Authors: Frances Stockton
“Lie across my lap, honey. I want to make sure I haven’t
damaged your skin.”
If he did, he’d let Taran kick his ass the next time they
sparred. It would serve him right.
She placed herself over his lap as asked, giving no
indication that she was upset or scared of him. Taking a good long look at her
luscious backside, he relaxed when he saw mild handprints.
Aware that her ass was probably sore, he noticed the lotion
had cocoa butter in it and thought it would help her skin heal. Gently as
possible, he applied lotion to her soft backside.
“I’ve marked you,” he observed. “But the redness will fade
by morning.”
“You have, Detective, as you did the other day with that
slapper,” she answered proudly. “I’m not in pain, if that’s what you’re
wondering.”
“Maybe not, but I bet if I touched your asshole, you’d deck
me.”
Morgan laughed softly. “I can’t deny that. Maybe I’ll get
one of your brothers to teach me how to break boards with my bare hands. Then
I’ll have a dog to protect me and martial arts to keep you in line.”
“I’ll teach you self-defense. It’s always a good idea. Trust
me. You’ll never have to break something to tell me to back off. You’re new to
anal sex. Twice in several days is a lot to ask. I’ll not take you that way for
a while. Okay?”
“I do trust you. I’m not complaining about the soreness. In
this case, it means I had the wildest, wickedest sex of my life recently.
Waiting is good. But I’ll heal and I hope you’ll teach me all kinds of ways to
enjoy sex, including more anal sex. Maybe I’ll fuck you!”
“I’ll teach you everything I know,” Ethan promised.
That’s all he could promise. Would it be wild? Yes. Would he
take her in ways she’d never imagined? Yes. They had a lifetime to figure out
all the ways they could fuck.
Tonight, he was simply going to make love to her.
Placing the bottle of lotion on the bedside table, he stood
up and unzipped his jeans as she watched. Getting naked was a matter of tugging
his pants off. He tossed them and Morgan was watching with wide-eyed innocence
and a sultry smile.
He was about to get in bed when she did the unexpected. She
jumped up a second before he would have taken her down to the mattress.
“Morgan! What are you doing?”
“Making room for you to crawl under the covers,” she
answered.
“Come back here,” he invited, holding out his hand.
“Not until you lie down.”
She stood her ground, looking proud as a queen. Her skin
glowed from being rubbed with lotion. Her smile changed from sultry to
mischievous. Her nipples were taut. Her nudity was something to behold.
Ethan decided then and there that aside from having her
remove the hair from her underarms and legs, he wouldn’t have her shave her
mound unless she wanted to do it or if she really misbehaved.
Moving under the covers, Ethan reclined and tucked the
covers around his waist. “Bedtime, honey,” he invited again, waiting for her to
move.
She finally did, only she went to the foot of the bed,
unbound her hair, lifted the covers and crawled underneath.
“Morgan!”
She stayed silent, slowly crawling up until she reached his
feet. Her mouth brushed the sole of his left foot, then the right. She kept
going, making him hard as fuck by offering kisses and licks to his chins, knees
and inner thighs.
The closer she got to his cock, the slower she went. Her
hair swept his groin, feeling incredibly good and soft as silk.
“Morgan, you know what you’re supposed to do if you want
something.”
Hell of it was, she didn’t answer. She kissed the head of
his dick, deliberately, reverently. Her tongue swirled continuously, finding
the underside where he was most sensitive and flicking ultra-fast.
“Fuckin’ hell, woman, you keep that up, you’re asking for
trouble. Get up here and stop messing around.”
Morgan stopped kissing his cock head. “Don’t you understand,
Master? You’ve taught me the power of the dark side. Let me love you. You can
discipline me tomorrow.”
“Oh I will, Morgan. I will.” Reaching beneath the covers, he
easily found her head and pushed her face down to his dick. “Right now, suck my
cock. Stop before I come down your throat and there will be hell to pay.”
Dammit, she chuckled. The warmth of her breath teased his
balls before he felt the tip of her tongue play with his scrotum, forcing him
to bite his lip. He’d get her back. Man, he would have his revenge and she’d
find out what it meant to disobey her Master.
After that, he lost focus on all but the delicious way she
sucked him off. Clever little vixen managed to bring him to the brink twice,
backing off just before he blew, then resuming her talented ministrations.
The closer he came to climax, the stronger she sucked. Her
fingers gripped the girth of his cock and began an up-and-down jerking motion
that centered right beneath his crown. His hips surged upward and reality spun
out of control.
All that existed for him right then was her mouth, her hand,
his cock and the explosion of cum jetting down her throat.
If it meant Morgan really did have him wrapped around her
little finger, so be it. He’d go wherever she wanted as long as she kept
swallowing and testing his mettle.
She would answer for her insubordination. That could come
later. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, for now, Ethan shoved the covers
down, grabbed Morgan up and dragged her over him until she was wrapped right on
top of him.
“You can be the top this time, sweetie,” he granted.
“Whatever you want, you’ve earned it.”
“Thank you, Detective.”
“Not Detective in bed anymore. It’s cute when you call me
that, but I’m your Master, sweet sub. Even when you’re topping me, I call the
shots.”
Morgan tossed her head, her hair swinging back some. “What
would you have of me, Master?”
“To hold me,” he told her.
“Nothing more?”
He kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. Drawing back, he
said, “All you need to do right now is settle on top of me and rest. I’ll reward
you as soon as I can do more than kiss.”
“And here I thought you’d discipline me.”
Running his hand down to her soft backside, he stroked the
spots he knew still bore his palm print. “I will tomorrow night. Now be a good
sub and kiss your Master.”
Morgan bowed her head, then lifted her eyes to look at him
as their mouths drew close enough to touch. Whispering his name, she set her
mouth against his, seducing him with the timid foray of her tongue into his
mouth until his head started spinning and his heart sped up faster than when
he’d skated first line in a three-period hockey game.
Unable to resist her, he snagged her hair with his hands and
held her very still. Even though she was on top, he kept control of her head as
he ravaged her mouth, enslaving her to him.
As soon as she sighed in compliance, he freed her hair and
gentled his touch, purposefully keeping the skim of his palms up and down the
slope of her back light and their kiss wickedly sexy.
They bit at each other’s lips. They sucked, tongued, nipped
and crushed their lips so harshly that their teeth ground together. It was
almost painful.
Yet it increased Morgan’s desire. He turned his head to nip
sharply at the tender area beneath her chin, causing her to split her legs
until his knee was up against her quim. Riding his knee, she ground her pussy
against him, drenching him with female cum.
Arousal gripped his gonads, making him rock-hard. Morgan’s
sighs were plentiful. Her feminine need became more acute.
Soon she shifted, allowing room for him to push his dick up
against her mound. The next thing he knew, they were humping each other as if
they were teenagers gone wild.
It wasn’t much later that he grasped her waist, lifted her
hips off the bed and thrust into the hot tight well of her cunt. She took him
good and hard, thrusting back at him with everything she had.
When it wasn’t enough, they flipped around to their sides
and then spun over until she was astride him, taking his cock inside the
hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever known. Whatever way he placed her, she went,
and through it all Morgan was his willing partner.
He wasn’t gentle. Neither was she. He bit her twice. She bit
his shoulder, leaving an imprint of teeth. He scratched, she pulled his hair.
She dug her fingers into his back. He spanked her bottom, making certain she
felt the sting.
Ethan let out a bear’s roar, ultimately pulling out of her
and tackling Morgan until she was flat beneath him on the bed with her face
down.
“Who’s on top now, sweet?”
“Master,” she grumbled into her pillow, trying to buck him
off.
“Stay still,” he commanded. “Stay very, very still so you
can feel this coming.”
Morgan rested quietly, presenting her bare ass and letting
him have his way. Her permission was sweet. With it, Ethan readjusted his dick
until he carefully guided his cock head into her soft, tight pussy and buried
himself deep.
He thrust once, twice, purposefully pushing her quim against
the bed so she would come. As soon as her vagina began clutching his cock, he
came like a runaway freight train, filling her with jizz.
Morgan cried out, accepting every drop. Feeling himself
shake until he was spent, he ended up collapsed over her back, doing his best
not to crush her.
“Sonofabitch, that was good,” he declared.
“Just think, we’ll only get better.”
He laughed at that. “Yes, yes we will, Morgan. What I love
right now is the fact that you’ve got my seed filling up your pussy. Get some
rest, as soon as I can move, I’m going to come inside you again. Not until
you’re so full of my cum that it’s dripping out of you will we settle in for
the night.”
“You better live up to that promise, Master. Otherwise, your
sub may object by sending you to the sofa.”
“No. I sleep with you no matter how pissed off you get.”
Ethan stayed buried in her. He’d soften and slide out in a
couple of minutes. But he would keep their groins locked as close together as
possible unless she had to pee or he did.
Morgan sighed, not putting up any argument. Ethan did shift
some of his weight and maneuvered them so that they could spoon together
without breaking the closeness.
“If you did want my ass again, I’d let you take it,” she
whispered.
“No, baby, I’m a horny sonofabitch right now, but I’m not
heartless. As brave as you are, I’ve no doubt you’d let me do anything to you.
That’s why I won’t.”
“You don’t want to hurt me.”
“How can I hurt the woman I love? It goes against everything
I know.”
“Some Doms hurt their subs. I’ve read BDSM erotica. I’ve
researched and seen terrible cruelty. Don’t get me wrong. What you did to me in
the attic a few days ago was wildly sexy and today you showed me more glimpses
into the lifestyle downstairs. I loved it and want more.”
“I’m a Master, not a sadist, Morgan. There’s a line between
darkly erotic discipline and sadism and masochism that I’ll never cross or
require you to test.”
“I’m a lucky sub. I’m not sure all Dominants are as good as
you.”
“I’ve the benefit of my big brother. Like my father, I was
born Dominant, as was Taran. But Phalen studied and mastered the lifestyle so
he could teach us the right way to treat our submissives.”
“I do love your brother, Ethan. I know that if I ever needed
him, he would be there.”
“Yes he would. So would Taran, so would Cassie. That’s what
family does for each other.”
“Agree,” she said tiredly, fighting off a yawn.
Ethan rested his head close to hers, kissed her nape and
hugged her around the middle. He’d honor his word and let her recover. As soon
as he was hard again, they’d fuck and he loved that the condoms were still in
the drawer.
They’d remain there unless they were having anal sex or he
was doing something to her that required extra lubrication. The possibilities
were endless. He was glad he’d discovered that with Morgan.
When he knew the sonofabitch who hurt his woman was rotting
in jail, he’d make her a Maddox in every way that counted.
Chapter Eight
On Friday morning, Morgan woke up to bright sunshine
streaming into the bedroom. The level of light indicated that she’d slept in
way past her norm.
Two big kittens were currently curled up on the mattress, taking
up much of the space that would normally be Ethan’s side of the bed.
Where he was, she had no idea. It was completely silent in
the bathroom, not even a drip from a faucet indicating that he’d been in there
recently.
Pushing herself up on her elbows, she let the covers slide
down to her waist, unintentionally waking up Delilah.
“Sorry, baby kitty,” she said softly, reaching out to offer
a scratch to Delilah’s chin, her favorite rub spot.
Delilah debated her options and arched her head up for
permission to scratch. Samson woke as soon as he realized his sister was
getting attention. Samson had no problem standing up, stretching lazily and
meandering across the bed to Morgan’s lap.
“You really did give me up the other day,” Morgan complained
to the feline even as he draped himself on her lap and began to purr.
The purring was so sweet that she couldn’t stay mad at him.
It wasn’t his fault for wanting to play.
“So where’s your uncle this morning?” she asked the kitties.
“Right here,” Ethan announced, pushing the bedroom door wide
open.
It took a second, but she realized he’d kicked it with his
foot. His hands were occupied with a breakfast tray. “What’s this all about,
Ethan?”
“Breakfast in bed,” he answered. “After last night, I
figured you deserved to sleep in and some nourishment.”
Morgan couldn’t contain a smile. If anyone knew they’d
fucked three times after the first bedtime go-round when they came upstairs
last night, each time more decadent and naughtier than the one previous, they’d
be as stunned as she was.
Ethan had lived up to his promise. He said he’d fill her up
with cum. And damn, he sure as hell made sure she was aware of every drop.
Whenever her feminine dew and his cum dripped out, he’d scoop it up on his
finger and command her to lick it off.
She did get up to brush her teeth and pee before the last
time. But they were both so tired afterward that they ended up falling asleep
entwined. Her last memory before succumbing to exhaustion was the feeling of
Ethan’s still-hard cock pulsing inside her body and the warm spray of ejaculate
inside her pussy.
“How are you feeling?” Ethan inquired, coming up to the bed
with the tray.
She moved to prop herself up against the sleigh headboard.
“I’m okay.”
“Don’t lie.”
“Not lying.”
“You’re sore,” he stated.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m not okay. Touch me, I might
deck you. Feed me, I might kiss you.”
“Might?” Ethan’s brow rose even as he shooed Samson off her
lap and placed the tray across her legs.
“That’s right. I’ve not decided if I’ll kiss you yet.”
Ethan bent low at his waist, looking her square in the eyes.
“Testy this morning, are you?”
“I’m a little off.” She couldn’t say why, but she had the
feeling that something was wrong.
Not with the two of them. But something beyond them, perhaps
with the case or with someone they knew. It was the same feeling she’d had when
she and Remy arrived at Druid Creek Castle.
Thinking of Remy made her worry increase. She prayed she was
just being silly and he was fine.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Ethan encouraged, carefully
sitting on the bed in order to remove the lid from the plate of food.
He’d made a gigantic fruit plate with slices of Vermont
cheddar cheese circling the diced melon, slices of oranges, apples, bananas and
seedless grapes. He’d also placed two big mugs of coffee and glasses of ice
water on the tray.
“I don’t know exactly.”
“Do you feel a headache coming on?”
Morgan shook her head. “Not at the moment. Maybe the feeling
will go away. But the more I think about it, the more I think something’s wrong
with Remy.”
Ethan growled at her before plucking a piece of cheese from
the plate. Morgan picked up a fork and stabbed a piece of honeydew melon.
“Do you want to call him, honey?”
“Are you going to get jealous if I do?”
“No. I’m cool with your friendship with him.”
“You just gave me the Maddox growl.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s the one you, Taran or Phalen do when you’re about to
kick someone’s ass.”
“Have you ever seen us kick someone’s ass unless it’s
warranted?”
“Well, no, but it’s the sound you all make when you’re about
to go all Alpha badass on behalf of your women folk. And I heard Phalen nearly
pulverized Michael Donatelli when you all rescued Cassie.”
“Women folk, that’s something Taran would say. We take care
of our own, we’re not Neanderthals.”
“Does that mean he didn’t hit Michael?”
“There was a fight, but only because Donatelli had gotten
hold of a jousting pole and threatened Phalen with it. Once Phalen overpowered
the bastard, he turned him over to me and Sam. His focus was all about getting
to Cassie.”
“I’m glad he did that. He’s a good man. As you and Taran
are, I just don’t want you to get pissed if I call to make sure Remy’s all
right.”
Ethan grinned and bit into the cheese. He chewed, swallowed
and her grizzly bear settled down. He ate another piece of cheese and a grape.
“Okay, I’ll go get your phone after you eat. Later, we can head over to visit
with Alex. Ryan’s probably at his practice today.”
“That’d be great, thank you.” The longer they sat there and
ate, the more Morgan became certain that something was wrong with Remy.
It wasn’t until they finished the plate of fruit, drank the
coffee and water and Ethan took the tray away that she finally stood up. Her
legs were shaky from such an extensive sexual workout.
If they kept having sex all night, she’d get fit as a
fiddle. Maybe they could create a sex workout DVD and couples could get in
shape while getting off. Laughing a little, Morgan went over to her suitcase
and searched through it for her clothes while Ethan took the tray downstairs
and retrieved her phone.
She found a navy blue blouse and a pair of jeans, deciding
that it was a pants kind of day when Ethan came in. She instantly went to cover
her breasts and quim with her hands.
Morgan dropped her hands to her sides. Ethan had seen
everything many times by now. Nudity shouldn’t embarrass her anymore.
“You’re a lovely woman, Morgan. Don’t hide anything from me.
Wear clothing or not when we’re home alone, I’ll never object to seeing you
naked.”
“Thank you, Ethan.”
“I brought your cellphone,” he said, bringing the phone
over.
It wasn’t a fancy phone by any means. But it got the job
done. After it dried out, it worked just fine and getting a new one wasn’t
necessary.
Morgan took it and punched in Remy’s cell number. A few
seconds later, the call went to voicemail. “Remy, it’s Morgan. I just wanted to
call and check on you. Can you give me a call back? Thank you.”
“Try the shop,” Ethan insisted.
She called Enchanted Treasures and silently cheered when
Remy answered. “Enchanted Treasures, how may I assist you?”
“Remy! Thank goodness you’re okay,” Morgan said.
“Why would you think I’m not okay?”
“I…umm, I don’t know. Everything’s all right at the shop?”
“Same as yesterday. It’s busy with Halloween shoppers hoping
to scoop up the ghost hunting stuff. You’re out of EVP recorders and EMF
readers.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes ma’am, not to mention a whole host of customers would
like to schedule appointments with you, Morgan. I told them to call back next
week. I can arrange to have some equipment brought over for you from my
warehouse.”
“Great. Thank you. I’m sorry I worried you. Do you want to
take some time off? I don’t mind coming into work.”
“We’re fine here,” Remy insisted. “Enjoy the rest of your
time with Ethan. I know it’s important.” A cellphone played Concrete Blonde’s
“Bloodletting” in the background. “That’s Eve calling. She’s doing some
research for me on a future project for the show. I need to answer it, okay?”
“Of course,” Morgan said. “Take care.”
Ethan took the phone from her as she closed it. “You need a
better phone,” he said, looking at what some people might call a dumb-phone
since hers didn’t have internet capabilities or apps.
“You Maddox boys have a strange fascination with phones. It
works fine,” she remarked.
“Yes, but if you join your phone to my network, we can get a
good deal.”
“I’ll think about it. This is my most affordable option for
home and I have a business line at the store.”
“When’s your phone plan up?”
“Not for another five months. I made changes on the plan
last April.”
“Just after you got pissed at me,” he commented.
“It had nothing to do with you. I know you thought I was
blocking your messages, but I had to cut back on certain expenses. Texting,
playing games and reading email on an itty-bitty screen weren’t necessary.”
“That’s another reason we should sit down with Alex. You
need to learn to handle business expenses without having to compromise.”
“I’ve no objections,” Morgan stated.
Morgan took her phone back and set it aside. “I’m going to
take a shower. Be back in a few minutes.”
Taking her clothes, a pair of red panties and a lacy bra to
the bathroom with her, she noticed that the shower was wet. Ethan must have
already showered before going to make her breakfast tray. It was wonderfully
sweet of him to take care of her the way he did.
She set her clothes on the countertop, turned on the shower
and relieved herself while the water warmed up.
The hot shower felt divine, especially on her backside.
There were a couple of pink handprints on her ass that felt as if she’d been
stung by a bee, but for the most part they really didn’t hurt. Clean again, she
stepped out of the shower, grabbed a warm towel to dry herself off and brushed
her teeth.
About twenty minutes later, her hair was blow dried, makeup
was on and she was dressed. She admittedly preferred skirts and dresses to
jeans, but the pair she’d chosen today was super soft and hugged her ass
nicely. The last thing she did before leaving the bathroom was braid her hair
down the center of her back.
Back in the bedroom, she spotted Ethan sitting in one of the
wingback chairs, staring at her as she walked up to him. He’d donned faded
jeans, a green polo shirt and a casual pair of loafers.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Nothing, I just can’t remember seeing you in jeans. You
look amazing.”
“I do? Thank you.”
Ethan stood, took her hand and guided her to a chair to help
her sit down. Sitting caused her to start a little.
“I was rough on you last night a few times. But never doubt
for a second that you aren’t beautiful to me. Whether you wear skirts or jeans,
you’re lovely. I particularly like that I can see your face now.”
“I never really thought of myself as pretty until you looked
at me, Ethan.”
“I’m not the only man who’s noticed. My brothers, Alex, Ryan
and Remy have noticed.”
“Remy’s harmless and Alex and Ryan are gay.”
“True, but they know a beautiful woman when they see one.
Alex has dated his share of women before. It wouldn’t surprise me if Ryan did
too. Why do you think I kept an eye on you at Dallas and Grace’s wedding over
the summer and at my brother and Cassie’s? Those football players noticed you,
Morgan.”
Morgan thought back to Dallas and Grace McKay’s wedding.
It’d been a lovely summer wedding with more bridesmaids and groomsmen than
she’d ever seen in a wedding party. The groomsmen had primarily been Alexandria
Griffins pro football players and Dallas’ adopted brothers and his uncle.
He’d also included his biological parents in the wedding
ceremony and his half siblings. Dallas had been legally adopted by the McKays
when he was a boy. He adored his adoptive parents as much as his biological
mother and father.
But the football players, wow, it should be considered an
injustice how many good-looking athletes represented a team in Virginia!
Especially the linebacker who’d become one of Dallas McKay’s best friends after
performing in Cassie’s telethon back in April.
“Morgan, come back to me,” Ethan commanded, waving his hand
in front of her face. “Where’d you go?”
“I was thinking about the McKay wedding. I should give Grace
a call. We haven’t talked since she and Dallas came up for Cassie and Phalen’s
wedding.”
“You were thinking of more than Dallas and Grace. Who was
it? The quarterback? He’s a player and I’m not referring to football.”
“Nope,” Morgan said, testing Ethan a little. “The big one,
the linebacker, his name’s Trevor, but they call him Hazard.”
“Are you asking for trouble?”
“No. I love you. That doesn’t mean I’m blind to the fact
that Trevor Osbourne or Kyran Black are as hot as you.” Ethan was about to say something,
but Morgan leaned toward him and set her finger over his mouth.
“What loving you means is that no matter who else is out
there, you are my man, Ethan Maddox. I’m proud to be yours. Please know that I
will never look at them the way I look at you.”
Hoping her eyes reflected the love she truly felt for him,
she cupped his handsome face and brought him close for a kiss. Their mouths
met, his lips were firm yet soft and warm.
Ethan drew back slightly. “Keep that up and we’ll never get
out of this bedroom.”
“Sorry, lover, if you tried to make love to me, I’d say no.
I can’t, too sore,” she admitted.
“I gotcha,” he said, moving himself around to find a pair of
socks in her suitcase and her boots to assist her in putting them on. “I will
try to keep my cock in check for the rest of the day. But later tonight, you’re
going to answer for last night.”