Cuffed: A Forbidden Romance

by Joanna Blake

  “The prints on the bloody roses vase came in. We got a match.”

  “Let me guess. It’s dead Hell Raiser number two.”

  “Yeah, how did you-“

  “Never mind. Check his clothes and bike to see if he’s a match for the fibers on the first body.”

  “You got it. Oh, and Conn?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Nobody has seen the waitress lately. The pretty little one from The Jar. Any idea?”

  I stared at him.

  “Who is asking?”

  “Sheil wanted to bring her in again for another interview. She thought maybe she’d do better being questioned by a woman.”

  “I don’t think it will go anywhere.”

  “Why not?”

  “She didn’t see anything. I told the girl to keep a low profile. Obviously, she listened to me. I’ll talk to Sheil.”

  “Thanks man.”

  And just like that, I had broken the code. Lied to one of my own. Casey was worth it though. It’s not like she was the key to bringing down the gang that had killed my partner or anything.

  Unless she was.

  Fuck me. I closed my eyes and tried to get my shit together. I was an idiot and my dick was getting in the way. All I could think about was her and it was interfering with solving this case.

  So, only one thing left to do.

  Let the beast out of it’s cage. Feed it what it wanted. Then maybe I could fucking focus again. Put this insane infatuation aside and be objective about all of this.

  About her.

  I went back into the interrogation room and tossed Mason his stuff.

  “We’re letting you go. But I’m putting guys on you.”

  “What the fuck, DeWitt!”

  “I promised her.”

  He cursed and stormed out. I debated about giving him a ride and decided against it. He might try and choke me.

  Besides, I wanted to get home.

  I needed to see her. My body hadn’t stopped aching for her since last night. I knew I’d done the right thing when I put the breaks on before kissing her.

  No matter how hard that had been.

  She was a witness. She was too young. She knew something and she was lying about it. I knew it might all lead me to Danny’s killer.

  But I didn’t care anymore. I would solve the crime and make his killer pay. Danny would understand it if I took a little detour.

  Tonight, I was taking what was mine.

  Cassandra

  I turned the hot water on again, for the third time. Oh yes, this is just what the doctor ordered. A bagel, juice, a nap and a hot bath. I let my arm dangle over the edge of the tub and sighed.

  Besos sat on the floor, staring at the chain as it dripped water onto the floor. Cheeto was passed out underneath the radiator. Even Morely was sitting on the toilet staring at me.

  Me and my shackle were taking a bath. A very long bath. In fact, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to get out again.

  I only wished I had a book.

  A book.

  I sat up in the tub, the memories of last night crashing in on me.

  I had- we had- he had read from my book! And- I blinked. That was it. Nothing had actually happened. But I had kneeled.

  Kneeled!

  Ugh! That bastard had not been nearly as drunk as I had been! Oh God, he’d licked my toes too!

  I squeezed my thighs together at the memory. His touch on my skin… his lips and tongue against my sensitive toes. The truth was, I had wanted him to do way more than lick my toes.

  Much, much more.

  I leaned back in the tub and stared at the ceiling. I’d been half-naked and willing. He’d been practically drooling as he looked me over. The man had looked at me like he wanted to eat me for dinner. And shameful or not, I would have let him.

  But he hadn’t.

  Shit, maybe he was a gentleman after all.

  I heard a car pull up. The door to the bathroom was not shut because of the chain. I sunk a little lower under the bubbles, realizing I was about to be for real naked in front of him.

  Ugh, the stupid foam was fading fast.

  That’s what happens when you use shower gel as bubble bath, Cass.

  I heard the door open and footsteps cross the room. I frantically swirled my hands to make the bubbles get bubblier.

  It didn’t work. In fact, it was having the opposite effect. My body was clearly visible beneath the surface of the water.

  Shit shit shit!

  The door opened slowly. I crossed my arms over my chest and pulled my knees up.

  “Excuse me!”

  He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. He didn’t smile or apologize. And he made no move to leave either!

  “How long have you been in there?”

  I shrugged.

  “Are you clean yet?”

  I scowled at him, indignant at the implication that I had not been clean before.

  “Yes!”

  “Are you drunk?”

  “Ugh! No!”

  “Good.”

  He stared at me, not smiling. He looked so intense. Then he knelt and reached into the tub.

  He lifted his hand and held up the drain stopper. The water swirled around me as it started to empty out.

  He held out his hand. I stared at it. If I took his hand, I had to let go of my boob. If I let go of my boob, the jig was up. I’d be a willing participant in flashing him.

  But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

  “Casey.”

  I shut my eyes. This was not happening. I had just been imagining him touching me and now I was naked in front of him!

  And he looked pissed! Was it because I used half his shower gel? Not exactly the fantasy I had in mind!

  “Stand up.”

  I shook my head and he sighed. The next thing I knew I was wrapped in a towel and being lifted up and into his arms. He headed for the stairs. The chain brought us up short.

  He cursed and stopped, unchaining my ankle. Then he looked at my foot. The toes were kinda wrinkly.

  “How long were you in there anyway?”

  “A- a while.”

  He shook his head at me and carried me up the stairs. He stopped at the doorway at the front of the house and kicked it open. I’d never seen this room before but I knew instantly that it was his.

  There was a bed and a dresser with a chair by the window. That was it. But it was warm and inviting just the same. It was spare and masculine and just… his.

  “What are you doing?”

  He lowered me to the bed and started pulling his clothes off.

  “What do you think I’m doing?”

  I stared at him.

  “You are… changing your clothes?”

  His shirt was already unbuttoned, revealing his hard, smooth chest. He shrugged it off and reached for his shoes. They hit the floor one at a time.

  “No.”

  He reached for his pants. I watched in fascination as he unbuttoned them and started sliding them over his hips.

  “Admitting you cheated at poker last night and paying up out of guilt?”

  He stood there in his boxer briefs. His hand pressed down on his dick, clearly outlined through the gray cotton. His enormous dick.

  His big, huge, very hard dick.

  My mouth dropped open.

  “No.”

  “Huh?”

  I looked at his face. He was smiling at me faintly. I realized we had been having a conversation. He’d distracted me with the monster in his shorts.

  He crossed to the foot of the bed and pulled me up to stand in front of him. He brushed my hair back and gripped the edge of the towel.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Okay.”

  “Hangover gone?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  Then he lifted his hand and slowly pulled the towel away. His eyes flared as he looked down at my body. But only for a second. Because he was on me, pulling me aga
inst him, his hot mouth colliding with mine.

  My damp breasts smashed against his hot, smooth chest. I moaned as my hands found his thick shoulders. His hands were in my hair, tangling it as he moved my head, tilting it and guiding my jaw down so he could get his tongue inside.

  I whimpered as his hands slid lower, holding my back so that I was flush against him. His narrow hips pressed into mine. I felt the heat of him- the power and strength of his throbbing cock as it pressed against me insistently.

  I could barely think. But there was one thought that kept circling.

  Connor was finally kissing me. This was my first kiss. Connor was my first kiss.

  And as far as first kisses went, this one was pretty much taking no prisoners.

  “Hmm… Jesus, Casey… lay down for me sweetheart.”

  I didn’t say a word. Didn’t have to. Because he lifted me and then I was on my back. Connor held himself above me, kissing me as his hands started to wander.

  He leaned down and kissed my breasts one at a time. Then my lips. Then my breasts again.

  “God, you are perfect. How can you be so perfect?”

  He pulled me up towards him as he rocked against me, his cock circling on my belly. He wasn’t going slow. This was the sexual equivalent of being thrown in the deep end of the pool on your first day at swim class.

  I was naked. He was almost naked. This was happening. After all these years, ‘it’ was finally happening. I arched against him and said his name as his fingers slid between my legs.

  I whimpered as he toyed with my folds, slowly sliding a finger inside me. I cried out as he worked his thick finger in and out of my body.

  “Oh God, sweetheart. You’re so tight…”

  He lowered his head, kissing his way down my body. I felt his tongue slide over my pussy lips and moaned. Then he pulled my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it.

  I screamed.

  He didn’t stop the rapid pulse of his tongue on my most sensitive spot. He held me down as my entire body bounced on the bed. I was coming, as the saying goes, and much harder than I ever had on my own.

  He murmured words of encouragement and then I felt it. A second finger was pushing inside me, opening me up.

  I whimpered in pain and he froze, staring up at me. He’d draped my thighs over his shoulders. I blushed at how intimate it was. How hot he looked, his eyes glazed with lust for me.

  Connor DeWitt was officially chowing down on my box. And the man was in it to win it. He wasn’t shy about it. He was just… having at me.

  Like I was a giant steak and he hadn’t eaten in a week.

  “Sweetheart?”

  “Ah- yes?”

  “Fuck. Is this- has anyone done this to you before?”

  “No.”

  “No to which part?”

  “No to… any of it.”

  He cursed and rolled away. He covered his eyes with his arm, breathing heavily.

  “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”

  I rolled towards him and laid a hand on his chest. He flinched and slowly took my hand, moving it away and setting in on the bed beside him.

  “Careful Case. I’m barely holding on. You should- oh God I cant believe I’m saying this- you should put some clothes on.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to hurt you. I won’t mean to. But you are so small and I am- I need to take a cold shower or something.”

  I snuggled up to him, laying my chin on his shoulder. I slid my leg up along his and he groaned like he was in agony.

  “I don’t want to put my clothes on. I don’t want you to stop.”

  He moaned and I watched in fascination as his cock actually moved up and down in his briefs. All by itself. I reached out to touch it and he caught my wrist.

  “Casey-“

  “You were my first kiss.”

  He held perfectly still except his hand slid against mine, rubbing my palm.

  “I was?”

  “Yes.”

  He cursed and his cock flexed again. This time he didn’t stop me when I reached out to trace it through his shorts.

  “Don’t you want me to be my first everything?”

  “Yes. Fuck yes.”

  “Why don’t you finish what you started?”

  He moaned and turned to stare at me.

  “Sweetheart, I’m not going to be able to go slow- you deserve-“

  I pressed a kiss to his stomach and he hissed the air out of his lungs.

  “I deserve what?”

  “Someone who can control themselves, not a wild fucking animal.”

  “I like animals.”

  That was it. I gasped as the bed shook. If I had even blinked I might have missed it. I might have missed him literally pouncing on my body. He was tugging his shorts down as he threw my legs apart.

  Then I felt him against me. There. His bare cock was sliding up and down against me. It felt good.

  SO good.

  “I can’t stop now sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

  He grunted as the tip of his cock slipped inside me.

  “Ohhh…”

  He kissed me passionately, his tongue stroking mine as he sunk a little further in.

  “Open for me sweetheart… try to relax… Jesus Christ, it’s too much. It shouldn’t feel this good.”

  I felt my body clench on him and he moaned like a man who was being tortured. His chest skimmed my nipples as he flinched away from me.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  He laughed but it sounded strained. He cupped my cheek and pressed a soft kiss against my lips.

  “No sweetheart. You might kill me with pleasure though. I want to- fuck! I want to move.”

  “Move?”

  “Yes. Oh my fucking God you are so tight… I want to-“

  I circled my hips against him experimentally.

  “Like this?”

  He squeezed his eyes shut like he was in pain again. I was hurting him.

  “Conn-“

  “Shhhh… it’s okay. I’m fine. I just. Let me try to do this nice and slow.”

  “Okay… but I want to move too.”

  He cursed and pulled out slightly. Then he came back in and we both moaned. He kissed me and did it again. And again.

  Each time he seemed to get a little further inside me.

  “So sweet. So tight.”

  His hands gripped my hips and he pushed a little harder. I gasped as I was stretched open on his shaft. He was… thicker than I was.

  By a lot.

  “Conn?”

  His hips were moving faster now- and he wasn’t being as gentle. It hurt a little. And then he withdrew and pushed into me. Hard.

  “Ow!”

  “Oh God… I’m sorry Case, I can’t stop. It’s too late- fuck- uhhh- nothing could make me stop-“

  He held my hips down as he worked his cock in and out of me, going all the way in with each stroke. The pain was starting to subside. There was so much pressure. I was so stretched open for him. I felt like I was reaching for something, just out of reach.

  He leaned back without stopping the relentless motion of his cock. In and out. In and out. Hard and fast. I could hear his ragged breathing as he kissed my neck and then lower. He licked the line of my cleavage, pulling a nipple into his mouth and sucking.

  I arched off the bed as my body shattered into a million pieces of light.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

  “That’s it sweetheart- unf- milk me- you-“

  He groaned and started pumping his hips wildly. I held onto his massive shoulders as he rode me hard and fast, his balls slapping my skin with each fierce thrust.

  I was still shaking from the force of his orgasm as I felt him expand inside me. Something was about to happen. Something big.

  Then he roared.

  My body squeezed him, holding on tight as his cock pulsed deep inside me. I felt a wet, delicious warmth fill me up.

  And then I realized what it was.

  “Co
nn.”

  He kissed me, his gorgeous face damp with sweat. He was shaking as he held his hips flush against mine, his cock jerking inside me as he finished.

  “Sweetheart… oh God… so good…”

  He moaned and I felt his cock twitch inside me. I was shivering with aftershocks from my orgasm. But I was also more than a little worried as I realized something. What we had skipped.

  “Shouldn’t we have used a condom?”

  Connor

  “This isn’t a one-night stand. We don’t need condoms.”

  I don’t know what made me say that, but the moment I did, I knew I meant it. I was keeping her.

  Not that there had really been any doubt about that. I mean, the girl had been chained up in my living room. I’d been kidding myself when I said I would get her out of my system. It wasn’t possible.

  I knew now without a doubt that I was never letting her go.

  But putting it into words… well, that was a whole other story. And yeah, I hadn’t really thought the whole no condom thing through either.

  I was too out of my mind with animal lust to do that.

  I still was. In fact… the beauty beneath me stared up at me. My balls seemed to get heavy and full in seconds. I felt my cock rising to the occassion again. After what, ten seconds?

  That had to be some sort of record.

  “We don’t?”

  “No. We don’t.”

  I shook my head. I didn’t expand on why we didn’t need a condom. We didn’t need one because I wanted her knocked up. The caveman inside me wanted to own her in every sense of the word.

  I knew I was taking advantage of her innocence. But at the moment, I didn’t much care.

  I kissed her hard, letting my hands wander down to her hips again. I didn’t feel like talking. My cock was enveloped in the sweetest place on Earth. Her body felt like living silk, undulating around me as I started to harden.

  Started? Hell, I was already at full capacity. But this was a whole new level of erect. My cock was so hard it could have cut glass.

  And we were just getting started.

  It was going to be a long night. I hoped to God that she could keep up. But fuck, she was so small. I might have hurt her…

  “Are you sore?”

  “What? You mean-“

  I kissed her as she trailed off, clearly embarrassed. My cock was inside her, and so was my come. It was a little late to be shy.