Graham
“Max, you upstairs?” I called, pushing the front door to the manor open.
I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing there.
Her text didn’t say she needed help. It said she needed me.
We both promised each other no cheating.
Ever. Even if that meant we couldn’t be together.
If I wanted her, I had to follow his rules.
I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing Hunter with her again, but I couldn’t say no. “Max?”
The constant stream of dispatch voices filled my ear, a reminder to behave. I found the knob on my shoulder unit and twisted it into silence.
“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 head bobbing 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.
“Max?” Panic cut through the fog in my head. “Max, what’s wrong?” I thrashed against the restraints, but my muscles wouldn’t obey. It was like the more I tugged, the weaker I got.
Then it hit me. The woozy, double vision, the swirling room.
Fuck… the drink. Oh God, the drink.
The door creaked open and Hunter stepped inside. No hurry. No surprise. He walked to the bed and grabbed a handful of Maggie’s hair, yanking her head up to show me her vacant, drugged eyes.
He didn’t say anything, just let go and let her fall back to the sheets like a broken doll.
The bruises on her back hit me like a fist to the chest—primal rage exploded through me. I threw myself against the bonds, leather tearing into my skin until I could smell blood. I was supposed to be strong, but I wasn’t.
“Max.” My voice came out soggy, drenched in a weight I couldn’t control, before my vision tunneled and the world went black.
“Oh, shit!” Katie giggled.
Her voice snapped my eyes open. Unfortunately, I remembered exactly what I was doing before I passed out, what I was wearing, and what I wasn’t.
“What are you—? Why are you—???”
“Ah—fuck.” I pulled my leg up to try and hide myself.
“You know, Graham, I’ve seen your dick more times than I can count on one hand, and while I am curious… Maggie’s never invited me in here with you, so I’m a little confused as to why you’d text me instead of her.”
“I didn’t text you.”
“Uh, yeah, yah did, dummy.” Katie held up her phone and showed me the text.
Officer McTrampstamp: Come to Maggie’s. I need help. Hurry.
“Officer McTrampstamp?” I asked under my breath. “Nice.”
“What?” She shrugged. “What else should I call you?”
“Oh… I don’t know… how about Graham? Jesus.” I flung my head back and smacked it on the headboard. I groaned. “I don’t fucking care, just get me out of these things.” I shook my hands. The buckles of the cuffs clinked against the wood.
Katie kneeled on the bed and unbuckled the straps. “Now, Mr. Locke,” she said, pitching her voice into something authoritative. “Have you thought about what you’ve done?”
“Katie, I swear to God—”
“Okay, okay… Geez, someone’s crabby in cuffs.”
After the first cuff was undone, I undid the next and jumped out of bed, searching for my clothes.
“Where the fuck are they?” I held a sheet up over my groin and turned to Katie, who’d apparently been staring at my ass judging by the pink flushing up her neck and resting on her cheeks.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I threw my arms in the air, dropped the sheet, and wagged my dick at her. “There! Get it out of your system. Take a nice long gander. If you’ve seen it so much, you’d think its appeal would wear off.”
She snickered. “Actually… I was blushing because of the collar and the leash hanging from your neck. I’ve always had a thing for boys who know how to obey.”
Jesus Christ.
I rolled my eyes. “Can you just help me find my fucking clothes, Katie?”
“Mmm-hmm. ‘Course I can.” She searched around the room, picking up blankets, looking behind the nightstands, and under the chair, while I sat back on the bed and removed the collar. “But Graham, I do have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“If you didn’t text me… who did?” she asked, handing me a boot.
“I don’t know… maybe the person that drugged me.”
“Drugged?” Katie stood with my pants clutched in one hand and my boxer briefs in the other.
“Yes, drugged.” I motioned for her to toss my underwear.
“Why the fuck would Maggie drug you?” Katie tossed them.
“She didn’t,” I said, catching them in one hand and slipping them on. “He did.”
Katie reached for my utility belt. “Hunter?”
I nodded.
“Leave it,” I said, zipping my pants. “Where I’m going, I’m not a cop.”