Cuff Master (42 page)

If Morgan wanted him to chain himself up to that chair, he’d
do it. If she chose to be cuffed to the table, he’d make sure she enjoyed the
brush of feather-whips, paint brushes and edible body paint.

Whatever fantasy scene Morgan wanted, he would do. But this
first time as husband and wife was his to create.

Overhead lights were off and red candles set strategically
about the room flickered. Blood-red long-stemmed roses were everywhere, in
vases, on tables, on the windowsills and all over the king-sized bed.

“Morgan, honey, on the bed is a box. Take it to the bathroom
and prepare yourself for me.”

“Will you kiss me first?”

“You know what you must do for that to happen.”

Morgan inclined her head submissively, reached up and began
unraveling her crown. Slowly, she let it fall. When she was done, she reached
behind herself, wiggled around and her wedding dress slid to the floor.

She wore only a pretty off-white teddy and panties beneath.
The panties joined the dress. She stepped out of her shoes, shrugged out of the
teddy and stood there.

“May I present myself to you as my offering, Master?” Morgan
requested, falling gracefully to her knees before him, parting her thighs wide
and revealing that her quim was completely nude.

“Morgan, holy fuck, you’re hot.” Damn, she was smoking hot
and irresistible. Reminding himself to be careful with her, he touched his hand
to her chin and tilted her head back. “I love you, sub. Your offering is
accepted.”

“I didn’t orgasm,” she objected.

“You will be soon enough. You will. Stand and take your
kiss.”

Bringing her to her feet, he wrapped his arms around her,
loving that he could hold her with the strength she needed and deserved.
Morgan’s mouth covered his, her tongue slipped inside and twirled, teasing him
mercilessly.

When she had her fill, he let her step back. “The box,” he
reminded.

Morgan went to the bed, took her gift and went into the
bathroom. Ethan had about five minutes to get ready.

Rushing to the bondage table and opening a drawer, he took
out the vampire cape and fangs he’d purchased in October. He donned the cape
and put in the fangs, silently glad that they weren’t plastic. The teeth fitted
like caps over his incisors, lengthening them to be more realistic.

He’d debated getting a black wig, but that wasn’t him. Morgan
had a thing for vampires. She’d have to accept a short-haired blond one.

Five minutes later, Morgan stepped out of the bathroom.
Ethan’s heart went pitter-pat.

His sweet little submissive wore a white shoulder-to-floor
negligee that could almost be virginal, except it was so sheer that he could
see her bare quim and pert breasts. Her breasts were already bigger, swelling
in preparation for nursing their child.

Her hair was long. Her earrings were off. Thankfully, she
wouldn’t miss them for long.

“Is that what you bought from the Halloween store?” she
asked with a cute little hitch to her voice.

“Yes, do you like the look?” He smiled, revealing his fangs.
He hoped to God he didn’t sound or look ridiculous.

Morgan laughed. “I love it. I am imagining all sorts of ways
to enjoy that cape.”

“Tsk, tsk, wife of mine. First, you must step into my lair.”
Holding his hand out, he waited for her to accept.

Boldly, she came toward him on bare feet. She was so damn
pretty.

Morgan’s chocolate-brown eyes leveled on his groin. His
erection got impossibly heavier. “My, my, Master, you’ve got a hard-on. It’s so
big and tempting. Would you like me to take care of it for you?”

“Later you can suck me off, Mrs. Maddox.”

Ethan took her hand, drew it to his lips and kissed her.
Sweeping her up against him, he brushed her hair away from her neck, exposing
the vulnerable slope of her throat.

Teasingly, he nibbled all along her chin and jaw, skimming
her throat. Morgan hissed and bucked, apparently loving whenever he used fangs
on her delicate skin. He bit harder, leaving a mark when he sucked on her
pulse.

Working his way up to her earlobe, he nipped her, releasing
her to speak softly but firmly. “Now that you’re my wife, know that I’ll never
let you down, never disappoint you or go to bed angry. Can’t promise I won’t
make mistakes, but I will be the best husband to you.”

“I can only promise the same thing. I’m honored to be your
wife.”

“You’re feeling all right? The baby’s okay?”

“I’m feeling wonderfully horny and can’t wait to fuck.
Before we leave on our honeymoon, I want to see my OB-GYN and begin prenatal
vitamins.”

“We’ll do that Monday. Where would you like to go? I’ve got
two weeks before reporting to desk duty.”

“We could drive up to Vermont and enjoy the mountains.”

“Vermont sounds perfect,” Ethan agreed. “We’d have to stop
in at Ben and Jerry’s.”

“Considering its late fall, it might be difficult to get a
room. If we don’t leave for a few days, that’s okay. We can always stay here.”

It was Friday. They had the weekend in their private
honeymoon dungeon. A few more days at Druid Creek Castle were perfectly fine
with Ethan.

“Sounds perfect,” he said, pressing his mouth to Morgan’s.

French kissing took some adjustment due to the vampire
teeth, but they managed it and she got wild from it. She even licked the fangs.
Damn, now that was sexy right there.

Easing back a little, Ethan kept her close and kissed his
way to her pulse, playfully clamping down to keep her from pulling away. From
the jacket of his coat, he took out a packet of edible cinnamon body oil,
squeezing it until it popped open and oil spilled down her throat at the point
of his bite.

Sneaking his knee between her thighs, he used the pressure
of his leg and the silken glide of her negligee to work her bare pussy.

“Oh god, oh Master, coming, I’m coming,” Morgan murmured,
humping him and getting off on it without much more than a bite, clitoral
contact and fake vampire teeth.

Licking away the oil, Ethan loved the taste of Morgan’s skin
and cinnamon. “How does it feel to come for your vampire lover?”

“Amazing, surreal, tempting,” she answered.

“Then you’ve earned your wedding gift, gorgeous.”

“I thought Guinness was my gift. Where is he? I should have
said good night.”

“Alex and Ryan are taking care of him over the weekend.
Phalen’s got it covered the rest of the time we’re away.”

“Can we walk him tomorrow? I want to reassure him that we’re
coming home.”

“We can do that. Stay with me, sub, please.”

“Sorry. Yes, I’d like to see the gift. Thank you, Master.”

Ethan drew back, looking down at his beautiful bride. She
was flushed and aroused and one hundred percent his. He stuck his hand in his
jacket pocket and drew out her gift.

“I made these for you while recovering. I had something else
in mind, but the idea of piercing your nipples lost its appeal when I knew you
were having a baby.”

Morgan frowned. “You knew?”

“Don’t fret, honey. Ma told me. You sent her to me and she
sent me back to you and our child. Even if she hadn’t, I’d have figured it out.
Morning sickness, pregnancy test kits in the bathroom closet, sleeping a lot
and no period or calls for me to pick up tampons for you.”

“I’m so glad you’re happy about the baby,” she said,
flinging herself into his arms. “Thank you. I love you so much.”

“I love you. Will you accept my collar, Morgan Maddox?”
Offering the box, he opened it for her, revealing earrings made from two sets
of finger-sized handcuffs.

“These are beautiful! Yes, yes, I will wear your collar,
Ethan Maddox. Every day, I will wear these.” Ethan took them from the box,
tossed the packaging and gestured for her to lift her hair off her neck.

“The cool part is they work,” he told her. “It’s amazing
what you can’t do when your thumbs are cuffed together. Imagine the
possibilities.”

“You are the Master of cuffs,” Morgan said. “It’s only fair
that my collar reflects our love of bondage. I do love it, you know? When you
had me bound to that table, I was in heaven.”

“Then I’ll bind you to it later.”

Placing first the right earring, then the left gently in her
ears, he stared down at the woman he loved. She lowered her hands, letting her
hair fall around her face and shoulders. The earrings were made of silver and
gleamed prettily, dangling right to her jaw.

She was beautiful, his everything, his reason for being.

“Thank you for collaring me and for this lovely day, Ethan,”
she said again. “Now how about you put those silly teeth to good use on my
pussy?”

“Getting bossy with me?”

“Only when you pussy-foot around and I’ve got an orgasm with
your name on it.”

“My wife wants an orgasm. It’s up to me, her husband, to
give her one.”

Ethan took Morgan into his keeping, picking her up with
ease. He hesitated once when his healing leg felt a little stiff. Other than
that, he had no problem carrying her to the rose-covered bed made up with black
sheets and pillows.

Brushing the roses aside before laying her upon them and
risking the thorns pricking her tender skin, he lowered himself on top of her.
Their mouths fused, their arms entwined.

With vampire teeth and clever manipulation of her negligee
and cinnamon-flavored oil drizzled all over her throat and chest, Ethan licked
and nibbled at her luscious, vibrant skin and tender nipples, slowly making his
way to her pussy as she’d demanded.

“I love that you’re bare,” he murmured, rubbing his face
against her, finding her precious and beautiful and tempting. Hell, he just
wanted to eat her up. So he did.

Morgan bucked and cried out each time he fanged her clit.
Squeezing out the last of the oil all over her nude quim and tossing the
package, he sucked it from her intimate lips, drank it from her slit.

Taking his time to work her right, he made her shout his
name as he nibbled and sucked her clit right into orgasm. He gave her another
by fucking her with his tongue, yet another with his fingers.

Not until she was hoarse from shouting, “Fuck me, Master
Ethan, please, please!” did he stop.

Without haste, he sat up, stripped and worked on getting her
naked. The damn negligee got stuck briefly, so he tore it off her. Finally, he
crawled up his wife’s body, finding her lovely and stunning.

There was never any doubt that she loved him. He saw it
whenever he looked into her beautiful eyes or saw her smile. He loved her just
the same and was honored to know she wore his ring and his collar. Even now, the
small handcuffs dangled, catching the flickering candle light.

“Make love to me, Ethan. Make me your wife in every way,”
she begged.

“Take me into you, my love.” Kissing her kiss-swollen mouth,
he parted her thighs and shifted himself into place.

Morgan’s hand sneaked between their bodies, finding his cock
to stroke him rhythmically, expertly, her manicured fingernails teasing his
helmet. When she was ready, she took his cock head into her body, welcoming him
home.

Sealing their marriage with another French kiss and deep
thrust, Ethan gave a silent halleluiah for having this right for the next, oh,
eighty years.

Deliberately thrusting deep, he felt Morgan’s pussy grip him
in orgasmic spasms, the snugness and massaging driving him crazy. Ethan
growled, setting up a pace that took them both to the heavens and beyond.

They had an entire night to make love and use the devious
devices he’d brought to their suite for the weekend. Come midnight, he planned
to send his wife into subspace. As her Master, he’d join her on the trip.

When she came back down, he’d make love to her again,
reminding her with every touch and kiss that he’d never tire of loving her.

He may not be a real vampire, but their love was eternal.
The baby growing inside her was proof that life continued and miracles really
did happen every day.

About Frances Stockton

My love for storytelling began when I created my first
fictional characters in kindergarten, convincing my family and friends that Red
Henry and Green Henry were identical twin brothers in my school. They were
mischievous, rarely did their homework, and even had girlfriends! Years later,
I started to write, completing my first manuscript in middle school. I confess
the heroine was a cross between a contemporary Laura Ingalls Wilder and Nancy
Drew, who’d been dating one of the Hardy Boys, but when I wrote
“
the end
”
I’d known
I had more stories to tell. Of course, life intervened, but whether I was in
high school, working as a Veterinary Technician, earning a degree in
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istory and
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ducation
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or
teaching, I was always writing and reading romances.

Finally, I met and married my hero and moved to New England.
Shortly after, I joined RWA and the New England Chapter and have been writing
faithfully ever since. Now I am proud to be an author with Ellora’s Cave
Publishing.

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Cuff Master

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