Cuff Master (18 page)

Morgan loved every ferocious minute of it! The naughty side
of her nature exploded. A side she rarely explored because she’d feared people
would perceive her as weird.

Look at her now. She took Ethan Maddox’s huge
porn-star-sized cock deep in her ass and got off on it. A firestorm of orgasm
spread through her until she couldn’t tell what felt better, having her clit
manipulated, her pussy finger-fucked or her ass getting rammed.

Letting go, Morgan came with a ferocity that couldn’t be
described, multiplying her desire for more. It was almost criminal how the
aftershocks of climax kept setting off another and another.

Hearing herself shout to the rafters, Morgan rejoiced at the
sound of Ethan’s hoarse voice joining hers. “Coming, baby,” he announced,
shaking a little as the storm gradually faded.

The buzz running through her entire body from multiple
orgasms set her off on a sweet, heady journey that made it feel as if she’d
left earth and floated around the universe. Closing her eyes, she went with it,
floating, flying, going wherever Ethan guided her.

Ever so slowly, she came back down, discovering they’d moved
to the loveseat. He was still murmuring, still holding her across his lap, as
always her anchor keeping her safe.

His arms were strong. His mouth was soft as he peppered
loving kisses all over her face.

“I love you so much, Morgan,” he told her, wrapping her
close long enough to share a tender kiss. Sweet in its simplicity, he didn’t
rush her or do more than tease her mouth with the taste of his tongue darting
in between her lips.

“Hmm,” she murmured when he drew back. “Where are my boots?”

“I took them off you, ditched the condom and adjusted your
clothes after I’d carried you here while you were in off in subspace. You were
gone for a bit. You okay?”

“I feel invincible right now,” she admitted.

“Good, you’re incredibly brave.”

Ethan made her feel strong, passionate and capable of
handling the kind of love that only he could give her. He loved her. She knew
it now beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“Have to admit, Ethan,” she whispered, incapable of raising
her voice. “I never once thought I might do that with a man. I don’t mean anal
sex, well, okay, I really never thought I’d do that. But I meant the whole
bondage, submission and discipline thing.”

“Sometimes doing the unexpected is exciting. And seeing how
much you got off on being cuffed, I now know bondage is your kink. As soon as
the cuffs were on, you were close to orgasm.”

“You certainly know how to show a woman a good time.”

“Do I now? Do tell me more, milady.”

Morgan giggled. He was so adorable right then. “And give you
an even bigger head? I think not.”

“More than my head is big and you know it.”

“What are you, nine inches, maybe ten?”

“I’ve never concerned myself with size.”

“Liar. Men know. You’ve measured, admit it.”

“No need to measure myself. I’ve never had any complaints.”

Morgan pushed out of his arms, intentionally slugging him.
“How dare you tease me that way?”

“Already admitted girls loved me. To my credit, I wasn’t the
heartbreaker of the Maddox brothers.”

“Taran was,” Morgan guessed.

“No denying the truth. As to the measuring, want to be the
first woman to get a ruler?”

“Only to spank you with it,” she countered.

“Spank me, I spank back. To concede to your curiosity and
the fact that I’m proud of you, when erect, my cock is nine and a half inches
and as thick as my wrist. Satisfied?”

She was curious as to how he knew. But she supposed there
were some things men had the right to keep to themselves. “Very satisfied, but
also very sore.”

“Too much? I’ll ease up.”

“No, I’m okay. Better than okay, I feel like I’m buzzing
from too much champagne but without the headache.”

“That’s a good thing. Considering how bravely you submitted,
would you like to enjoy the buzz in bed? Once you’re comfortable, you’ll likely
sleep for a while.”

“I’d love that,” she agreed, thinking she’d have to stand
up.

Ethan kissed her quick, picked her up and carried her out of
the attic and right down the steps. By the time they reached their bedroom, the
cats reappeared, rushing into the room to hop on the bed.

“Little he-devil gave me up,” Morgan said, gesturing to
Samson who perched proudly on her pillow.

“Don’t get mad at him. I knew where you were the whole time.
He can’t help but love the ladies. I just waited outside the door until Samson
provided the distraction I needed to reach you undetected.”

“How did you know?”

“Jasmine,” he answered. “One thing trackers use to find a
suspect is their scent.”

“I didn’t use incense at the shop today.”

“You use it enough that it’s part of you. You don’t smell it
because your senses are used to it. Don’t worry. I love your scent, Morgan.”

“I love yours too,” she said, feeling uncommonly happy and
free.

Yes, her ass was sore and her butt cheeks were on fire. But
it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, the heat added to the low-level buzz firing
along her nerve endings.

What made the day even better was the gentleness Ethan used
when he took her first to the shower, stripped her naked and stepped inside
with her to scrub them both with soap and warm water.

It was heaven to be taken care of. After showering, Morgan
wanted to brush her teeth. He helped her with that, then lifted her up into his
arms.

Returning to the bedroom, he positioned her on the bed,
helping her to lie on his big pillow without upsetting Samson from where he’d
curled up on her pillow.

Tugging the covers up and over her shoulders, he climbed in
beside her and hugged her close so they could share the same pillow. It was
cozy, sweet and loving.

Cuddling with the love of her life, Morgan sighed in
fulfillment. Life was pretty good.

She’d love to have answers as to what happened at Druid
Creek Castle. She still wanted to help Jenna. That would never change.

But she had Ethan Maddox’s heart. That was a prize she would
never let go.

Closing her eyes when he nudged his nose into the crook of
her neck, she gave in to the sleep her body needed to recover.

Chapter Seven

Ethan woke up with an erection.

Not that it surprised him. He was pressed up against the
sweetest, hottest, tightest ass he’d ever known.

Even after nearly two weeks of lovemaking, fucking and all
manner of bondage and discipline, he couldn’t get enough of Morgan Everhart.
Although he had worked with his partner Sam via online and a smartphone
whenever he could, he inevitably hung up and went to search out his woman.

Earlier today, he’d taken her on the stairs leading to the
kitchen, not caring that the cats were watching or that it had been so fast and
furious, they’d both come in a matter of minutes. After that, he’d taken her to
the clubroom and they’d played a game of pool.

Morgan had teased him saucily with a pool cue, going so far
as to straddle it. Before she actually humped the damn thing, he had her naked
and spread-eagle on the pool table. Fucking her pussy hadn’t been enough
though. His woman cried out to be ass-fucked.

Only when they’d gone to the attic had he done so and he’d
vowed to give her sore ass a couple days’ reprieve. But with her wanton
demands, he inevitably jerked her to her knees, somehow managing to avoid the
overhead light fixture as he gave her what she needed.

Fortunately, he’d used a lubricated condom for her comfort
and there’d been no stains on the table because he’d had the presence of mind
to put a towel down first or else Phalen would get pissed. But dammit, Ethan
was getting fucking tired of condoms.

It was important, he knew that. Except Morgan was the only
woman he wanted to fuck. He thought it was time for them to discuss ditching
the latex, as long as she was protected or they had an alternate method of
birth control.

Moving close to his lover, he secured his arms about her
thin waist and nuzzled his face into her soft-as-silk hair. She smelled great
and her hair was lovely. He hoped she never cut it, but knew that trims were necessary
for healthy hair.

Raising his head to look over at the other side of the bed,
he saw that Samson and Delilah weren’t in the room. The sun had set. Plugin
nightlights around the guest room allowed him enough light to see.

Morgan’s hair was spilled all around them. Settling back
down, he snuggled with her some more.

Sure, scorching sex with his woman constantly made him feel
proud. But it was Morgan’s willingness to follow his lead no matter how scared
or uncertain she might be that kept him on his toes. She was playful,
inquisitive and not nearly as shy as some people thought.

Glad to call her his, he realized he could do two things
here. He could wake her up and fuck her. Or he could wake her up and make love
to her.

Considering the fact that her ass felt warm against his
groin, he’d go for slow and easy. To push her too far after what they’d done in
the clubroom earlier wasn’t fair. Loving her would always be right.

Reaching down for covers that had slid off them while they’d
napped, Ethan jerked it up and over so that a layer of warmth and darkness
cocooned them. He liked the darkness. It helped to increase his other senses.

Using touch, he slowly, rhythmically caressed her,
concentrating on her upper arms and shoulders before smoothing his fingers
across her collarbones and going downward a little. The feel of her breasts,
which fit perfectly in his palms, drew a moan from his lips.

In an instant, Morgan came awake. She tried to play with him
by staying very still. But everything in him that was a man knew that the
enticing way she rubbed her backside against his cock was meant to tease.

Continuing to stroke and pluck her nipples, he gave her
breasts the attention they deserved. Such pretty, gorgeous tits should be
appreciated often. While he’d never hurt a single part of her, he knew Morgan
favored a little pinch and drew her nipples out, twisting slightly.

“Ethan,” she finally uttered.

“Expecting someone else to be feeling you up, sub?” he
countered, caressing her again as her ass continued to grind in earnest. He
shifted, slipping his bare cock between her thighs to situate his shaft against
her pussy lips.

“Never, only you,” she vowed.

Soft as satin, wet and warm, her quim felt surreal. Her
vaginal wetness drenched his cock head, teasing, tempting. All he’d need to
slip into her tight-as-fuck vagina was a slight change and a long, measured
thrust.

Fucking hell, taking her with nothing between his dick and
her pussy would be beyond good. It’d be heaven.

“It’s dark,” she said.

“I’ve got you. Nothing can hurt you, not even the darkness.”
Dipping his head some to kiss the back of her neck, he had to nudge some hair
out of the way to find her skin. “If it’s too much or you feel closed in, I’ll
toss the covers. It’s your call, honey.”

“I’m not afraid. I’m with you. Here, I know I’m safe.”

Getting an enticing whiff of her scent, he kissed and
licked, circling his tongue over the top ridge of her spine. Morgan trembled,
letting him manipulate her nipples.

“Turn over,” he encouraged, raising the covers high enough
to let her shift around.

She faced him. The darkness kept him from seeing much. He
didn’t need to. Leaning into her, he found her lips, kissing her softly.
Morgan’s sexy mouth parted, letting him deepen the kiss.

Accepting the dark, Morgan wrapped her arms about his
shoulders and drew him in. Her love was real. It reached a part of his heart he
hadn’t given to any other woman.

He certainly had never been a saint. His conquests and
lovers rivaled his oldest brother’s, but he honestly couldn’t claim to have
been in love with them, not in the way he loved Morgan.

Being in love changed everything. It made the simplest of
kisses important. It made her touch that much more significant.

Wanting her to know exactly how much he loved her, he
ignored everything beyond the bed. He didn’t know where the cats were. He
didn’t know the exact time.

What he knew was that Morgan tasted nice. She smelled of
soap, jasmine and faintly of sex because she was turned-on.

Breaking free of their kiss to rain kisses over her face and
down to her throat, he grinned at the way she naturally surrendered by arching
her neck. Nibbling at her pulse, he laved, nipped and licked, getting a thrill
out of the fact that she sighed and stroked his shoulders as gently and slowly
as he was kissing her.

Something had changed between them since the first night
they’d had sex. Their trust in each other had grown more certain. Morgan had
discovered the strength it took to submit. The time they’d spent in the attic a
few days ago had taught her that even at his most strict and dominant, he’d
never harm a hair on her head.

Some Doms got their subs off by using all manner of cruel
devices. The adrenaline rush that followed was as addictive as a narcotic.
Morgan got off on the possibility of pain and the knowledge that he’d always
turn it into pleasure. It was her choice to be Ethan’s submissive. That was the
most powerful aspect of the D/s relationship.

Already wanting to collar her, Ethan concentrated on the
taste of her skin. Working his way down her throat, he reached heaven when he
kissed the tip of one breast. Man, she tasted great. Her breast was soft and
round, her nipple erect.

“Yeah,” she uttered.

Twirling his tongue around and around the taut peak, he drew
her into his mouth and sucked. Morgan squealed, shifting and arching beneath
him.

Ethan rolled her over until she was flat on the mattress.
Keeping her nipple between his teeth, he bit down just enough to trap her.

“Oh…” she whimpered, but not from pain, from need.
Unknowingly, she started grinding against him, parting her thighs so his cock
could reclaim residence right up against her creamy quim.

He bit again, harsher this time, alternating between biting
and sucking, leaving her desperate for more. Well, damn, she needed constant
nipple play. What could he do? Pierce her nipples as he intended to pierce her
bellybutton? Use a clamp?

The fun of discovery had only begun. Clamping and piercing
could wait. He sucked on her nipple until his cheeks hollowed and Morgan’s
fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving a mark.

He gave her some relief by twirling his tongue swiftly over
the erect nub. Her hands shifted, caressing up and down his shoulders to his
back. Her touch was soft, always gentle. Using the tips of her nails, that
weren’t overly long but well-manicured, she scratched.

Whether she knew it yet or not, she’d found his erogenous
zone. Not one particular spot for him, but being scratched all over was a
guaranteed turn-on. Seeming to sense what he liked, she kept scratching, honing
in on his spinal column and running her nails up and down.

Freeing her breast, he went for the other, giving it the
same erotic stimulation. More sighs escaped her throat.

“Ethan…please,” she murmured, no longer scratching, but
pounding her fists against his shoulder blades.

“Please what, honey?”

“Make love to me.”

“I am.”

“Yes, but I want you to make love to me without the latex
barrier. Your cock is right there, Ethan. I feel the veins, the girth and the
length. I want it all.”

Whoa! Did she just say that? “Morgan, think about it. Once I
stop wearing condoms, there’s no going back.”

He meant to say more, but she went very still, her arms
staying around him. “Are you looking for an out? Wasn’t it you who asked me
about children the night we first made love?”

“I didn’t mean to make you think that. I’m sorry. I’d meant
to add that unless we’re having anal sex or using a toy that’s better with a
lubed condom, I’ll go bare more often than not.”

She relaxed then. “Thank God. I was afraid I’d scared you
off. If it’s too soon to avoid condoms, then by all means, get one.”

“Even when we were young and stupid, Phalen drilled it into
mine and Taran’s heads to use condoms. Haven’t ditched one yet, not for anyone
would I do that except for you.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that if I take you without a condom, you’re
mine, for better or for worse. I’ll never betray you or walk away, no matter
what. I expect the same fidelity from you.”

“That could have been a marriage vow,” she said.

“That’s right.” It was still dark, but his eyes had adjusted
enough that he could make her out. The covers kept them warm. “It’s your
decision. Do I get a rubber or do we make love as we are?”

Morgan’s fingers glided down to the base of his spine. “As
we are, please. I’ll never betray our love, Ethan.”

Ethan loved her all the more. Moving on top of her, he
caused the covers to tighten briefly before moving around some and settling in
place. Loving the closeness that the darkness provided, he lowered himself down
until they kissed.

Her arms tightened around him. Her sighs grew stronger.
Kissing her over and over, he shifted himself between her soft, warm thighs.
Except for his cock, he’d barely touched her pussy, yet she was wetter than
she’d ever been.

Love did that. Love made her need all the more sweet. It
made his that much more powerful.

They moved in unison. Morgan’s thighs split a little wider.
He pushed his hips forward. His cock head slid along her satiny-soft labia, the
feel of her moisture coating him as he parted her lips was a potent aphrodisiac.

“Take me, lover,” she murmured.

It was all he needed to thrust into her as slowly as he
could muster. Fuck, going bare was incredible. “Morgan, I’ve never felt
anything more amazing than making love to you just like this.”

She kissed him this time, arching into him so that one last
thrust had him driving deep into her. As tight as a vise and warm and soft as
velvet, her pussy welcomed him home.

Just that, just the snug fit of being inside her set him
ablaze. His balls drew taut to his body. If he wasn’t careful, all it’d take to
come was a couple of thrusts.

“Slow down,” he warned. “This is too damn good.”

“You haven’t moved, dammit. Take me, please.”

Well, hell, he hadn’t. Staying still felt so fucking good,
he never wanted to be separated from her tight little channel. “Who am I to
disappoint my woman?”

Morgan chuckled, murmured something he couldn’t quite make
out and lifted her hips to get him going. No sooner had she settled back on the
bed than Ethan took over, taking her as she wanted, slow and gentle.

Every bit as erotic as their scene in the clubroom and
kitchen, their lovemaking was at its purest and most elemental. Face-to-face,
bodies joined, they were a man and a woman forging a bond that could never be
broken.

To help bring her to climax, he tucked his hand between
their bodies, seeking her clit. Gently, he caressed her, letting her grind
against his hand as he thrust into her until the grip and spasm of her vaginal
walls did him in, making him come as she did.

Prouder of her than he’d ever been, Ethan kissed her lips as
the last drops of cum filled her. “Love you, love you,” he whispered between
kisses.

“Right back at you, Detective,” she sighed, hugging him
tight.

Eventually, he withdrew. Ethan didn’t have much choice. As
much as he’d like to keep his cock locked inside of her, his penis had returned
to its normal state. Traitorous bastard that it was, it wouldn’t be hard again
for a while, reminding him that he’d broken the thirty-something barrier on his
last birthday.

Shoving the covers down, he was glad the nightlights were
soft to keep the light adjustment from being painful. Morgan blinked a few
times, then stared at him.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what?”

“For being you. You’re an amazing man, Ethan. It’s an honor
to be your woman.”

“It’s an honor to be your man,” he assured. “Are you hungry?
I could run downstairs and order Chinese or something. Or we could cook.”