Handcuffs and Lies

by Bronwyn Green

  He nodded, his movements jerky. “Wallet.”

  Bending, she pulled his wallet from his discarded jeans and flipped through it until she found what she was looking for. She tore it open and sheathed him before he lifted her and pinned her back to the refrigerator.

  “Underwear.”

  Holding her motionless, he slid the crotch over, exposing her to his heated gaze. “So beautiful,” he whispered as he fitted his cock against her and paused.

  “Please Michael. I need you inside me.”

  As if her words knocked something loose, he shook his head. “This is a terrible idea.

  Resting her forehead against his, she sighed. “I know.”

  He pulled back, forcing her to meet his gaze. “One of us needs to be the voice of reason, and I can’t do it on my own.”

  She smoothed his hair from his eyes and wished he’d never stop looking at her like he was right now.

  “Tell me to stop,” he murmured brokenly.

  No. Unease swirled through her middle. He couldn’t stop now. She needed him. This was about more than wanting something to remember. This was about wanting Michael. She knew without a doubt that once the threat to her was gone, he’d be out of her life so fast her head would spin. She wanted this time with him. It was all she’d get.

  “I can’t,” she breathed.

  Before he could formulate a response, she wrapped her legs around his waist and shifted, engulfing the head of his cock. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “More.”

  The seemingly tenuous rein he’d had on his self-control vanished. Gripping her hips, he thrust completely into her willing body. His head fell back on a groan, exposing his corded neck to her lips and teeth. He stayed completely still—whether he was warring with himself about fucking her or simply giving her time to adjust to the invasion, she didn’t know. But there was no way she’d give him a chance to change his mind.

  Using his shoulders for leverage, she slid herself up the length of his cock, before slamming herself down again.

  He felt huge inside her. It might have been the angle, but after having her lips wrapped around that impossibly silky width, she was pretty sure it was just him. Under the guiding motion of his hands, she met him stroke for shuddering stroke.

  Lowering his head, he drew hard on her nipples, sucking and biting while he pounded into her. Tingles of awareness raced over her skin as he continued to shaft her mercilessly. Her internal muscles rippled around him, pulling him deeper.

  “You feel so good,” he breathed against her skin. “The way your pussy grips me,” he groaned. “So tight…I’m not gonna last.”

  His harshly whispered words released a torrent of moisture as she shuddered around his cock.

  “God, baby, you’re so wet.”

  He reached between them and brushed his fingers across her swollen flesh, stroking the spot where they were joined. It felt so unbelievably good to have his hand on her as she rode his granite-hard shaft. He slid his finger into her underwear and circled her clit as he fucked her harder.

  Her head lolled back and she slumped against the fridge as the coiling release tightened in her middle. His body strained. He pushed into her, his muscles taut and gleaming in the faint light shining through the window. Too dark to see the color of his eyes, she could still see the emotion—desperation and need—all aimed at her.

  “I need to feel you come,” he rasped, pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

  The release that had been threatening washed over her, and she clenched around his cock. Closing her eyes, she sank her teeth into her lower lip as he powered through her spasming tissues while she trembled in his arms. Finally, he slammed home one last time, stiffening as he whispered her name over and over.

  Collapsing against her, he rested his head against her shoulder and chuckled.

  “What?” she demanded.

  He lifted his head and grinned at her. “You weren’t kidding.”

  “About what?”

  He dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. “You don’t scream when you come,” he murmured against her mouth. “We’re gonna have to fix that next time.”

  His grin broadened. It was the first real smile she’d seen from him since she’d shown up on his doorstep, and the sight of it kicked her in the chest. He was an even bigger threat than Lucky’s thugs.

  Michael kissed her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. A shiver wended through her, and she wrapped her arms more tightly around him.

  “You know…it seems kind of silly to make up the guest room,” he murmured against her damp skin. “Since my bed’s more comfortable.”

  Her stomach fluttered with renewed desire. How could she want him again? As he trailed kisses along her jaw line, she realized the more appropriate question was: how could she not?

  “Take me to bed,” she whispered.

  Chapter Three

  Tori woke with a start in the grayish-pink pre-dawn light. The warmth of a hard, muscled body pressed against her back, and a thick, equally hard cock nudged at her ass. Michael’s arm was wrapped around her, his hand possessively cupping her breast.

  She tried to shift, but she was stuck, her arm pulled at an odd angle. What the hell? She yanked her arm and heard the unmistakable clank of metal. The bastard had cuffed her to the bed! She slammed her elbow into his gut, smiling in grim satisfaction when she heard his muffled oomph.

  “Wake up!” When he shifted, she rolled onto her back to glare at him and rattled the handcuffs again. “Seriously—what the fuck, Michael?”

  He propped himself up on his elbow and blinked at her, a sleepy smile playing over his lips. With his fingertip, he traced a line over her collarbone and between her breasts. “Sorry baby, but I didn’t trust you not to sneak off in the middle of the night, and I didn’t trust myself to wake up if you did.”

  “Uncuff. Me. Now.”

  Instead of answering, he inched the sheet down, slowly baring her breasts.

  “Michael,” she warned.

  “Fun hater.”

  He slid up her body, his heavy cock pressed against her side, and she tried not to squirm, betraying her need. She was pissed. The last thing she needed was to be distracted by her desire for him.

  Michael released the cuff attached to the headboard and looped it around a spindle. Grabbing her other arm, he quickly attached the open cuff to her wrist.

  Rage and something darker throbbed through her blood. “You’re not funny,” she snapped as she drew back her leg to kick him.

  “Ah-ah-ah. Not nice, Tori.” He caught her leg, pinning it to the bed. His eyes shimmered with desire, becoming more green than hazel, and his lips curved in a wicked smile.

  “Fuck you.”

  Without warning, he straddled her body, effectively immobilizing her. “What’s that expression? Great minds think alike?”

  Her stomach dropped like she was riding a roller coaster, and she shook her head.

  “See, here’s the thing. I don’t really think you want me to let you go.”

  He glanced at her nipples, which had knotted into nearly painful peaks. Licking his finger, he dragged the tip around her pebbled flesh, sending tremors of want through her body. She fought to remain impassive, glaring at him.

  “Do you remember when I threatened to cuff you to my bed last night?”

  When she refused to answer, he pinched both nipples, twisting and tugging on them.

  “Yes,” she ground out.

  “I saw that look in your eyes,” he continued. “The idea had you creaming your panties, didn’t it? I bet if I touched you right now, your cunt would be even wetter than it was last night.”

  She wouldn’t admit it, but he was right. The idea of being at Michael’s mercy had excited her more than she ever would have thought possible. The reality was even more arousing.

  Tori squeezed her legs together, but he just laughed and shifted down her body, forcing them apart. He parted her folds with a blunt finger, running it over her damp fle
sh. “Just like I thought.”

  Lifting his finger to his mouth, he sucked her juices from the tip and her pussy clenched emptily at the sight.

  “Need more,” he murmured. He settled between her legs, draping her thighs over his shoulders. Holding her gaze, he ran his thumbs along her cleft before spreading her lips.

  She trembled under his intense scrutiny as he lowered his face and dragged his tongue through her folds. Her hips shot off the bed, but he splayed a hand over her stomach and pushed her down.

  “Easy, baby,” he murmured against her flesh, the vibrations of his words setting off tiny tremors within her. “We’ve got a long way to go this morning.”

  “What do you mean?” she panted.

  He briefly circled her clit with his tongue. “I mean, last night was over too quickly. You’re going to come until you scream.”

  “I told you, I don’t do that.”

  “You will,” he promised darkly. He sucked her clit between his lips, flicking the tip of his tongue across it over and over.

  She needed him to fuck her, now. Using, his back for leverage, she braced her feet against him and lifted her hips to his face. If her hands were free, she’d hold his head between her legs until he gave her the release she needed. As it was, he pushed her hips to the bed and held her there.

  Raising his head, he gazed at her. “Is it so hard to just relax and accept pleasure?”

  She turned her face away, unable to bear the questions in his gaze.

  “Close your eyes,” he commanded. The dark edge was back in his voice and her stomach fluttered in anticipation. “Quit thinking and just feel.”

  He nuzzled the insides of her thighs, his stubbled cheeks and chin abrading her tender flesh, but she didn’t care. It felt too good. Her eyes drifted shut as he circled her clit with his fingertip, before tracing a path down to her channel.

  Michael slipped a finger inside her, shuddering at how tightly she clasped him. He couldn’t wait to bury his cock inside her again, but first he wanted to drive her as crazy as she’d driven him. The night before had been amazing, but he’d wanted to take his time with her. Instead, he’d nailed her in his kitchen, up against the fridge for fuck’s sake.

  This time it would be different—he’d make sure of it.

  Adding another finger to the one slowly pistoning in and out of her pussy, he watched her reaction, watched her fight against the restraints, writhing and pumping her hips, meeting every gentle thrusts. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but the sight of her chained to his bed was almost more than he could stand. The way her skin flushed pink as she strained toward release had him leaking pre-come onto the sheets.

  He licked and suckled at her slick flesh, loving the sweet taste of her juices. “I could do this all day long,” he murmured against her.

  “Just uncuff me,” she groaned as her hands tightened into fists. Trembling under the onslaught of his mouth and fingers, she squirmed against him.

  “Later.”

  Wetting a finger with her cream, he stroked lower, coating the puckered ring of muscles with her essence.

  “Michael!”

  He grinned at the screech in her voice. “I’m right here.”

  “I can feel where you are. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “Trust me.”

  “Right. I—”

  Gathering more lubrication, he gently, but firmly pressed inside her, and her word ended on a shriek that quickly morphed into a needy moan as he pushed forward through the untried tissues.

  “Oh…God…” Her words were a harsh whisper that stroked his cock almost as effectively as her hand.

  Thrusting in and out of her writhing body, he lowered his face and dragged his tongue through her folds. He lapped greedily at her sensitized skin, wanting to make her come harder than she ever had before. Wanting to make her come so hard she cried out. He glanced up the length of her taut, struggling body. Her lips were pressed together and her eyes were squeezed shut.

  Shoving harder, he continued to fill her snug passages with his plunging fingers as her body began to shake. She was so close. He caught her clit between his teeth and flicked his tongue across it, pushing her over the edge. Her body stiffened and her internal muscles pulsed around him as her juices poured over his tongue. He sucked at her swollen nub, pushing her further while she continued to climax. Her release tore a strangled cry from her lips. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

  Michael kissed the insides of her silky thighs and smoothed his hand over her belly as her breathing eventually slowed. He couldn’t stay still for long. Prowling up the length of her body, he straddled her, waiting for her to open her beautiful blue eyes.

  “You screamed.” He couldn’t keep the grin off his face.

  Her brow furrowed as she scowled at him. “I did not.”

  “You screamed,” he reiterated. “My name.”

  “Whatev—”

  He cut off the rest of her sentence with a kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips. When he lifted his head, she was breathless and her nipples were knotted against his chest.

  “You’d damn well better have a condom,” she panted.

  He reached into the nightstand drawer and sighed in relief as he felt the edge of a foil packet. Tearing it open, he sheathed himself and settled between Tori’s legs. His cock had pulled up tight to his stomach, and all he wanted to do was ram himself home.

  Bracing her feet on the mattress, she canted her hips toward him. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

  His eyes closed at the sound of her need. Who was he to deny her? Nudging her opening with the head of his cock, he drove into her. His breath hissed through his clenched teeth at the snug fit of her tight channel. God, she felt good around him.

  Propped on his elbows, he leaned down, sucking on her nipples as he slammed into her, shafting her harder with every stroke. Apparently, she’d figured out how much he liked to hear her voice. She murmured in his ear, telling him she wanted him deeper and harder. Begging him to fuck her faster.

  His balls pulled up tight at the husky sound of need in her voice. A tingling started at the base of his spine, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He captured Tori’s mouth and trailed his fingers over her chained arms, loving the way she kissed him back, straining against him. Tracing the metal around her wrists, he brushed his fingers over her palms before lacing their fingers together.

  Lifting his mouth from hers, he stared into her face while she clutched his hands. Eyes dilated, she held his gaze until she spasmed, clamping down on his cock so hard he could barely move. He thrust one last time. The tingle at the base of his spine wrapped around his groin and exploded through his cock as his release shot through him.

  As if from a huge distance, he heard music playing. Tori shifted beneath him, her skin slick against his. “Crap, that’s my phone,” she mumbled. “Can you grab it for me?”

  Reluctantly, he left the warmth of her body and retrieved the phone from the counter where he’d left it when he’d taken it away from her last night. Grabbing it, he flipped it open and headed back to the bedroom. “Tori Spinelli’s phone.”

  After a long pause, a woman on the other end asked for Tori. Sitting next to her on the bed, he held the phone to her ear while she glared at him and gestured toward her cuffed hands with her head.

  Michael freed one of her wrists, and she grabbed the phone and switched ears. “Hey Luce, what’s up?”

  “Dr Blahnik’s wife went into early labor last night and the ER is short staffed. They want to know if you can cover for him.”

  “Then why didn't scheduling call me?”

  Lucy paused and cleared her throat. “Because after last night, they wanted me to assess you—see how you’re doing, and if you’re up to coming in today.”

  “I’m fine. I can be there in an hour or so.”

  “You haven’t even been away from this place for a whole shift,” her friend protested. “At least tell me y
ou got laid.”

  “I’ll be there in an hour,” she said.

  “Oh, come on! Who is he?”

  “Bye Luce.”

  Tori shut the phone and waited for Michael to open the other cuff.

  He nuzzled her neck. “I’d rather keep you chained to my bed.”

  She closed her eyes. The real world was calling, and it required her to be showered, dressed, and not imagining herself in love with someone who saw her as nothing more than a job. He lied for a living, and nothing that had transpired last night was going to change that. They’d both been frustrated, angry and had needed to blow off steam. Things needed to go back to normal now, and the sooner she convinced herself of that, the better.

  * * * *

  Tori finished dressing and stepped out of the bathroom. Michael stood in the hallway and put his finger to his lips, his expression fierce. Nodding her understanding, she stood, silently waiting for him to finish his phone call.

  “Sure,” he said. “Four o’clock. I’ll be there.”

  His expression changed as he paced away from her.

  “She’s not my girlfriend,” he laughed coldly. “More like a piece of ass. An exceptionally fine piece of ass, but a piece of ass all the same.”

  A cold band tightened around her heart, and it hurt to breathe, but she ignored the desolate feeling. She knew he didn’t mean anything by it. He was just doing his job. Besides, it wasn’t like they had a relationship. What they’d shared the night before was no more real than the things he said to whomever he was talking to.

  “I don’t want to include her in my business dealings. Besides, she’s already at work.”

  Michael reached the end of the hall and turned around, shoving his hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face, but his voice was still pleasant. “Okay. See you then.”

  After he disconnected, he shoved the phone in his pocket and rubbed his hand over his face before finally meeting her gaze. “You know I didn’t mean that, right?”

  “Yeah, I know. You’re just doing your job.” It hurt to admit, but hopefully the more she repeated it to herself the easier it would be to believe.