Cuffed to the Bad Boy Cop: A Stepbrother Romance

by Lola Rivera

  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 presse
d 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!"

  He shrugged in that easy nonchalant way of his. "It's my house. I can come in here if I want."

  "I know but maybe next time you could knock on my bathroom door to let me know you're here."

  "Maybe." His lips curved in a mischievous grin. "So what are you wearing under that towel?"

  I snorted and shook my head. "You're a pervert."

  "Guilty as charged." He reached for me and grasped my wrist. "Come here." He tugged me closer. "Why did you hop out of bed before I woke?"

  I shrugged. "I couldn't sleep any longer and figured you wouldn’t be thrilled with me watching the news while you slept in on a Saturday morning."

  He regarded me for a moment and smiled. "That was considerate of you."

  I frowned. "It may have escaped your notice but I'm not exactly a spoiled ass brat."

  His eyes narrowed. "Not usually but last night?"

  I eyed him warily. "What about last night?"

  "I'm pretty sure you broke into my room, rifled through my things and—oh, yeah—you left one of those damn suckers stuck to my coffee table again."

  I bit my lip and dropped my gaze to the floor. "Is this where I get punished?"

  "Yep."

  I squealed with surprise as he jerked free my towel and yanked me down across his lap. He wore only a pair of black cotton shorts so I could feel the erection straining against the thin fabric. It stabbed into my lower belly.

  Tipped forward, I instinctively put my fingertips on the floor to steady myself. A shiver rippled along my spine as Gage's rough palm caressed my bare ass. I licked my lips and tried to calm my raw nerves. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like this very much.

  "You broke into my room seven or eight times."

  "Yes, Sir."

  "You searched my private things."

  "Yes, Sir."

  "You left one of those damn suckers on my furniture again."

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Hmmm," he said, exaggerating the sound. "That sounds like, oh, fifteen swats?"

  My eyes widened. "Fif-fifteen? No! That's too many."

  "You shouldn't have been such a bad, bad girl."

  "No. Wait. I—ow!" I tensed as the first smack of his big hand cracked my ass. The blast of pain prickled along my bare skin. I started to wiggle on his lap and tried to get free. His arm pressed against my upper back, holding me in place. "Oh! Oh no! No!"

  "Hold still or else I'll make you count them and thank me."

  I stopped fighting. "Please, Gage. No more."

  He laughed. "You aren't getting out of this one so easily."

  "Ow! Oh! Ow!"

  Gage's hand smacked my bottom over and over again. Heat blossomed under his palm. The loud cracks echoed in my room. I tried not to squirm but it was too hard to stay totally still. Instinct told me to move, to get my ass the hell out of the way.

  "Ouch! Jeez!" I inhaled sharply as his palm bounced off my backside again. "Damn! It was one fucking sucker, Gage!"

  "Excuse me?" He used that harsh, stern tone I was coming to recognize as his Dom's voice. "Did you just cuss at me, Meg?"

  "I—oh, hell." There was no denying that one. Glumly, I said, "Yes, Sir."

  "I think that's five more swats."

  "Oh shit."

  "Really, Meg? That's two more."

  I clamped my lips together. At this rate, I was going to be black and blue before it was all over. He popped me twice more and I started to tear up a little. Fuck but that big hand of his hurt!

  He shifted his legs, widening his thighs, and I gasped. My clit was now in constant contact with his thigh. Every whack of his palm forced my clit against his hard, muscular leg. It didn't take me long to realize I could have a little pleasure with that pain.

  I cried out with each smack but started to moan a little as my clit started to throb. Oh, that was nice. "Ah!"

  Gage chuckled as his hand delivered those last few whacks. "I see we've made a little discovery." His hands forced my thighs wide open, and he explored my soaking slit with his fingers. “Feel this wet pussy?” He clicked his teeth. "Such a dirty, dirty girl. What am I going to do with you, Meg?"

  Even though my ass was on fire, I couldn't ignore my throbbing clit or the aching need building inside me. "Fuck me, Sir. Please just fuck me."

  He laughed at my entreaty but didn't deny my request. He picked me up and dropped me face-down on the bed. A white-hot frisson of anticipation pierced my belly. I gripped my fluffy comforter in both hands as Gage knelt behind me and grasped my thighs. He lifted my butt high in the air and opened my pussy with his fingers.

  "Gage!" I shouted his name as I felt his tongue invading me. He wiggled it inside. My fingers tightened around the fistfuls of comforter I held. I pumped my hips and relished the wickedness of the act. He ate my pussy like a starving man, his tongue darting inside my slick passage and then swirling around my clit.

  Just when I started to get really hot, he pulled away from me. I whimpered at the sudden abandonment. "No! I was so close."

  He spanked my ass, and I hissed. My core clenched as the bright, prickly heat of the smack reverberated through me. I couldn’t really understand it but I was starting to enjoy being spanked. That mix of pleasure/pain was heady and enthralling.

  "Oh!" My head popped off the bed as Gage thrust inside me.

  He laughed and swept his hand up and down my back. "You love my cock, don’t you, sugar?"

  "Love it," I agreed, breathless now.

  Gage pumped his hips, his shaft gliding in and out of me at a slow, deliberate pace. "Am I hurting you, Meg?"

  After the spanking he had just doled out, his question struck me as terribly funny. Of course, if the spanking had been too much, I could have used our safe word—but I had liked it too much to ask him to stop.

  “No, you aren’t hurting me.” There was a little discomfort but it was quickly eclipsed by the amazing sensation of his big cock stroking inside me. "Feels so good, Gage."
/>   "That's what I like to hear." He clasped my waist and started to take me a little faster. Our bodies slapped together, flesh against flesh echoing in my bedroom. I clawed at the comforter as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

  "Rub your clit, Meg." His order made me shiver. "Make yourself come."

  I shifted my weight to one hand and reached down to the place where our bodies were joined. My fingers quickly found my clit and started to flick. Every stroke of Gage's thick tool made me groan. My toes curled as I chased my orgasm, that coil of bliss tightening in my lower belly.

  "Come for me, Meg."

  As if on cue, my pussy clenched his rock-hard dick and I exploded with spasms of ecstasy. I strummed my clit as he plowed me with his thick shaft, the power of each thrust shoving my knees forward on the comforter. My hand dropped to the bed as my climax ended. I shivered with delicious aftershocks.

  Gage pulled out of me just long enough to flip me over onto my back. He crawled over me, insinuating himself between my thighs, and captured my mouth in a sensual kiss. After that rough, quick fuck, it wasn't what I'd expected. I melted into him, enjoying the heat and strength radiating from his big, strong body.

  His tongue invaded my mouth at the same time his cock slid back into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rocked beneath him. We had gone from fucking to something much more intense. This was slow and easy lovemaking and I couldn't get enough of it.

  I scratched at his sides and he cupped my bruised bottom, angling my backside up so he could thrust even deeper. I gasped against his mouth and nipped at his lower lip. He grinned and kissed me roughly, his lips punishing mine.

  This time, we climbed together toward a shared climax. Gage knew just how to thrust and shifted his body so that my clit was perfectly aligned against him. Every deep plunge of his stiff cock stoked the burning embers of my desire.

  I came just seconds before him, my lips parted against his cheek, my heavy breaths buffeting his ear. He groaned and slammed deep. I could feel his cock twitching inside me as he jerked in my arms. His hot semen spilled inside me, easing the burn of our coupling.