Cuff Master (14 page)

“That’s it,” he praised. “Don’t be tentative. You won’t hurt
me.”

With his permission, Morgan grasped him tighter, jerking him
in earnest now. “You’ve a huge cock,” she praised, studying it closely as she
run her fingers up and down the rigged veins. “Do you prefer a woman to
swallow?”

Making sure he was nowhere near her forehead, he grasped her
hair and tugged. “While it is good that you like my penis, I already said no
more questions.”

“I’m sorry, Detective!”

“The next time you forget, you’ll be disciplined. Nod if you
accept the consequence.”

She nodded once.

“You’re to make amends now by using only one hand and your
mouth to get me off. With the other, stroke your cunt until you come again.
Only then may you swallow my seed.”

Morgan shuddered all over, her eyes widened and her cheeks
grew as flushed as when she’d climaxed.

Showing no sign of fear, she ringed the base of his cock
with her left hand, placing her right on her knee as she leaned in close and
inhaled his scent. He was real glad they’d both washed up. His penis wouldn’t
taste like a condom.

Morgan blew on him, distracting him from thoughts of
rubbers. Her breath was warm, moist and enticing.

Already pre-cum dripped forth. She didn’t stop. She licked
it, swallowed and licked some more. Her attention and devotion to his cock head
was both heaven and hell. He wanted to drive himself deeper between her lips
and feel the wet haven of her warm mouth.

While there was innocence in the way she tested where he was
most sensitive, there was no hesitation. She licked him as if she was addicted
to his taste, teasing and learning how best to please him.

“Suck me now!” Wrapping her hair around his fingers, he kept
control of her head to put force behind his command. It was up to her to accept
the challenge.

Morgan made a cute little murmuring sound in her throat. Her
lips parted and she took him inside, sucking on him with a ruthless desire to
reach one goal, to make him come.

Inexperienced though she’d been until now, she quickly made
up for it with enthusiasm and intuitively knowing to draw back some to lick the
crown, swallow his pre-cum, circle the helmet and hone in on the underside
before bobbing her head naughtily. With only one hand, she grasped his shaft,
squeezing and pumping him in time with her sucking.

Feeling his eyes roll back, Ethan blinked to refocus on her.
He had to watch her get him off. More so, he had to watch her get herself off.
Already, her free hand slid up her knee to her inner thigh, seeking the warmth
of her cunt.

Seeing everything she was doing wasn’t possible, but he
could see her hand moving and quickly learned to read her tells, those subtle
movements and hums she made whenever she stroked her clit.

From what he could surmise, she touched only her clit,
stroking slowly and certainly. Her mouth parted again, drawing Ethan’s cock
farther inside. The heat of her was indescribable. The suction was amazing.

Without a doubt, this was the best head he’d ever been
given. Morgan’s gaze locked with his, trust and love reflecting deep within her
eyes. That was the difference. She did it with the genuine desire to please
him.

Guiding her head with utmost gentleness, he began to thrust
slowly in and out of her mouth, timing it so that she was able to keep rubbing
her clit without faltering. Instinctively, she took in as much of him as she
could take without choking.

Adding in her tightened fist around his shaft, she kept
pumping and sucking, alternately licking his cock head. She was utterly
amazing, beautiful and all Ethan’s.

Giving himself over to her, he fucked her mouth in earnest.
Her mouth was hot, wet and gloriously inventive. Already she’d figured out how
to adjust her position to take more cock without gagging.

Morgan drew off. Her breathing was so harsh and sporadic
that he almost hefted her off the floor. Fortunately, he remained still as she
fell forward, crying out, “I’m coming.”

As soon as she steadied herself, she resumed sucking him
off. She was so good at it that she only had to ring his cock and suck strongly
to get him trembling. Ethan thrust into her mouth until he touched the back of
her throat once, drew back a little and came.

Shaking all over, he kept hold of her to steady himself.
Still looking up at him, she leaned back, showing him ropes of cum on her
tongue before closing her mouth and swallowing.

Damn! He damn near collapsed. That was sexy as fuck.

“Morgan, you are amazing. You know that?” he praised, still
shaking.

He might be the Dominant. She had all the power right then.

“I came. I didn’t think about it and I came.”

“Twice, honey. You did it twice. Your reward is the right to
pleasure yourself anytime you want over the next few days. No matter the time
or place, if you get horny, touch yourself. The only catch is you need to think
about me.”

“That’s easy. You’re always on my mind, Detective. Can I ask
questions now?”

“Yes you may, sweetie.”

Grinning, Ethan freed her hair to grab her shoulders and
help her to her feet. Gathering her close, he walked her over to the stairs and
sat, setting her across his lap. Her perfect ass was warm and soft.

“Everything okay? You’re not scared of anything we’ve done
so far?” he asked.

“Everything’s good. I want it this way, Ethan. I’d
mistakenly thought submission would mean losing who I am to you. That’s not
true. I’m more me with you than I could ever be without you.”

“That’s quite a compliment. I’ll take it.” Hugging her
close, he was glad she wasn’t afraid.

Tonight was only the beginning of her journey into the
lifestyle. While he’d never hurt her, she might get scared when she saw his
dungeon in the Boston townhouse or took her to Alex and Ryan’s place on the
members-only BDSM weekends.

“Morgan, things I’ll ask of you as we get further along in
our relationship might scare you. Always remember your safe word and that
you’ve the right to negotiate what you will and won’t do.”

“I will. Can I start now?”

“Of course,” he granted.

“I’ve never been overly fond of small spaces. That’s one
reason I chose the downstairs restroom. It’s huge! Closets scare me. I think
it’s because when I was a child some spirits who showed themselves to me came
out of them.”

“I can only imagine how scary it was for you.”

“Once I understood more of my abilities, the fears lessened.
But I still make sure my closet door is closed at night. And I go inside long
enough to grab something to wear and get out.”

“The closet in my master bedroom in Boston is huge. Will
that be of help?”

“Some, yes, just as long as the door’s not shut when I’m in
there and is closed when I come out.”

“I won’t forget to close it.”

“Following up with the closets, I’d prefer not to be trapped
in a box or a cage.”

“I got it. Bondage is okay, though, if it’s on a bed or a
table? A Katherine wheel can be good, exciting and scary, but it’s open.”

“Yes, I’d be willing to try it. Also, as much as I am
addicted to vampire erotica and wouldn’t mind playacting, I don’t want actual
bloodletting.”

“Oh Morgan, I promise to live up to that fantasy and you’ll
love it. No blood will be shed. I vow it. Now I’ve a question.”

“Okay.”

“Would you be willing to let me pierce your bellybutton or
nipples if it won’t disturb you or trigger problems due to the psychometry?”

“If it’s something that you’ve made, it should be safe. I’d
like to think about it first. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“No tats for me?”

“That’s up to you. I’d love to give you some ink, but only
if you request it. Anything else you’d like to ask me about?”

“I’m good. I’d like to thank you for letting me suck you
off. It was an honor.”

“Babe, the honor was mine. You’re incredibly gifted.”

“But I need to remember the rules even with the tats,
right?”

“Goes without saying,” he answered. “Thank you for gifting
me with your orgasms. They are as precious to me as jewels. I will treasure
them always.”

Kissing her tenderly on her bruised forehead, he offered a
prayer of continued healing and thanked her again for the gift of her
submission.

* * * * *

A week after Morgan’s fateful encounter with Jenna Bailey’s
ghost and being struck by an unknown assailant, Ethan agreed to a walk around
Salem. Since she’d woken up in bed after her migraine, they’d spent most of their
time making love.

While she loved every moment, she needed to stop by her
apartment, start her car and go to Enchanted Treasures to check on Remy and her
clerk. Her two clerks, Mary and Penny, rotated on a two- or three-day-a-week
schedule.

Morgan closed the store on Saturdays and Sundays. She was
looking forward to seeing the place. It was where she felt closest to Grandma
because she knew her father’s mother was still there. They talked regularly
when the customers were gone.

While she’d been financially secure enough to maintain her
modest rent, the small business and two employees, she wouldn’t have been able
to expand or go to college herself until she started working for Remy. Now that
she was with Ethan, maybe she could earn an advanced degree.

“Ethan?” she asked as they strolled along Salem Common. She
wore a black coat over an emerald green jersey dress and black ankle boots.
“I’ve something to talk to you about.”

“I’m listening,” he said, hugging her close with his arm
around her waist. He wore a pair of jeans, combat boots, a black sweater and a
suede brown jacket.

It wasn’t terribly cold out, but there was a chill in the
air that came with autumn and Salem’s proximity to the water. Trees around the
Common were already turning golden brown, orange and deep red.

“You and your brothers own profitable businesses and have
figured out how to be financially secure. In addition, you each have successful
careers beyond tattooing. Would you teach me how to do that? I love my shop and
what I do, but there’s more for me.”

Ethan drew her off the well-worn path and leaned back
against a big maple tree. “You don’t have to ask. We’re together now, and if
you’re agreeable, we can combine your business with ours.”

“Wouldn’t Taran and Phalen have a say in that?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind. We can talk it over with them
when Phalen and Cassie return from Hawaii. Tell me something, Morgan. What
career would you like to get into?”

“I’d like to be an archaeologist like my dad was. It sounds
silly, I’m sure. I mean, I’m twenty-eight and I have an associate’s degree in
history. Maybe it’s too late or grandiose to even think it. But if I take one
course at a time, it shouldn’t be too terribly expensive to try.”

He took hold of her hands and held her fingers tight. “If you
want to be an archaeologist, be one. It’s not silly. What does it matter how
long it takes? I don’t know jack about what kind of courses you’d need, but
I’ll help you succeed.”

“You will?” she asked, extremely thrilled with his answer.

“I will. Is that why you want to work with Remy?”

“Yes. I plan to use the money to pay for online courses. I
didn’t know any other way, since I can’t afford more than two part-time
employees.”

“Considering your ability with psychometry, I think you’d
make a great archaeologist, especially if you concentrate on objects gathered
at a dig.”

“That’s what my father did. He’d dig for plates, weapons,
clothing, furniture or various things a society or culture used on a day-to-day
basis. He’d then date them and gather data based on the historical time period
and write about it all in journals. He was very good and a wonderful professor
too.”

“You mentioned your father supported you,” Ethan said. “I’m
glad you had that when you were young.”

“So do I. I miss him terribly. Every once in a while he’d
bring home something he was working on, an arrowhead or shard of broken
pottery, and he’d let me touch it briefly. I could tell him so much about the
person who used it. He’d listen and back it up with research.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that. I miss my parents every
day. The best we can do is live life to the fullest.”

Morgan smiled. “I’m certainly doing that with you.”

“We’ve only begun exploring what we’ll do together, Morgan.
The only thing is, let’s see if you can arrange to take courses in person. I’m
not saying there’s anything wrong with online. But you should have the
experience of a classroom.”

“I’d have to ask my clerks to work longer hours.”

“Don’t forget you have me, Taran, Phalen and Cassie to help
you out. If you decide to join forces with Maddox businesses, we’ll help you
keep your store open for however many hours and days you want. I’d also
recommend talking it over with Alex Grant. The man’s a genius with money.”

“Okay. I’m not expecting you to pay for the courses. My work
with Remy will help.”

Ethan bent his head a little. A lock of hair fell across his
eyes. He didn’t have long hair due to a preference for looking professional on
the job. But he definitely had some waves that could make it a bit unruly after
a night of sex.

He was adorable when he woke up in the morning with locks of
hair sticking up here and there. Not that she’d awaken the bear if she were to
point it out or tease him. He was at his most cuddly first thing in the morning
and making love was slow, patient and extremely loving.

“Now don’t be worrying about that, sweetie. If that’s how
you want to use the income you make from the show, go for it. Bear in mind that
ghost hunter reality shows are the rage. What if they fade?”

“I didn’t think of that. Remy wants to take the show beyond
New England.”

“I hope he succeeds, for your sake, if nothing else. No
matter what, I’d like to help you with your education. If it’s studying, I’ll
be there. If it’s paying for courses, I’ll do that. It’ll be up to you.”