Chapter Seven
Davis saw her uncertainty, her mistrust. Hannah was a clever woman with good instincts. He kept his smile in place as he walked to her closet. He found her duty belt, sans pistol, hanging on a hook on the back of the closet door. He guessed she kept her gun close, in her nightstand drawer in case of intruders. But she had never reckoned on inviting one inside.
He pulled out her handcuffs and key. Her headboard was made of vertical wooden slats, perfect for binding.
“You know it’s illegal to mess with a deputy’s duty belt,” she said when he turned back towards her.
“Perhaps you should arrest me then.”
He strode back to the bed then sat on the mattress edge. He let his gaze travel over her skin, flushed pink in arousal. Delicious. He reached above her, weaving the cuffs between the slats.
“Now be a good girl and put your hands above your head.”
She hesitated. He lowered down and sucked one of her nipples between his teeth, giving it a light pinch. She gasped and her thighs opened in invitation.
“If you’d like more, I suggest you do as I ask,” he said while braced over her.
“I, uh, haven’t tried bondage, and I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with it tonight,” she countered, smoothing her hands over his shoulders. “Besides, I like touching you.”
He bit his bottom lip, her hesitance familiar and easily overcome. He simply had to make himself more human to her.
“Then how about you keep the handcuff key in your hand? You’ll be in complete control, and can release yourself at any time. Be brave, Deputy Stephens.” He nipped the side of her neck and she sucked in a hard breath. “I’m an investor from London,” he whispered against her ear. “My first kiss was stolen from Elisabeth Rhodes at her eighth birthday party. I was briefly in love with her after that.” He nuzzled the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet vanilla aroma mixed with the honeyed scent of feminine arousal. “I play squash on the weekends with my mates, and they can tell you I’m a terrible loser.” He pushed back from her and studied her face. “Now, do I really seem that dangerous?”
He met her gaze again. She wrinkled her nose in the most adorable way then grinned. “Dangerous? No,” she said. “I’m overly cautious, it’s part of the job description.”
But then she placed her trembling hands over her head. He snapped the cuffs closed, using the key to lock them in place. He placed a kiss on her lips as he dropped the key into her palm.
“You shall be richly rewarded for your trust in me, love.”
This could be the most difficult part of his seduction trap, immobilizing a wary lover, but now he could have her at his leisure. He rose from the bed and walked to his gym bag. He squatted down and unzipped it.
“What are you doing?” Hannah asked. He heard her jerk at the handcuffs. If she chose to back out now, it was already too late.
He pulled out a box of condoms, then dug deeper until he found what else he needed. He returned to the bed, set the condoms on the nightstand, and held up a necktie.
“Now comes the best part, love. Your absolute submission.”
She struggled more earnestly against the handcuffs. The handcuff key appeared between her fingers. “I’ve never done this sort of thing before,” she said, pulling back when he approached her face with the tie.
He wasn’t surprised at her admission. “Relax, you’ll find it quite enjoyable.”
He reached down, between her thighs, and stroked a finger within her sex. She was slick with arousal, and she jerked as he pressed her clit. He leaned in close to her ear.
“Be brave, Hannah. As I promised this morning, I’ll make you orgasm in any way you desire. With my hands, my tongue, or my cock, it’s your choice, now choose.”
He teased her clit with light circles until her breaths came in short pants.
She arched her back. “Tongue. Please, Davis, eat me out.”
“Mmm, my pleasure. But first, the blindfold.”
She nodded, and he carefully wrapped the necktie around her eyes. But he had one last item he needed to retrieve. He left the bed and reached into the bottom of the gym bag, withdrawing his knife. He unsheathed it and stared at its silvery blade.
“What are you doing?” Hannah asked, looking in his direction, the blindfold making it impossible to know what would be coming.
He returned and quietly placed the knife on the nightstand next to the condom box.
“Nothing to worry about, love,” he said.
He crawled over her thighs, and lifted her legs over his shoulders. Her pussy glistened wet in the lamplight, making his mouth water. Suddenly famished, he dove down, taking her fully in his mouth.
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Hannah cried out in sheer ecstasy as his tongue drove into her pussy. Though she’d resisted the idea of bondage, she had to admit it pushed the eroticism to unexpected heights. She was a damn good deputy with damn good instincts, but she couldn’t fall into the trap of distrusting every man she met. So she reveled in pushing against her own boundaries, she loved the thrill of playing with fire. The world was dark, the handcuffs left her immobile, and the only thing she could do was feel. Feel his tongue stroking through her lips, diving deep within her walls before slipping up to tease her clit. Feel his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs. Feel the slight rasp of his evening beard growth against her sensitive skin. God, had anything ever felt this incredible?
She pushed into his mouth, rubbing against his face. He hummed, a tickling vibration she’d never experienced before that drove her to madness. He pressed his lips against her clit and shook his head, and in a burst of light her world shattered. She screamed with the climax, and as she came he shoved two fingers inside her. The unexpected penetration hurt, but the incredible waves of pleasure blended seamlessly with the pain.
“You’ll never be able to take me in this tight, love.” His voice sounded ragged, overused. “Open up for me.”
She let her trembling thighs fall apart, and he worked his fingers inside of her, stretching her, until he slid a third finger inside. The fullness was uncomfortable, but she craved it and so much more.
“That’s it, good girl,” he said. “Now, I think you’re ready.”
In her blindfolded darkness she heard him take the box of condoms, open it, then she heard the tearing of foil. An erotic backdrop to her expectation. He nestled his hips between her thighs, and his hand moved between them. She felt the tip of his cock pressing into her sex.
“On the count of three. One.”
He shoved the tip in, and she gasped, her tight flesh momentarily resisting him. She clamped her teeth together in frustration. He kissed her, his hands finding hers, their fingers weaving together. She felt his smile on her lips.
“Relax. Ah, that’s a girl, now, two.” He thrust forward, stretching and filling her completely. She jerked in equal parts delight and pain. He gave her a moment to adjust.
“What happened to three?” she asked.
He circled his hips, and hot shocks of pleasure shot through her. “This is three, love. How do you like it?”
She could only answer in groans and gasps as he started a slow rhythm that soon gave way to hard thrusts which lifted her hips from the bed. She couldn’t catch her breath as he pushed her higher. She clung to the brink of oblivion.
Then he pulled out. She hissed in frustration until she felt his tongue on her clit. A rapid flick and she broke. The orgasm took her whole body as he reentered her, pounding into her, driving those shockwaves of pleasure to the tips of her toes. He bucked hard and called out, pumping his hips until he collapsed, bracing his weight on his elbows.
They were slick with sweat, their ragged breaths mingling together. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, look into his face and see if she’d affected him as much as he’d just affected her. She realized in a moment of shock that her hand was empty, the handcuff key gone.
“I’ve lost the key, do you see it?” she whispered.
Davis let out a hard breath and pushed back, his cock falling out, leaving her empty. She felt the edge of the bed shift; he’d sat down next to her.
“Do you see the key? I want free,” she repeated louder.
“Fuck.”
She frowned. “What’s wrong?”
“Fuck.” The bed shifted again as he stood up.
He pulled the pillow from beneath her head, then she heard a clink against the top of her nightstand.
Unease crept through her, replacing the warm and fuzzy afterglow.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. Why wasn’t he looking for the key? It had to be close by.
She heard him moving about. Something brushed against her throat and she flinched. It was his lips, the handcuffs gave way, then he pulled the blindfold from her eyes.
“It had fallen on the floor,” he said.
She blinked against the glare of the lamplight then focused on his eyes. Their cold blue had given way to a twinkling life she hadn’t seen before. His smile shone within them. He kissed her again, and she felt a shifting of her heart. Against her better judgment, she’d allowed him inside it.