Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance (5 page)

Gage's hand slid to the back of my head. "Relax your jaw, Meg. Trust me."

I lifted my gaze to his. Mouth stretched around his cock, I nodded. He smiled down at me and trailed his fingertips across my cheek. Slowly, he pumped his hips. His cock glided in and out of my mouth. I sat perfectly still and let him use my mouth. My lower belly clenched as excitement rippled through me.

I
really
liked this.

He breathed harder as he fucked my mouth. My fingers curled and my nails bit into his thighs. I was sure he would have little half-moon impressions when we were done. Arousal and need surged within me. After everything we'd already done, I should have been satisfied but hell no. I wanted more.

Am I some kind of nympho?

His fingers tightened in my hair as he picked up the pace of his shallow thrusts. I hummed enthusiastically. His cock plunged in and out of my willing mouth like a piston. My nipples hardened into peaks and ached. My needy pussy dripped. This was so fucking hot!

When Gage plunged deep in my throat, I had a hard time taking him, but he held his cock there, forcing me to try. "Breathe through your nose, baby. Slow. Easy."

I followed his instructions. It didn't help much but I managed to shove down the panic invading my chest. He eased back, and I sucked in a long breath. When he pushed forward again, I was ready for him. I relaxed my jaw and flattened my tongue and controlled my breathing.

Over and over, we repeated the process. Every time he pinged my gag reflex, my clit pulsed. I clutched at his thighs and tried to contain my excitement as he fucked my throat. The wildest, wickedest sensations rocked me. This was everything I had fantasized about and it was so much better in real life.

"So good, Meg," Gage groaned. "Such a good little sub sucking my cock."

I preened with pride as Gage complimented me in the roughest, filthiest way. I sucked harder on the crown of his cock and lavished his dick with oral attention. He started to thrust harder and faster. The fingers tangled in my hair pulled tighter and tighter until my scalp tingled.

When he pulled out suddenly, I whimpered in protest. I frowned up at him, not understanding why he had stopped, but then he started to stroke his shiny cock with his big fist. He smiled down at me. "Open your mouth, baby. Stick out your tongue."

I did just that and waited impatiently. His breath came in fast bursts. He growled as his orgasm took hold. The first splash of cum on my tongue surprised me. From the stories I had heard, I was expecting something not so pleasant, but I liked it. He kept rubbing his cock, just under the head, and spurted pearly white cum all over my tongue and lips.

"Swallow it," he ordered, his tone gruff but loving. He caressed my face as I followed his instruction and swiped my lower lip with his thumb. I nipped at his thumb and then leaned forward to lick his cock clean. He shuddered as my velvety tongue moved over his sensitive crown. "Fuck, Meg. You're goddamn amazing."

Grinning, I sat back on my heels. "I've always been an overachiever."

He laughed and crouched down to pick me up. Like some Neanderthal, he tossed me onto the bed. I giggled as he stepped away from the bed and opened a bedside drawer. I couldn't see what he had grabbed but figured it was something I was going to like. He detoured to the closet on his way back to the bed.

When I spotted the bottle of clear lube and the two lengths of rope in his hands, I experienced a shiver of uncertainty. "Um…what are you going to do?"

"Something you're going to enjoy." He dropped the items on the bed and bent down to grasp my waist. He dragged me into the position he wanted and pushed my knees up toward my chest so my feet were flat on the bed.

I squeaked with shock as he started to rope my left ankle to my left wrist. "Gage?"

He didn't pause his work. "You can use that safe word, if you'd like."

I considered it but then shook my head. "I trust you."

He smiled at me and kissed my thigh. "I won't ever harm you, Meg. I might
hurt
you, but it would only be the temporary pain of a good spanking or flogging or some clamps."

I trusted him not to push things too far or doing anything that would hurt without asking for my consent. “I understand.”

“I’m not a hardcore sadist, Meg. I don’t need to see you in pain to get off. You don’t ever need to worry about anything that extreme happening between us.”

“Okay.”

“I want to push your limits. I want to have fun with you. I want you to explore bondage and restraints and submission with me.”

“I want to experience those things with you. Even if they scare me a bit,” I admitted nervously.

“It’s natural to be afraid of the unknown.” He kissed me tenderly. “You’re safe with me, baby girl.”

Secure in the knowledge that he would take care of me, I let him finish the restraints he was fashioning out of rope. He moved with the practiced ease of a man who had done this dozens of times. Jealousy flared within me as I imagined all the other women who had played games like this. That jealousy fizzled when I considered how much more experience those other women probably had and how poorly I compared to them.

He must have seen the change in my demeanor because he touched my jaw and asked, “Where did you go?”

I avoided his intense gaze. “Nowhere.”

“Liar.” He gave my nipple a little tweak, and I squeaked in protest. “You were having deep thoughts. I want to know them. When we’re playing like this, you have to be honest and open with me, Meg. Otherwise, you might be harmed.”

Not wanting to sound so petulant, I confessed, “I was thinking about all the other women you played with like this, and how much more fun you probably had with women who knew all these kinky ways to make love.”

To his credit, he didn’t chastise me for thinking such jealous thoughts or make fun of my feelings. “It’s natural to wonder about things like that, but you shouldn’t worry about any of those other women.
You
are the one I’m with right now, Meg. You’re the one I want.” He leaned down and kissed me so sweetly I felt a flutter in my chest. “And I’m glad that I get to share this with you and teach you all the ways we can have fun together.”

Smiling up at him, I whispered, “I’m glad you’re my teacher, too.”

“Then be a good student and let me get on with the lesson.” He kissed the tip of my nose.

I squirmed on the bed to test out my new restrained position. I figured it was a damn good thing I was so flexible. All that yoga and Pilates was worth it. It was too bad I had dropped out of gymnastics in middle school. If I had stuck with it, I would have been really limber and lithe by now. Imagine all the kinky fun we could have had tonight!

Gage knelt at the edge of the bed and placed his hands on my inner thighs. I held my breath in anticipation. The first touch of his tongue to my clit was like heaven.

"You're so fucking wet, Meg." His finger penetrated me. "Sucking cock turns you on, doesn’t it?”

I licked my lips and admitted shakily, “Yes.”

“I could eat this sweet pink pussy all night.” His tongue fluttered across my clit. I moaned as his tongue drew lazy circles around my clit. He sucked on the swollen kernel until it was buzzing and throbbing. He slid another finger inside me and started to finger-fuck me. In no time at all, I was panting and jerking my hips but every time I got close, he'd stop flicking my clit with his tongue.

Frustrated, I groaned loudly. "Please, Gage.
Please
."

"Oh, sugar. That's music to my ears."

Instead of letting me come, he gently eased his fingers from me and flipped open the cap on the lube. My gut clenched as I watched him squeeze a generous dollop on his fingers. I was so wet my pussy didn't need any help. No, there was only one place that needed something slippery to ease his play.

"Oh!" I gasped when he smeared the lube on my anus.

"We're going to try something a little different."

"
Ah
!" My jaw dropped as his finger breached my virgin ass. It felt so strange and so weird but then his tongue returned to my clit—and I almost died. My heart stuttered and my belly flip-flopped. Having my bottom played with and my clit flicked felt so fucking good. "Oh! Gage!
Gage
!"

He groaned and continued to thrust that finger in and out of my ass. When he started to pushed the second finger into me, I felt a quiver of panic. He sucked hard on my clit and I cried out as ripples of ecstasy shook my core. That second finger eased into my bottom. I breathed out and inhaled slowly and tried to relax. Slowly, I became accustomed to the two thick fingers spearing me.

Gage's tongue fluttered over my clit. He thrust into my bottom a little faster now and even deeper. I tugged at my bonds and wished my hands were free. I needed something to hold onto as he drove me crazy with his mouth and hands. Completely at his mercy, I could only feel and accept whatever he gave me.

I shrieked as I came, my pussy contracting and my clit pulsing as wave after wave of bliss engulfed me. My ass rhythmically clenched Gage's fingers. He furiously tongued my clit. His fingers curled inside me, stroking upward and igniting new pathways of wickedly good sensations.

I climaxed again as he tormented me with his tongue and fingers. I became a sobbing, shuddering mess as he forced me to come with his skillful tongue. When he slipped two fingers in my pussy, I lost control. He groaned excitedly and sucked hard on my clit while his four fingers thrust in and out of me.

"Bl-blue!" I begged for mercy. "Please!
Please.
Blue!"

Gage's hands went still. He gently licked my clit and placed tender kisses up and down my pussy. Every so carefully, he removed his fingers. “Are you in pain?”

“No,” I said, breathless. “I just…it was too intense.”

“That’s why we have a safe word, Meg. Don’t ever be afraid to use it.” He kissed my belly and stroked the back of my thigh. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay,” I answered with a nod.

Gage darted into the bathroom and returned with a hand towel and wash cloth. Limp and boneless, I whimpered as he cleaned me up. I was so overcome by what he had done to me that I was only vaguely aware of him releasing my wrists and ankles. He massaged and kissed them before gathering me in his arms and lifting me. He tugged down the covers and placed me in the center of his bed. I watched as he shut off the television and killed the lights.

When he slid in next to me, I found the energy to roll over and place my head against his chest. He kissed my forehead. "You okay, sugar?"

"Yes."

"Got a little scared, I guess?"

"I thought I was going to pass out," I admitted a bit sheepishly. "You were killing me."

He chuckled. "Hardly."

I snuggled closer to his hot, hard body. "Thank you for tonight."

"Hell, baby, I should be thanking you. Tonight was amazing.”

I swallowed nervously and asked the question lingering between us. "Was it just tonight?"

His hand cupped my face. "I don't know. Was it?"

The ball was in my court now. I pressed a kiss to his cheek, the stubble there rasping my lips. "Nope."

He made an approving noise. "Go to sleep, Meg. You need your rest."

"Do I?"

He patted my bottom and laughed darkly. "You have no idea."

Chapter Four

Waking to the sensation of Gage’s strong arms wrapped securely around me was the most incredible feeling ever. I could hear his heartbeat beneath my ear. Lifting my head, I stared at his handsome face, taking in the stubble along his jaw and the faint scars on his cheek and temple from an explosion he had survived in Iraq. For a man who had known so much trauma and pain, he slept peacefully now and I didn’t want to wake him.

Very carefully, I extracted myself from his arms. A rumbling sound of protest escaped his throat, but I quieted him by putting my hand on his chest. He settled back down with a long sigh. When I was sure he was out, I slowly climbed out of bed and tiptoed out of the room.

I headed straight for my bathroom and turned on the shower. As I washed away the evidence of last night, I winced. My body had aches in places I hadn’t known existed. Just as Gage had feared, my wrists were circled with thin bruises. I would have to wear a watch and bracelets to cover them and keep anyone from asking nosy questions.

Somehow the soreness and bruising seemed like a badge of honor. Last night, I had lived out my wildest fantasy with Gage. I had the proof written all over my body. The things we had done were wicked and wonderful—and I wanted to do them again and again and again.

Wrapped in a towel, I combed out my wet hair and tried not to think about all the uncomfortable and awkward discussions awaiting us. If we decided to go all the way with this—if we let our one-night-stand blossom into something real—we would have to talk to my mother and his father. I didn’t even want to think about how weird that conversation would be. It wouldn’t be any easier explaining our strange family ties to friends.

When I stepped out of my bathroom, I was shocked to find Gage sitting on my bed. Startled, I put a hand to my chest. "Holy crap! You scared me!"