Page 53 of In His Cuffs

He removed her from the stool and bent her over it. Their height difference was a slight challenge. “Feet together and stand on your toes.” He knew that would make the fit even tighter, and he relished it.

David spread his legs wide and parted her buttocks with his palms.

“Sir is so hot,” she murmured.

“Sub is slick.” He surged up into her welcoming heat. Once he was balls-deep, he reached around to fondle her nipples.

“I’m not going to last long, Mr Tomlinson.” She constricted her muscles hard enough that he slid out of her.

“You are so fucking responsive, Maggie. I’m going to keep you cuffed to my bed.”

“Promises, promises,” she retorted.

He repositioned himself so he could slip back inside her. Consumed by heat and lust, he rocked his pelvis. His engorged cock throbbed with demand. He thrust and she gasped, urging him on.

This woman matched his sexual desire and clouded his brain. Nothing with her went as he thought it would. Possession was the only thing on his mind.

She milked the ejaculate from his cock in less time than it had taken him to come as a teenager.

Replete, breathless, he eased out of her then turned her to face him. He feathered back hair from her face. Then he did something that would have been uncharacteristic with any other submissive. He kissed her. The gentle brush was insufficient. Holding her imprisoned, he licked across her lower lip then said, “Open for me.”

She was softness and surrender as she leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He tasted the white wine. With his mouth and hands on her, he tried to convey the feelings he couldn’t otherwise express. She was different from any woman he’d ever had. She challenged him, she pissed him off. And he would claim her.

She met his tongue parry for parry. Then she deepened the kiss, driving into his mouth. While he’d intended to be the one to send a message, she was the one who succeeded. She’d submit to him because she chose to, and never because he demanded it.

That made him respect her even more.

Maggie was so right for him.

With great reluctance, knowing they both needed to breathe and he had to discard the condom, he dragged himself away from her.

“Well, wow, Mr Tomlinson.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” He grabbed up his pants and said, “Be right with you.”

When he returned, she had settled herself on the stool again. Her shoulders were back, giving him a beautiful view of her breasts and erect nipples. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and she held a wineglass, appearing at ease.

“Sex and a submissive mindset seem to agree with you.”

She lowered her gaze to the countertop.

“Don’t be ashamed of that. It pleases me more than you know.” He topped off her glass.

“I could get accustomed to being spoilt like this.”

“So you should. I suspect you’ve been solving the world’s problems for a few years.”

“My own, at least. My dad passed when I was young.”

“And you took care of yourself.” It wasn’t a question. He’d seen the way she interacted with Gloria. The other woman was brilliant in her way, but he suspected she’d been hands-off as a parent. In fact, Maggie seemed more nurturing than her mother was.

“It wasn’t all bad,” Maggie said. “I learnt how to be independent and think for myself.”

He prepared the salad then tossed the steaks on the grill to a rewarding hiss and sizzle.

“Can I help set the table?” she asked when he came back inside.

“Plates are there.” He pointed to a cupboard. “Silverware is over there. Placemats and napkins are in that drawer.”

“Fancy.”

“We’ll be dining al fresco.”

She opened her mouth.

“Save your breath for an argument you can win,” he urged. “The weather is beautiful and the deck is private. No one will see you.”

She closed her mouth again. Mutely she worked around him, gathering items and making a few trips outside.

“If you weren’t so stubborn, we could enjoy working together,” he said.

“You’re the one who makes the rules wherever we are, Mr Tomlinson.”

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