Cuffed & Collared (25 page)
He wasn’t the only one turned-on by her control. She was wet against his leg where her body still straddled his and her breath came fast and hard over the small of his back. This mild invasion wasn’t the end game, of course. She wanted to fuck him. And when she pulled her two fingers out, he knew the time had come.
As Regan moved to the edge of the bed, Kyle opened his eyes to slits in order to watch her. His eyes widened for a second as she pulled a strap-on out of the bag she had brought. Although the fake cock was no bigger than Kyle himself, he figured it was going to hurt some going in. Her preparation would help, but it wouldn’t be enough. If he could stand the pain and allow himself to enjoy the stimulation, she would have truly conquered him.
She fitted the foreign devise between her legs, strapping it around her thighs. She looked surprisingly hot to him, given that he viewed himself as being firmly straight. Still, the fake cock added a dimension to the power emanating from her. There was a stubbly flap that hovered around her clit, guaranteeing she’d get some direct stimulation while she fucked him. She pushed it against her slit briefly, and her eyes closed in obvious delight. When she opened them again, he gave her a knowing smile, trying to hide any trepidation he felt.
“Close your eyes, boy-o.”
It took a couple of seconds before he complied, a small war having raged inside him. On the one hand he wanted to obey and give himself up to her completely. On the other, he really wanted to keep track of where that dildo was. Once his eyes were shut, she ran through an abbreviated version of her previous foreplay. He relaxed and adjusted more quickly this time to the mild invasion, until a much larger, bluntness pressed against his hole. The dildo remained in place, just outside, not pressing. She was giving him a moment to say the word that would make her stop. Well, he was not going to say it, and before he could talk himself out of it, he pushed back.
The head of the dildo slipped in with that little bit of help. He grunted and started to rear up at the painful intrusion. Shit, no amount of prep could have made him ready for this. His hole convulsed against the dildo, while his hips rocked in an automatic effort to evade the thing. Regan pressed down with her hands at his waist forcing him to be still.
“Easy there, boy-o. I don’t want you to accidentally take more before you’re ready. You’re my responsibility, and I’m not going to hurt you or let you hurt yourself.”
Kyle forced himself to lie still, his breath coming in harsh pants. “Yes, Mistress. Sorry. I know you’ll make this good for me.”
“I will. I promise. Now rock with me, Kyle,” she said as she began a slow rhythm of pushing and retreating. “Hump the bed in time with my thrusts.”
He couldn’t find fault with that plan. His cock wept with the need for release and hadn’t softened even with the discomfort of the dildo. He complied with her command, matching her strokes, increasing the speed when she did.
With each push forward, the dildo gained greater entrance to his body, stretching him with an alien fullness that never quite stopped being uncomfortable. But his mistress was enjoying this claiming of his body, so he reveled in his acceptance. She moaned above him, as her orgasm clearly built. Her knees squeezed his legs from the outside, trapping him beneath her.
Soon, she was truly fucking him, stroking them both to climax. The dildo hit his prostate even harder and better than her finger had, while the sheet beneath him coaxed his cock. He grunted and groaned in encouragement. Her increasing cries told him she was with him. They were one person, surging forward and back in a blind race to ecstasy.
“Oh, oh, God. That’s it, Kyle, stay with me. Stay with me,” Regan cried out.
He was mindless, reaching for the top. It was there, just there. He had it. The explosion ripped through him. He bucked up as Regan pumped furiously, digging her fingers into his flesh, grinding her hips against his ass. Kyle shuddered, and his cries echoed hers. His fingers clawed at the sheet. And when the last ripple went through him, she collapsed on top of him, her lovely weight a testament to how much he’d pleased his mistress.
Later, once she’d cleaned them both up and hugged Kyle close as they lay entwined in each other’s arms, he could see the question in her eyes.
“I’m fine,” he assured her. When she looked back at him skeptically, he wiggled his ass a bit. “Okay, I’m a little sore, but the force of the orgasm was worth it.” He kissed her temple. “And, it made you happy, so it makes me happy, too.”
“I thought you might safeword for a minute there.”
Kyle chuckled. “No way. I’m all yours, Mistress Regan. I know you’ll take good care of me always.” He hesitated a second. “I love you.”
Regan’s breath caught. She’d thought she’d never hear a man say those words to her and had convinced herself she didn’t need to hear them. A smile spread across her face as she pulled him tight. “You’re mine, and I love you, too.”
About the Author
I'm a corporate lawyer, happily married for over twenty years with three kids and four dogs. No white picket fence, but we do live in the burbs west of Boston. While my husband and I still do occasionally lick chocolate off each other, our more typical evening involves lying in bed once the kids are in theirs and reading separate books. Mine of course are romance. I started reading them as a defense against all those boring legal documents. Once I started, I couldn't stop.
I've also loved erotica since I was old enough to appreciate what sex is. I've been publishing erotic romance since 2009.
Besides my family, writing, and reading, my loves include the sight, smell, and sounds of the ocean (I'm a New England girl through and through), chocolate (naturally), prime rib (bloody), and good bourbon on the rocks.
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Internal Affair
Book Four
Boston’s Brave
by
Samantha Cayto
As the oldest of the Callaghan brothers, Daire picked up the pieces of his family when his parents were murdered. With his brothers grown and out of the house, he is finally able to truly deal with his loss—and his loneliness. But he's out of practice when it comes to dating. Best to bury himself in his new position as police lieutenant.
Parker Li works in internal affairs. Having experienced bad cops, she is determined to weed them out from the inside. Proud of her Chinese heritage and her mission, she refuses to be intimidated by the hostility she encounters on the force. She has also decided to put her personal life on hold, unwilling to settle down with the guy her family has chosen for her.
While investigating a corruptions charge, Parker stumbles upon the Callaghan file. Because she cares about the truth, she reopens the case. Daire is, at first, dubious about the intent of the sexy dynamo who pushes her way into his office and his life. But her dedication to duty wins him over. A stickler for propriety, Parker resists the temptation of the steamy lieutenant with the chip on his shoulder.
The case might be cold, but heat rises as, together, they are forced to face the desire between them as well as the danger of solving the decade-old murders.
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Double the Risk
Book Two
Boston’s Brave
by
Samantha Cayto
After the deaths of his parents and having to raise his younger brother, Detective Ronan Callaghan looks for three things—a good time, his next case, and when time allows, the man who murdered his family. The jury is still out on his new partner, but the hot new medical examiner at the first crime scene they share does it for him hands down.
Diego Nieves hopes his new job in Boston will allow him to shake the painful memories of an on-duty shooting. Haunted by the event, he takes his job seriously and isn’t certain he can work with a cavalier partner. He sure as hell wants to work more closely with the pretty ME standing over his first homicide vic.
Newly free from a long and boring engagement, medical examiner Cassidy Barnes is finally free to cut loose with her sex life. She’s determined to break old patterns and start taking new chances. When two sexy cops catch her eye, she can’t resist either—the charming rogue or the serious romantic.
Just when Ronan and Diego begin to click as partners, their simultaneous relationship with Cassidy pits them as rivals. As each man vies for her attention, Cassidy struggles to choose between them. Solving the case and keeping Cassidy just might mean Ronan and Diego must to learn to work together…in more ways than one.
Prologue
“What are you going to do, Rory?” The fear in his mother’s voice was obvious to Ronan.
“Sheila, my love, don’t worry about it.” His father tried to put his arms around her, a look on his face he only wore when he was about to cajole his wife of more than twenty years.
His mother deftly avoided the hug and moved to the other side of the kitchen. “Don’t tell me not to worry when I can see as plain as day how much
you
are.”
His father sighed heavily and ran his fingers through the head of black hair still thick in his middle-age. “I’m not so much worried as pissed, honestly. I thought better of these men. Hell, I went through the academy with some of them. I thought they were good cops, honest ones. They’re tarnishing the badge,” he added, his voice lifting.
His mother glanced around. “Lower your voice, Rory,” she admonished. “Finn will be home any time now, and Ronan is coming for dinner. I don’t want them to hear any of this.”
Ronan was already home, lacrosse practice having ended early when Bobby McCoy broke his leg. That’s what he got for showing off, not that Ronan would ever say as much out loud. Standing quietly in the hall, he listened to his parents talking, understanding quickly that something was up. He’d seen the tension in his father these last few months every time he came home from college looking for a better meal than they offered up on campus. Perhaps now, he’d understand why.
“Neither do I,” his father said in a quieter voice. “I’ve told them all their lives that being a Boston cop was the best job in the world. I hate to have to tell them there are worms eating at its core.”
“It’s not your fight, or at least not entirely,” his mother amended quickly when his father scowled at her. “Please don’t take this on yourself anymore. You need to tell others. You need to tell James.”
His father’s scowl deepened. “I don’t want to go to James until I have more proof and know who all is involved. He’s up for promotion again, and you know he’s going places, Sheila. I don’t want to put him in a bad spot.”
“You do him a disservice by keeping him in the dark. He’s as good a cop as you and would want to know the truth.”
Running his hand down his face, his father said, “Maybe you’re right. I’ll bring him into the loop soon, I promise.” He opened his arms. “Sweetheart, I don’t want you to worry, though. I’m being careful, and I know what I’m doing. I promise.”
“Oh, Rory.” His mother walked into his father’s arms and hugged him tight. “I can’t stop worrying about you. You know that.”
As his parents stood wrapped in each other’s arms, Ronan stayed still so as not to disturb them. But his mind whirled with what he’d heard. Something bad was going on, and his father was in the thick of it. Whatever it was, it had his mother worried, and now he was worried, too.
Chapter One
The City of Boston clung tenaciously to summer, hot and humid already at six in the morning. It was going to be a scorcher, hitting near ninety, and as early as it was, the sweat had dripped off Ronan Callaghan before he’d gone more than a block. That was New England weather. It could be as cold as Montana and as steamy as Florida. Given that it was early September, the heat and humidity weren’t a complete surprise.
Ronan didn’t care or even notice that his T-shirt was plastered to his torso as he turned into the last block of his morning run. The college students were back in class so he wasn’t the only one huffing his way down the sidewalk. He didn’t mind that, either. When he’d finally moved out of the family home for good, he’d deliberately picked the Brighton area to be near his alma mater, Boston College, and its student body.
After his parents’ murder, he’d been forced to return home and commute, having tasted college living for only one semester. That’s what he got for deferring college until January. Someone had to look out for his kid brother, Finn, and with his older brother, Daire, working full time as a new cop, that someone had been Ronan.
He hadn’t minded, not really. He’d done it without even being asked. Sure, a fourteen-year-old boy was a major pain in anyone’s ass. One who was also mourning the brutal loss of his parents, even more so. It had been tough keeping tabs on the kid, making sure he got to school on time, did his homework, and cleaned his room, everything Ronan had loathed to do himself at that age and older. All this was while dealing with his own grief and anger and trying to adjust to being a college student and young adult with the angst that entailed. There hadn’t been time anymore to go to parties or just hang out with other students after class. There was laundry to do and dinner to fix. The weekends had been filled with house cleaning and food shopping.
Yeah, Ronan had become the “mom” of the house, filling his mother’s shoes to the best of his ability and always feeling as if he’d fallen short. One day he’d been lecturing Finn about missing dinner and not calling, and suddenly he wondered when in the holy hell he’d grown his mother’s forefinger. The one she’d shaken countless times in front of his face. Still, he’d done it all because he was a Callaghan and Callaghans always took care of their own.
Those days were past him. He’d graduated from college and the police academy. He wasn’t merely a cop but a detective, and knowing he followed his brother up the ranks, the way Callaghans had always done, filled him with pride. Finn didn’t need him anymore, hadn’t for years really. Finn had put on the badge months ago, and even had an undercover assignment under his belt, plumping up his file. And his brother was making a home of his own, living with another cop and raising a teenage boy to boot.