnished bronze sconce attached to the wall. The glass candle holder had been removed. It occurred to me that this wasn't just a piece of décor. It had hidden uses—like keeping my hands pinned overhead and forcing me onto my tiptoes.

Gage nodded and allowed the slightest twitch of a smile to grace his mouth. "That's right, sweetheart. I designed this room to serve my needs. That chest at the foot of my bed? It doesn't just hold extra blankets and pillows." He paused and grinned wickedly. "Well—you'll find out later."

My stomach flip-flopped. Oh, hell. What had I gotten myself into this time?

Gage pinched my nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. I tried to twist away from him but he smacked my bottom so hard I gasped. "Oh!"

"Hold still, sub. You said anything, remember?"

"Yes, Sir." I panted as he tormented my breasts with his fingers. I was relieved when he abandoned my breasts and walked over to the bed. When I saw him pick up the flogger, I experienced a tremor of uncertainty. It was just the suede one, the warm-up flogger, but I had no doubt he would move onto the harder one in no time.

I sighed with pleasure as the suede tongues smacked my skin. He expertly wielded the flogger, his wrist flicking just so. The suede strips licked at my belly and thighs before moving to my breasts. When I had grown accustomed to the gentle thud of that impact, Gage tossed the flogger aside and picked up the one that scared me a little. The long leather tongues had enough bite to make me wince and gasp when they impacted my skin.

"Ah!" I did my best to hold still and fought the urge to squirm away from the descending leather tongues. Gage's wrist flicked even faster now. The leather strips whacked my thighs and belly until he had created pink splotches on my skin. He spread the heat to my breasts. The leather snapped against my tender skin. I gasped and cried out but held still.

Slowly, my body began to process the slight pain of the flogging as pleasure. My pussy ached and wetness seeped from my core. I could feel that slick honey dripping down my thighs and cooling on my skin. My clit throbbed and begged for attention.

Always a good master, Gage recognized my need. His fingertips slid between my lower lips and swirled down into the entrance of me before penetrating me fully. I rocked my hips and tottered on my tiptoes. It felt so good to have his fingers thrusting up into me. I wished he would touch my clit but knew better than to ask. Topping from the bottom, right?

"Look at this wet pussy," Gage groaned. "My dirty little slut loves that flogger, doesn’t she?"

"Yes, Sir." I moaned as his fingers penetrated me hard and fast. I couldn't explain it but I loved it when he called me filthy names. Together, in the safety of his bedroom, it felt so deliciously right to be called something so wrong. It heightened the taboo and left me panting for more.

"Do you want to come?" His thumb brushed against my clit and I cried out with need.

"Yes! Yes!
Please
!"

“No.” His thumb flicked my clit a bit faster. "Don’t you dare come, Meg."

"Oh, god. Please, Sir. Please." I clenched my thighs and tried to fight the building climax but it was too hard. His fingers worked my pussy in the way only he could. I glared at the ceiling and tried to think of anything and everything but how fucking good those fingers pounding my pussy and rubbing my clit felt.

But it wasn't enough.

With an unintelligible moan, I came all over his hand, my inner walls rhythmically squeezing his fingers.

Gage let me have the orgasm but then smacked my ass hard. "I thought I told you not to come."

I sagged against the wall and whimpered. "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Somehow I doubt that." He pushed his fingers, the skin glistening wet with my juice, against my lips. I sucked them into my mouth and licked him clean. "You have to be punished so you'll learn, Meg."

"Yes, Sir."

It was crazy but I wanted to be punished. Once we got going in these wild scenes, I craved more and more from Gage. He seemed to sense just how far he could push without freaking me out or breaking me. Together, we were exploring my sexuality and discovering what worked and what didn't.

And I couldn't get enough of it. More. I wanted so much more—and only with Gage.

He picked up two nipple clamps from the bed. I bit my lower lip at the sight of the mean devices. They weren't so bad going on, but coming off, they were terrible. I hissed when the first clamp bit my left nipple and groaned when the second clamped down on my right nipple. He flicked the clamps. I shouted in protest as the metal pincers tugged on my tender skin. Gage cupped my breasts and massaged them. I could feel the blood pounding in my squeezed nipples. The pounding sensation traveled right down to my clit.

"Since you love coming without my permission so much, we're going to learn a little lesson about self-control." He picked up the big, intimidating wand vibrator with the tennis-ball shaped head that he had covered with a condom. "Every time you come, I'm going spank you ten times. Understood?"

I gulped and stared at the vibrator. I couldn't win this one. There was no way I was leaving this room without having my ass beaten. Only the knowledge that I was going to have some incredibly good orgasms made it easier to swallow. "Y-yes, Sir."

He flicked on the vibrator. I could hear the low humming buzz. My toes curled against the floor. He pushed the vibrator between my thighs. The big, vibrating ball opened the folds of my pussy and glided between my slick labia.

My hands curled into fists. The vibrator swirled over my clit and then dipped lower to the entrance of my pussy. Back and forth, Gage moved the vibrator along the seam of my sex. It didn't take long for the first spasms of ecstasy to overwhelm me.

I had barely come down from that first orgasm when Gage kicked it up a notch. The intense shuddering rippled through my pussy. When he plunged two fingers into me, I lost it. I came so hard I couldn't breathe or make a noise. I just trembled and quaked as the vibrator and his fingers shoved me into a third orgasm.

“Gage!” I sucked in a long, shaky breath and tried to clear the dizziness swarming my head. In the back of my mind, I knew I had broken a rule. I had called him by his name, but none of that mattered right now. No, all I could think about were the fingers thrusting into me so fast now. He had curled them in my channel, stroking and teasing until I thought I was going to pass out from sheer joy. The vibrator showed no mercy. That low, tight coil of bliss in my belly sprang free when he slid a third finger into me.

I shrieked like a banshee as I came. My pussy gushed around his thick, rough fingers as that damn vibrator forced me to keep coming and coming. As my shrieks bounced off the walls of our bedroom, he talked to me in that low, encouraging voice that made my heart race.

"Oh, that's it, sugar. Keep coming for me. Give it to me. Give me your cum, Meg."

I surfed the endless waves of pleasure until I couldn't take anymore. I sagged against the wall. The cuffs pulled almost painfully against my wrists. Those clamps pinching my nipples jingled as Gage shifted me free from the sconce and carried me over to the wooden chest at the foot of his bed.

I was a wet, shaking, shuddery mess and grateful for the way he held me atop his lap. Safe in his embrace, I rested my cheek against his shoulder. He caressed my back with long, slow movements and tenderly kissed my temple and nose. When I had finally recovered from that orgasm induced stupor, he asked, “Are you all right?”

I nodded shakily. “Yes, Sir.”

Cupping my face, he searched my face. “You understand that when we’re playing like this and when I use words like slut, I don’t mean them.”

“I understand.”

“I could never think that about you, Meg. You’re precious to me.” He kissed me again, lingering and soft. With a dark and sexy grin, he explained, “But sometimes it’s fun to play with these taboo ideas. It’s fun to push the boundaries and say things that excite or confuse you.” He dragged his thumb along the curve of my jaw. “If it ever goes too far or if I make you feel bad or wrong, you just have to say our safe word. We’ll stop and figure it out, okay?”

“Okay.” I trusted him not to go that far or to hurt or abuse me. He wasn’t trying to mind fuck me. He just wanted to help me feel and explore different parts of my sexuality.

“Let’s get you something to do drink.” He leaned down and picked up a bottle of blue sports drink and a small towel. Apparently he had prepared for every possibility tonight.

“Small sips,” he urged as he held the bottle to my lips. My hands were still trembling from all that adrenaline so I happily perched on his lap while he gave me juice and then wiped away the slick wetness clinging to my inner thighs.

He pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear. "Ready to go on?"

I knew what was coming. He was going to spank me and probably take off the nipple clamps. Still, I nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." He stood and carefully set me on my feet. He watched me for a few seconds, as if concerned I would faint, and then instructed me to climb onto the chest.

Down on all fours atop the wooden chest, I finally spotted the hooks and rings hidden along the sides and back of the piece of furniture. Gage used a small chain from his collection of kinky implements to hook my handcuffs to the ring along the top edge of the chest. My ankles were quickly secured to the sides with leather cuffs and rings.

I wiggled but found there wasn't much movement left. With my ass in the air and my head down, I was totally at his mercy. Gage reached under me and pulled off my nipple clamps. "Ow!"

The bastard chuckled, and I glared at him. My poor abused nipples pulsed and ached as he twisted and tweaked them. He kissed me roughly and hard, his tongue darting between my lips and swiping the roof of my mouth. He sucked on the tip of my tongue and nibbled my lower lip. "Remember your safe word, Meg."

"Yes, Sir." I recognized his gentle warning. He was going to push me this time. Maybe too far…

He kissed me again. The tenderness of his kiss washed away my doubts. I trusted Gage implicitly. Was he going to hurt me? Yep. Was he going to harm me? No. Never.

Gage rose and walked around behind me. I couldn't see him and didn’t dare glance over my shoulder. I didn't want to see it coming. Anticipation knotted in my belly. I held my breath as I waited for that first whack.

"
Oof
!" I exhaled roughly as his palm cracked my butt. It smacked me twice on that side and then hopped to the other. He wasted no time warming up my backside with his big hand. "No! Oh! Ow!"

"Such a bad, bad girl," Gage murmured as he beat my ass. "Coming without her master's permission."

"Yes, Sir," I sobbed. My ass was on fire. He spanked me harder now and even faster. I lost count of the blows around twenty-five. Still, they kept falling. His hand bounced off my butt cheeks until they were hot and prickling.

I sucked in a shuddery breath as he stopped spanking me but the relief was short-lived. Something scratchy and cold rasped my sensitive ass. A hairbrush, I realized. It had natural bristles that scraped against my skin. "No! Sir, please!"

"What's wrong, Meg?” The brush swept across my blazing hot ass. "You don’t like this?"