CHAPTER FORTY-SIX Ginger
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Ginger
“ S hit ,” I mutter, smacking my shin as I drop my purse on Cole’s front bench just after midnight.
I straighten up and listen out for him. The house is dark, but I hear the telltale sign he’s home before me: water running. I make my way through the house and set my phone down on the counter, his last message still glaring up at me.
HUSBAND
I’m home and you’re neither here nor naked.
In my defense I had to wait for Nash and CeCe to come back from whatever it was that they were doing. Okay, I know what they were doing but, still, I had no choice. Nash was my ride home after one too many sangrias, so I quickly run to my room, determined to make it up to Cole for being late.
I pull out a flimsy black lace lingerie set that would make even the most seasoned porn star blush, and put it on while simultaneously freshening up in the bathroom at record speed. By the time the water stops running in Cole’s bathroom, I’m in the middle of my bed, lamp on so he’ll see the light under my door. The two sets of handcuffs I stored away when I moved in are hanging off my first finger, and my legs are slightly tipped open to reveal just enough of the set’s almost-crotchless core.
My heart rate accelerates when Cole comes in through my door, a towel wrapped around his narrow hips, little droplets of water clinging to his muscled chest and shoulders. I practically come at the sight.
It takes him all of three seconds to register me lying there and what I’m holding. He doesn’t even flinch at the scene before him. The fucker just casually raises an eyebrow, looks to the cuffs in my hand, then back to my body. His eyes set me aflame as he takes in the expanse of my skin, adorned in lace and straps, not to mention all the pushing up that’s going on.
“You’re late,” he comments, his voice doing that lower-octave thing it does that sends my blood racing.
“You want to arrest me, Officer?” I ask as a smile plays on my lips. How many sangrias I’ve had tonight must be evident in my voice because Cole smiles coyly back.
“I think so,” he says, pulling the towel from his body and letting it fall to the wooden floor.
My mouth waters at the sight of him in all his hard, inked, naked glory before me. God he’s perfect. His cock bobs, already pointing straight at me.
“Public drunkenness …” He stalks toward me, using his hand to stroke himself.
“Three sangrias … not intoxicated,” I say in a sassy tone, just tipsy enough to make me want him tenfold.
“Theft of an officer’s handcuffs …” he says, crawling onto the bed and pulling me down roughly under him. I yelp as he forces my legs wide and sinks between them, hovering over the top of me, and he groans.
“And this …” His eyes rake over me one more time in the dim light of my room as his finger slides under a strap of my lingerie. He lets it go with a snap and it falls back into place. “Goddamn woman, this should be fucking illegal.”
His lips are on mine before I can think, rendering me dizzy as his tongue plunders my mouth in sweet desperation before he pulls away.
“Fuck …’ I mutter, unable to withstand this kind of torture.
“I’m about to destroy this pretty little number you’re wearing, and then I’m going to fucking devour you, Ginger.” Cole pulls my almost-crotchless thong from my body and tosses it over his shoulder.
His large middle finger skims my already soaking slit, spreading my arousal over my sensitive clit.
“I can’t get enough of you. I’ve been dreaming of how you taste all fucking day,” he says. “So fucking wet, so fucking ready for me.”
The urge to take control washes over me with his words. I catch him off guard by placing my hands on his shoulders and curling my calf around his. I flip him over onto his back, “All the years of self-defense my father made me take just served their purpose.”
He laughs out loud in shock when I land between his legs on top of him, the sound cutting as I kiss him deeply. A smirk plays on his lips as I slide my hand up and secure one end of each set of cuffs to my bedposts.
I sit up as he pops the back of my lace bralette open. The sound of the snap buttons popping fills the air as he pulls it off and tosses it to the floor, leaving me naked. His hands palm my breasts, plucking my nipples, and I almost lose my train of thought.
“What do you think you’re doing with those cuffs, Vixen?” He looks at me through narrowed eyes.
I grin back, pressing my pussy against him. His eyes flutter closed as a deep groan escapes him.
“Do you trust me? Or is authority on the tip of your tongue Sheriff?” I ask him, grinding against his rock-hard cock.
“In this situation? Not a fucking chance, but I don’t use safe words when it comes to sex, Vixen. So do your fucking best,” he answers as I grin.
He asked for it. I take both his hands and pin them, outstretched, to the sides. I wrap one cuff around his wrist and lock it in place. The sound is a warning in the quiet room. I slide a lone finger down his arm.
He lets out a low rumble but doesn’t protest as I lock the second cuff around his other wrist. I kiss him lightly on the lips. The idea of him below me at my mercy courses through my veins and my pussy throbs.
“Good boy … I wouldn’t trust me either,” I whisper as I sit up and grin at him.
“Ginger …” he warns, not looking as sure as he did a minute ago, but it holds no merit. I’m the one in control here.
“Yes, baby?” I ask.
“Where are the keys?” he says, realizing the power he’s just turned over to me.
“Right there in the bedside table, safe and sound,” I tell him. “See, Cole, I’m the one in charge …”
I slide down him as he lets out a tortured groan. I run my tongue over every crevice of his freshly washed skin, his cock hard and inescapable against me.
“Fuck,” he growls as I kneel between his thighs and my hot mouth finds him. I lick a slow trail up his shaft just to torture him. When I let him finally sink into me, he raises his hips to force himself in deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I hollow out my cheeks and open up my mouth wider to take all of him.
“Patience, baby,” I purr.
“This was a bad idea,” Cole says, pulling at his wrists as if he can free himself.
“You have no idea …” I reply as I lean over to the bedside table, pulling out the cuff keys and Mr. Always Ready from the drawer. I run my thumb down the thick wand and turn it on. The low hum fills the air.
“ Fuck , Ginger,” Cole says, looking both a little afraid and really fucking turned on as I slide the toy down his neck. His skin breaks out in gooseflesh as I straddle him naked. He lets out a breath of air as he feels the pool between my legs hugging his cock.
“So hard , so fucking ready for me ,” I whisper, using his words against him.
His eyes screw shut and a sound rumbles from his chest that borders on animalistic. I use my own arousal to coat him and then I scoot back a little to stroke him against my pussy with my free hand. Cole mutters something under his breath that I can’t understand as I ghost the end of the wand over my nipple and shudder, before trailing it down my waist and towards my core. I rest it against my clit and whimper. It hums against us both and I let my head drop back as I speed up the pace.
“That’s it, baby. Make yourself feel good,” Cole says as I circle the wand against my swollen center.
“Fucking Christ,” he murmurs as the vibrator touches him every time I move it, every time I slide it down to graze him too.
“Look at me, Ginger,” he commands. I almost lose it when I do. He’s like my own personal Roman god lying beneath me, helpless and vulnerable to my actions.
“You can use that silicone all you want but it will never take my place. It will never fill you like I do,” he says.
Cole’s eyes are dark and stormy as he thrusts his hips up. The feeling of his cock against me and the vibration at my clit is too much. I give in and lift my hips, sinking down onto him. We both breathe out in a huff as I let him fill me, inch by perfect inch. He’s so big from this angle that it takes a moment for me to stretch around him.
“Cole …” I shudder, almost ready to unlock him and let him have his way with me.
“Oh no you don’t,” he says fiercely, thrusting his hips up to fill me to the hilt. I cry out and my arms slink to my side.
“You’re not going to give up now. You want to cuff me?” Thrust.
“Then fucking own it, Ginger.” Thrust.
“I’m going to stuff you full and you’re going to ride me until you drip down the sides of my cock.” Thrust .
“And don’t you dare forget that needy little clit while you do.” Thrust.
I cry out as he hits the spot inside me that threatens to ruin me. He continues to chant to me.
“Use your toy. Use your fingers. Use whatever you need.” Thrust.
“It’s my name on your lips every time you come. It’s me that makes you come.”
I move my wand against my clit and we both groan with the vibration. I set my pace and he meets me with his hips every time I sink down.
“Such a good girl, Ginger …” he praises me as my speed increases with the wand. I can’t take all of this—his words claiming me, his cock filling me and the wand stimulating me. A tight coil of heat and pressure builds in my lower belly. It feels uncontrollable.
“This fucking pussy,” he grunts as he works his hips up again to somehow take back control, even though he’s the one cuffed to the bed. “That’s it, take all of my cock like a good little slut. You might be in control, but remember this pussy is mine. ”
Goddamn. Those words.
I clench around him and work my clit with the humming wand. He thrusts one more time and I lose it. I lift up off of him as my body shatters from the inside out. I never stop the wand and I soak them both in the process as I cry out his name.
“Fuck … Ginger … Fuck. ” His voice cuts through my whimpers.
But Cole gives me no reprieve and I practically strangle his cock as he thrusts back into me, all care lost and the bed soaked. I’m like a boneless heap above him as he fucks into me.
“Unlock me, Ginger. Now ,” he orders.
I don’t argue, I can’t. My body is his as I reach for the keys and unlock one arm, which instantly flies to my throat as he grips me tight.
Cole sits up as best he can with one arm and hovering his lips over mine.
“Faster,” he commands darkly as I fumble with the key for his other hand.
I manage to set him free, and nothing could prepare me for the vengeance Cole unleashes upon me. First his mouth claims me as his arms encircle my body, kneading every part of me in a bruising grip. Like he can’t touch me fast enough.
“That was a dirty little trick, Vixen,” he rasps into my ear. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
He tosses me off of him and flips me over so I’m on all fours, before hiking my ass up and pressing my upper body into the bed. It’s wet with the mess I made just moments ago. Cole grabs the wand, which is still humming, and skims it up my inner thigh. I moan as my pussy throbs, already wanting more. Already begging for him to fill me.
“Cole …” I whimper.
“You want to tease me, hmm?” he asks as the wand finds my clit. “You have no idea how I can tease you , Ginger. How many years I’ve waited to do fucking depraved things to you, to this body. This body I’ve imagined in my hands, against my lips. Between my teeth.”
He wraps his free hand in my hair and pulls my body up to bite my neck in multiple places, before he releases me, gripping my hips, hiking me up again and notching my knees further apart. The wand rolls over my ass, then against my back hole, and I mewl into the bed, not used to the foreign sensation.
“So do it,” I coax, wanting all the things he offers, desperate for him to own me completely.
Cole growls and sheaths himself in me with one fluid movement that causes me to collapse against the sheets. I fist them tight as he keeps the toy between my cheeks and holds me up with his free hand.
I am helpless as he drags himself nearly all the way out then slams back into me while a guttural groan escapes him. The sound ripples through me. I love him out of control like this; I love holding all the power yet surrendering it to him all at once. He pushes the wand against me with perfect pressure, stimulating something in me I’ve never experienced as he fucks me with a kind of brute force he hasn’t unleashed on me until now.
“My dirty little wife likes to be fucked and toyed with?” he asks as he slams into me again.
“Yes …’ I whimper as he grips my hip tight, thrusting into me over and over.
But it isn’t enough. Cole is unhinged now; he lifts my body and moves me up the bed so that he can grab the headboard for leverage. He picks up the wand again and, when I glance at him over my shoulder, he flashes me an all-knowing smile as he glides it over my back hole. In this moment, it becomes instantly apparent that I’ve never really known what it means to be taken by a man.
But it’s this: Cole driving into my pussy hard and fast, unforgiving and animalistic, as he offers pressure in tight circles against my asshole with my vibrator. He turns it up to max and spits above my cleft to coat the head before slipping it into me just enough to send me reeling. I all but scream into the bed, whimpering his name and begging him. For everything and nothing all at once.
“ Holy fuck ,” he says, sensing the hum against him from inside me. “That feels … fuck .”
He starts to move faster and I grin in a moment of clarity.
“My dirty husband likes to be fucked and toyed with?” I ask.
Something about my words sends him over the edge. He pulls the wand from me, and I hiss at its loss. He tosses it onto the bed and grips my hair, sliding his other hand around to pull me up by my throat. My back is flush against his front, and I turn my face to meet his in messy, urgent kisses.
“Call me your husband again,” he orders.
“Will my husband make me come, please?” I ask sweetly, ready to ignite around him. His hand squeezes my throat, pulling the breath from my lungs just enough to make me lose all control. Dots line my vision as he thrusts into me so deeply, fireworks ignite behind my eyelids.
“Fucking mine,” he growls as he grows inside me. “ My wife.”
He spills into me just as my vision goes static and I freefall with him, calling out his name as he calls mine. I come harder than I ever have in my life. We both moan and pant as our euphoria comes in waves, our sweat-slicked skin pressed together.
A few minutes later, when our breathing returns to normal and we lie in a tangled mess, Cole kisses me gently through my hair and on my shoulder.
“Guess we’ll have to test that pineapple theory later …?” I grin.
“You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he says, still breathless.
I peck his lips. A warm feeling spreads through my chest as he wraps his arms around me and hugs me close.
He whispers into my ear, “But Ginger … this? Us? It’s fucking everything. ”
I sigh. Maybe that talk I told the girls I’d have with him can wait until tomorrow … or even the day after that.