ARRESTED: A Stepbrother Cop Romance (9 page)

I jerk into him again but I don’t complain. I get that
he doesn’t want me to make a sound. I struggle against him, the sting of the
spanking sending a tingling sensation to my aching pussy.

"You're a dirty girl,” he whispers. “You’re so
wet and I’ve hardly touched you.” His hand connects with my ass again. “You
need to learn,” he says.

I moan and sway towards him but he yanks me back with
his hand around the handcuffs. They dig into my skin inflicting more exquisite
pain. The pain mingled with pleasure makes me so hot, so wet I want to plead
with him. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him to throw me on the bed and
fuck me hard until we both come.

"On your knees."

He kicks my shorts and panties toward me for me to
kneel on. I take position in front of him waiting for his instructions. Faster
than I've ever seen a man undress his clothes hit the floor. I barely have time
to take in his muscled chest and strong thighs before he wraps a hand in my
hair and guides me toward his rock-hard cock. I peer up at him.

"Suck me."

I’m dazed as Cory pushes me forward, stroking the tip
of his huge cock over my bottom lip and pushing deep into my mouth. With him
guiding me back and forth on his length, I suck. The taste of him makes me
light headed and slurping sounds fill the room as he pushes me faster. I lick him
up and down following the length of a vein to the tip, and he groans,
tightening his grasp in my hair. He pushes me toward his length again. With
each thrust forward my body tingles. I imagine his cock pushing inside me. I
taste his arousal, salty-sweet in my mouth, and I feel so frantic. Squeezing my
legs together does nothing to ease the ache between them. There’s only one
thing that will do that and Cory is making me wait.

My shoulders are beginning to twinge, but before I can
linger on the thought, Cory's hand lets go of my hair. He helps me to stand and
pulls me into his arms for another searing kiss. I wonder if he can taste
himself on my tongue, and how he feels about that.

My hard nipples brush against his chest, causing a
tingle of sensation to race through my body. The stroke of his tongue across my
lips makes me shiver. I want to wrap my arms around him. Pull him closer. The
handcuffs bite into my skin every time I struggle against them.

Cory is the first to break the kiss. He brushes my
hair aside and bites my tender flesh of my neck. The tingle that soars through
my body pulls a moan from my lips.

He moves forward, forcing me to back up until the back
of my knees hit my bed. Anticipation sings through my fevered body. I want to
plead but I know that won’t make him go any faster.

"Don't. We can't,” I say and his eyes meet mine,
fierce and demanding.

"I know you want it. I can smell you. Your pussy
is so wet I’m going to be able to slip in there so easy. Dirty girls need their
punishment. And you're going to take yours like a good girl."

A grin appears and my heart races. It’s what I wanted
to see that night by the side of the road. He’d tried so hard to hide it from
me, but he isn’t hiding now.

I see him.

It’s a strange realization. He needs to be in control
as much as I need to be controlled. I wonder what’s behind his proclivity. Is
it something from his childhood, too? I want to know everything. I want to see
inside his mind and his heart and have him know me the same way.

With his body against mine, he lowers me to the
mattress trapping my handcuffed hands under me. The knot of my t-shirt pushes
into my back and I wriggle to get more comfortable.

Lust fuels him as he starts at my ankles, dropping
kisses as he moves up my body. With a feather-light touch, he caresses the
trail his lips took. In places, it tickles, and I jerk away. In other places,
it sets me on fire,

When he reaches my pussy I hold my breath. His soft
breath on my folds makes my clit pulse. Deft fingers part my lips exposing my
private place to him. I blush so hard, knowing he’s seeing me, smelling me,
about to taste me. When his tongue flicks over my sensitive clit I gasp and
raise my hips.

Cory darts his tongue over and over in short fast
strokes. It feels so amazing that I moan and arch into his mouth. If my hands
were free I’d clutch him to my pussy and grind on his face until I came. All
the longing and pleasure has coiled up inside me.

His tongue changes to circling my clit, barely
touching it but trailing lightly around and around. He gets achingly close to
the sweet spot but doesn't touch it. I arch, swivel my hips, anything to get
him to flick my clit again.

He chuckles and pulls back, finger stroking the same
path his tongue took, just enough to make me writhe but not enough to make me
come.

“You want it?” he asks with amusement.

I shake my head. “NO.”

Cory laughs. “I know you’re lying.” His finger follows
my labia downwards and rests at the entrance to my pussy. I swear, it actually
clenches as though it wants to draw him inside my body. Kitty’s hungry and she
knows what she wants.

He doesn’t give it to her.

Instead, he crawls up my body until he’s looming over
me, face so close to mine that we are breathing the same air. I feel his cock
dangling at the entrance to my pussy. So close but still a tease.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” His
eyes are cold like they were at the traffic stop. He’s keeping himself remote
from this, trying to maintain his hold over his emotions and physical
reactions.

I shake my head and look at the wall.
 
He wants me to beg but I won’t.

“Tell me,” he orders, gripping my jaw in his huge hand
and holding me so I can’t look away.

“I don’t want you,” I say angrily. This is all part of
the game but it feels real now. I’m frustrated and he’s making me wait for my
pleasure.

“Liar.”

“Fuck you.”

“You will, baby. Don’t worry. Unless you really mean
it. Do you really mean it, Allyson? Do you want to say the safe word?”

I look up into his stone cold eyes and want to bite
him. I want him to feel pain. I want him to hurt as much as I do right now. I
could say ‘officer’ and all this would be over. I could relieve myself. My
trusty vibrator is currently stashed in the drawer next to the bed. I could
send him on his way with a rock hard dick and a few choice words burning his
ears. But I won’t because as much as I hate his teasing, I also love it.

“Fuck me,” I say loudly. “Just do it. Stick it inside
me and make me come.”

They’re not the begging words he was so obviously
looking for but they seem to do the job. Maybe he feels as frenzied as me and
can’t wait any longer.

He clasps a nipple with his mouth again, grazing the
puckered peak with his teeth. Pain and sizzling pleasure spike through me.

He reaches over to the nightstand and finds a condom
in his wallet. It takes him seconds to sheath himself and then, with him
looking into my eyes, he reaches between us and guides his cock inside me. The
questioning look isn't something I expected to see in his expression. It’s as
though he needs to make sure I’m still with him even though I haven’t used the
safe word. Maybe he’s had a bad experience in the past. Maybe it’s because he’s
a cop and he’s dealt with victims of sexual assault. I give him another small
nod.

"Don't," I whisper. “Please,”

He plunges into me again with a groan. My pussy grips
him as he rams harder, pushing with every thrust until he’s balls deep and our
hips are mashed together painfully. A tingling sensation has already started in
my stomach and moves down my body. My clit pulses with each thrust into me. He
plunges deeper, pushing me into the mattress, jiggling my breasts. His balls
slap against me with every stroke, the sound creating a rhythmic smacking sound
that fuels my desire.

Unable to wrap my arms around him to pull him closer I
arch into his thrusts to pull him in deeper. He pumps faster, gathering me in
his arms, holding me tightly. Low moans from deep in his throat send my desire
over the edge. I moan and raise my hips to match his rhythm. The gathering
sensation in my clit pushes me so close to orgasm that I'm desperate to come.

The pressure building in my core winds tighter and
tighter and I can’t hold it in anymore.

I beg him. “Please.”

His fingers dig into my skin, arms drawing so tight I
feel like I can’t get a breath. With one hard, deep final thrust, Cory makes me
come. My orgasm crashes through me, my legs twitch, my clit throbs. Inside me,
his cock jerks and I feel it pulsing with his own release. My pussy grips him
tighter with each twitch of my orgasm and he groans, clutching me against his
chest until his length stops jerking inside me.

Cory’s breathing fast and I can feel his heart racing
against mine. I wait for him to say something but he doesn’t. I hope he’ll kiss
me but he doesn’t do that either. Instead, he rolls off me and the sudden
withdrawal of his body heat makes me shiver. Exhausted and a bit confused, I
watch him go into the bathroom and I hear the water running. The sun is
starting to rise outside casting thin streams of brightness through the cracks
in my curtains. When Cory returns it’s with a washcloth and a towel in his
hands. He rubs the washcloth over my pussy then dries me off with the towel.
Then he retrieves the handcuff keys from the nightstand drawer, helps me to sit
up and unlocks my restraints. I roll my shoulders to ease the tight muscles
there.

We’re so quiet now and it feels strange; uncomfortable
even. Does he regret what we did? Does he feel guilty?

Cory reaches for the hand lotion I have on my
nightstand and, with great care, he rubs in cooling lotion on the red marks
around my wrists. The lotion soothes the pain and his tender touch soothes the
ache in my heart. He’s caring for me.
 
He
might not know what to say but I understand that. Sometimes sex is so powerful
it can make you reassess how you feel about more than the act itself. He lifts
my hand to his mouth and brushes light kisses on my wrists.

My stomach flutters at the tenderness of his actions,
and the look in his eyes when I finally pluck up the courage to meet his gaze.

I want to talk to him, to tell him how much I enjoyed
what we did and ask him how he feels. I want to kiss his beautiful lips and put
a smile on them once more.

But I don’t get the chance because my cell phone
jingles in my purse.

"Sorry, I should get that."

Cory picks up my purse from the floor beside the bed
and holds it in front of me. I reach in and find my phone then swipe to answer
the call.

"Hi, mom." Trust her to pick this exact
moment to call me for an early morning chat.

"Allyson! So glad I caught you before classes.
Wedding plans are overwhelming me. I need to find out when you'll be free to go
dress shopping."

"I'll check my schedule and give you a call back
this afternoon."

"That's great. Don't forget. There's so much to
do. You'll need a fabulous dress. We’ll get Cory a matching tie. It’ll be so
nice that we'll all be a family soon."

I cringe at the word family. That was exactly the word
I didn’t need to hear right now. I peer up at Cory, who is currently worrying
the skin of his cuticle with his nail. He must be able to hear the
conversation.
 
We’re sitting so close and
mom’s voice reaches pitches that could break a glass when she’s excited. Guilt
sweeps over me.

We slept together. I just fucked my stepbrother-to-be.
Not just that but I let him cuff me and play out a scene that was hotter than
any I’ve had before.

My future stepbrother knows what I taste like between
my legs. "I won't forget. I'll call you back. I have to dash now. Love
you."

My mother barely gets out her reciprocal "love
you too" when I hit the end button. I look to the side and Cory doesn’t
meet my gaze. I can’t read his cop face. It’s set in neutral to pissed off, or
at least that’s how I interpret his expression. I feel as though I’m back in
that moment when he found the cuffs, torn between embarrassment and longing.
All I want to do is curl up in his lap and go to sleep. I’m so tired,
physically and emotionally.

But I can’t bear to hear the words that might be on
the tip of his tongue. That we made a mistake. That he needs to go and we
should forget this ever happened. I can’t think about the lies I told him and
the disaster that’s waiting for me if Drew carries out his threats. I’m on the
verge of tears when I jump off the bed and scramble into my clothes.

"We made a mistake. This shouldn't have
happened," I say.

I risk a peek at him, seeing hurt and anger flash in
his eyes. Oh god, is he hurt? Am I the one making a mistake right now.

Cory pulls on his clothes with short jerking motions,
finally reaching to collect his belt from the nightstand. I expect him to say
something. There are so many words I could say now; I’m sorry, being the most
important ones, but I can’t seem to get them out. I stand with my eyes trained
on the floor until the door slams, making me jump.