“I’m in here,” she called from her bedroom. Her voice had that ring to it. She wanted to do more than chat.
My eyebrow lifted at her tone as I rounded the corner into her room.
There she stood in a short strapless red leather dress, black mask, and beret. She held a red collar and cuffs in one hand while the other rested on her hip.
“Whoa, Max… you get a dog?” I asked, folding my arms and leaning against the door frame, eyeing the collar with my brow lifted and a stupid grin tugging at the corner of my mouth.
She smirked, then stepped in close. “No, silly, these are for you.”
“I’m not the one who wears the cuffs… I put them on… you know that, pretty girl.”
“Tonight it’s your turn.” She slid the first leather cuff around my wrist.
Shit.“No, Max, I have to work.”
“It won’t take long,” she said, seduction flooding her eyes as she secured the second cuff. “Here—” Maggie handed me a glass of wine. “To help you relax.”
“I can’t. I’m on duty. I gotta work tonight.” I set the glass down on her end table. “Besides, what about Hunter?”
Something shuttered behind her eyes. Fast, like a light switching off. “What about him? He’ll join us soon enough. I just wanted to get you all ready for the show.”
“The show?” I scanned the room. “Why are you acting weird? You know you don’t have to play these games with me. Just call me and I’ll be here. But right now, Nettles is riding my ass to patrol the streets during game tonight. So as much as I’d love to have you work out the raging hard-on you’re giving me right now, princess, I need to get back to work.”
Maggie let out a sigh and dragged her hand down my chest and to my utility belt, where she gripped it tugging me to her. “When do you get done?”
My gaze shifted to the clock on her nightstand. 11:47.
Dammit.“Not for another six hours,” I breathed as she palmed my dick through my pants.
“Call in sick,” she whispered.
“Max—”
“Tell him you need to take a break.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to mine. “It doesn’t have to take long.”
Every instinct screamed at me to bend her over and fuck her, just to burn it out of my system. She wasn’t wrong—a few hard pumps and I could be on my way. But I couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t turn her into nothing more than a wet spot on the sheets.
“Please,” she whispered, her teeth grazing my earlobe.
I let out a ragged breath as my cock went from hard to excruciating, straining at my zipper, one touch away from ripping the seams.
Maggie placed soft kisses down my neck and unbuttoned my uniform.
With a groan that was half frustration, half restraint, I keyed up my shoulder mic. “I’m taking my twenty.”
In an instant, an excited smile spread across her face, and her eyes filled with the desire I was addicted to. She kissed me hard and shoved me back onto the bed. There was no hesitation as she stripped me. She held the wine to my lips and I took a sip this time, our gaze still locked.
Without a second thought, she chained the two leather cuffs on my wrists to the bed and buckled the collar around my neck. The leash came next. I was completely at her mercy.
Maggie gripped the leash with a wicked smile curving her lips as she gave it a small tug. She reached with her free hand and wrapped it around my aching cock. It pulsed at her touch. She kissed me again, swallowing my groan as she stroked me, her fingers playing over my head, her thumb finding the hypersensitive ridge where my foreskin met the tip, knowing exactly how to unravel me. Then she broke the kiss and trailed her lips down my body. Her tongue was a velvet heat, swirling with just the right amount of pressure. The restraint was both torment and relief. The only thing I could do was feel—for once—and it was perfect.
I watched her as she found her rhythm, her headbobbing as she took me deeper, the leash still clutched in her other hand like reins. Then the pleasure built in my thighs, the pressure throbbing at the base of my spine, a tight coil of heat. I pulled against the restraints, my hips arching off the bed, a desperate instinctive motion. She hummed around me, the vibration shooting through my entire body.
“Fuuucccck, Max. I’m gonna come!” I said, a raw groan tearing from my throat as my cock surged into her mouth. She didn’t stop. She never did. She loved milking every drop until I was a panting, sweaty, trembling mess, completely undone by her.
“Mmm… you’re such a good boy,” she purred, her lips hovering just over mine.
Before she could kiss me, her body went slack. She slumped against me.
