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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

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  Eddie's Cuffs Boxed Set, Volume 1

  Copyright © 2012 by Roxie Rivera

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Eddie's Cuffs 1

  Roxie Rivera

  CHAPTER ONE

  I glanced at the living room clock again and decided I'd had just about enough of the biochemistry textbook in my lap. Seriously, there were only so many nucleic acids and proteins I could memorize before my head threatened to explode. I closed the book and tossed it toward the other end of the couch. My spiral notebook and pen followed but I kept the sour apple sucker I'd been licking away at for the last twenty minutes.

  My neck ached so I rolled my shoulders and did a squirmy little stretch. I figured I'd earned some relaxation time after all that hard work of reading and note-taking. My tummy trembled with anticipation as I considered all the deliciously naughty things I could get up to while Eddie was out on his date. He'd been gone less than two hours. That was barely enough time to drive across town to pick up Lisa, head to the restaurant and have dinner. Since this was their third date, I assumed he'd be getting lucky tonight so that gave me even more time to enjoy myself.

  God, I really hoped Lisa finally gave him a little attention in the sack. Eddie clearly needed to blow off some steam. The man was becoming unbearable to live with and we'd only been sharing a house for three months. I really didn't know how much more of his overbearing, gruff bullshit I could take.

  Just the thought of his frowning face and grumbling pissed me right off. I crunched the last bit of the yummy apple sucker and purposely dropped the gummy white stick right on that tacky glass coffee table of his. He was always harping on me to use coasters and pick up after myself. I grinned evilly just imaging his reaction to finding that sucker stick glued to the glass when he got home.

  Laughing and feeling rather mischievous, I hopped off the couch and headed upstairs. You know, I couldn't believe my luck when Mom and my stepdad Jack told me Eddie was cool with me living with him while I went to college. I'd been so majorly stoked by the invite to live at his house. I'd let my admittedly naïve and silly imagination run wild with what-ifs. I was so sure this was my ticket to finally getting what I wanted from my stepdad's younger brother.

  Oh, how wrong I'd been.

  Mr. Uptight-and-By-the-Book was a nightmare roommate. I'd imagined living with a hot as hell SWAT officer would be my dirtiest dreams come true. Instead, I got the third degree and lectures. Where are you going? When will you be home? Who's driving? Have you been drinking? Did you put that rape whistle and pepper spray in your purse?

  I mean, really! You'd think I was going to college in the murder and rape capital of Texas the way he acted.

  Shaking my head, I mounted the last few steps to the second floor and hooked a right to my room. I peeled out of my yoga pants and t-shirt and left them on the floor just inside my door. That was another thing Eddie hated. The man had some serious issues with cleanliness and organizing. I'd seen his dresser drawers. Everything sorted and folded and stacked so neatly. It was horrifying.

  I shimmied out of my panties and bra and let them drop to the carpet. My gaze flitted to the floral print bed skirt skimming the floor. I knelt down, lifted the fabric and slapped around under the bed until I felt the plastic container I'd hidden there. I pulled out the box and unsnapped the bright green lid. My belly did a little flip-flop as I uncovered the small selection of sex toys and erotica I'd amassed. Like some criminal smuggling contraband, I'd brought them into Eddie's house under the cover of darkness. I'd squeezed the box into my backpack under fifty pounds of textbooks to sneak it in under his nose.

  My fingers moved across the vibrators. They weren't the big, scary pussy-rattling types. These were smaller, quieter and just what I liked. I didn’t have much—okay, any—experience in the sex department. My virgin pussy had barely been penetrated by my own fingers, and only these vibrators and my flicking digits had brought me to orgasm.

  Oh, I'd read my fair share of erotica and watched plenty of downloaded porn clips. My sexual appetite was healthy and I was ridiculously curious—but I just hadn't found the right man to take me to the next level.

  Or, rather, I'd found the right man but he just didn't want anything to do with me.

  My face flamed with embarrassment as I thought about how silly I'd been to think someone like Eddie would ever be interested in me. He was a hotshot cop, one of those real hometown hero types. To him, I would always be that annoying fifteen-year-old kid his older brother got saddled with when he married my mom. We'd never had a close relationship but things had gotten even more tense and awkward since I'd moved into his place. I still couldn't figure out why he'd opened the door to me. He'd made it perfectly clear he wasn't thrilled to be sharing his personal space but was willing to do me a favor by helping me keep my college costs as low as possible.

  But I didn't want to think of any of that tonight. My stressed-out body ached for release. I couldn't wait to get comfortable and slide my fingers through my soft pussy lips and coax out that slick, salty cream. I chose the simple silver egg-shaped vibe I liked the most and picked up the two porn DVDs I'd managed to sneak into the house. Neither excited me at the moment. I wanted something really filthy and kinky, the kind of taboo stuff that made my heart race and my cunt drip.

  And I knew exactly where to find it.

  Vibrator in hand, I left my room and padded across the hall to Eddie's room. The door was unlocked as usual. I think he really thought I was too afraid to snoop around but the joke was on him. I snatched every opportunity to poke around in his things. That's how I'd uncovered the massive stash of BDSM porn movies and those toys of his in the back of his closet. There were boxes and boxes of them.

  My pussy clenched just thinking about the dirty spanking and flogging films I'd watched. Some of them were really out there. I'd seen things on that one movie that I hadn't even known were possible. I mean, seriously, it never would have occurred to me that a woman might want her lover to slide his fist into her veejay. I'd been a little skeeved at first but the way she moaned and groaned and screamed when she came made my clit throb. I'd come so hard watching that scene I'd nearly blacked out!

  I opened the closet door and dug around until I found the container holding Eddie's stash. I was careful not to disturb the precisely lined up shoes as I lifted the box and placed it on the floor just outside the closet. I set aside the vibrator, opened the container and sifted through the DVDs. One of the covers caught my eye. Handcuffs. A police officer. Some kind of wicked interrogation. Oh, yes, please!

  Fingers trembling, I hurried over to the entertainment center and slid back the front panels to reveal the big flat screen and DVD player. I waited impatiently for the electronics to turn on and quickly dropped the DVD into the tray. While the film loaded, I ran over and grabbed my vibrator and then hopped onto Eddie's huge be
d. I snuggled close to his pillows and inhaled the familiar scent of his soap and antiperspirant.

  God, he smelled so fucking good. All that cedar and pine and those other woodsy scents. My pussy just creamed imaging how amazing it would be to tuck my nose against his neck and breathe in his smell.

  I rearranged the pillows and grabbed the remote from the bedside table. I hit play and adjusted the volume. Leaning back, I let my thighs fall open and placed my hand on my mound. I kept it immaculately waxed. The stinging pain was a small price to pay for such smooth skin.

  I traced the lips of my pussy as the scene started. Up and down, my fingertips glided over my snatch. Already slick juice seeped from my core. I swirled my fingers through the silky fluid and spread it all around. The action on the TV was starting to heat up. Spanking and a wet, sloppy blow job. I never would have guessed Eddie liked sex so rough and nasty. He seemed so conservative but I guess that old saying about judging books by their covers was right.

  Of course, he probably thought the same thing about me. If he got a look at the books on my ereader, he'd probably stroke out from shock. Just because I was a virgin didn't mean my libido wasn't just as raging as the next girl's. Someday I was going to find a man who would give me exactly what I desired: hot, kinky fucking from sunup to sundown.

  When the police officer in the movie handcuffed the woman to the chair, I got a wild idea. My gaze jumped to the dresser on the wall closest to the door. Eddie kept his gun and other cop stuff in there. I crawled off the bed and scampered over to see what I could find. Pay dirt!

  Cuffs and key in hand, I skipped back to the bed and studied the wooden slats on his headboard. I couldn't handcuff both hands, obviously, but I could cuff one for a taste of the fantasy. I wrapped the cold metal cuff around my wrist and snapped it closed. I locked the other cuff around a metal slat and slid down in bed until the short chain was taught. Oh, hell yes!

  I made sure to put the key on the bed next to my waist where I could reach it. I picked up the vibrator again and teased it through the dewy folds of my pussy. On screen, the police officer had the female subject restrained on a table in the interrogation room. He had three fingers buried in her pussy and smacked her breasts as he asked her questions. She writhed in pleasure and agony. God, I so wanted to be her.

  Eyes closed, I became that naughty criminal tied down to the table in the dimly lit interrogation room. It wasn't some nameless officer who worked me over with his hands and mouth and cock. No, it was Eddie. His fingers were buried in my cunt and thrusting up into me. His fingers pinched and tweaked my nipples. His mouth nipped at my belly.

  I pressed the vibrator a little harder against my pulsing clit. I clenched my thighs as that first build-up to climax started. My lower belly wobbled. Those shivery quivers invaded my core. I wanted to make it last. I wanted to draw this one out.

  "Oh, Officer Crane," I whispered, giving into the fantasy. "Lick my pussy. Put your tongue on my clit." In my fantasy, it was happening exactly as I described it. It was his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my cunt. "Eddie! Oh! Oh!"

  My toes curled into the mattress. I started to quake. My breaths came faster and faster. I was so close, so—.

  The bedroom door crashed open and slammed into the wall. I gasped in fright and tried to bolt upright but the damn cuff wrapped around my wrist made me jerk so hard my shoulder ached. The vibrator rolled down near my feet. The key to the cuffs bounced right off the bed. The fact that I was locked to a bed and couldn't free myself should have been scary but it was eclipsed by the sight of Eddie looming in the doorway of the bedroom.

  Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

  For a long moment, we simply stared at one another. The loud groans and the slap of flesh from the porn echoed in the silence. My face burned with embarrassment at having been discovered like this. My mouth went dry. My pulse raced. My libido tanked. I was dead meat.

  Eddie's angry expression morphed to something else, something altogether more mischievous. His gaze flicked to the screen of his TV and back to me. He smirked. "Well, well, well. That's quite a predicament you've gotten yourself into this time, Meg."

  I tugged on the cuff but it was futile. I wasn't getting out of this one. My voice abandoned me as Eddie strode into the room with that confident swagger of his. His gaze jumped to the TV again. "This is one my favorites."

  A red flush crept along my neck and into my ears as humiliation gripped me. I couldn't believe I'd been caught masturbating in my step-uncle's bed while watching his porn videos. It was just too awful for words.

  He sat on the edge of the bed. I could feel his body heat and quickly pulled my legs together. Twisting my hips, I tried to get as far away from him as possible, as if increasing the distance between our bodies would lessen my humiliation.

  "Don't." One word, spoken so softly but so firmly I instantly stilled. His rough, callused hand caressed my calf. His intense gaze pinned me in place. "I think we need to talk."

  CHAPTER TWO

  I gulped. "Yes, sir."

  His gaze narrowed. "Do you understand what that does to me, Meg? What it means to me when you call me sir?"

  I had a pretty good idea. "I think so."

  "You understand what BDSM means? You understand how the lifestyle works?"

  I nodded. "I've been reading about it for a long time."

  He gestured over his shoulder. "And watching bondage and S&M porn?"

  My ears felt hot. I dropped my gaze. "Yes."

  "Don't be embarrassed." His hand swept up and down my lower leg. "It's natural and normal to be curious. Some of us are made for this lifestyle. Some of us aren't."

  I dared to lift my gaze. "And you are?"

  He nodded. "I dabbled when I was younger like you. When I was serving in the Army, I became more confident in it. I met people who shared my interests. Now I belong to the local community." He studied me for a moment. "Is this a curiosity or is this something else, Meg?"

  I swallowed hard. "Something else."

  He exhaled slowly. "I suspected. I just wasn't sure if it was my own desires clouding my judgment."

  I frowned in confusion. "Your…desires? For me?"

  He snorted in amusement. "You think you're the only one in this house nurturing a forbidden crush?"

  "I…"

  Eddie shook his head. "You enthralled me the second you walked through my door."

  My eyes widened at his frank admission. Well then!

  "I hadn't seen you in a while and then you came waltzing into my house and you weren't the skinny, annoying little brat I remembered. You were…different." He caressed my thigh now. "And the first time I invaded your personal space, you dropped your gaze and started to breathe faster—and I knew."

  We sat in silence as the recognition of our mutual attraction hung in the air between us. Finally, Eddie inhaled a long, loud breath. "I suppose there's nothing to do now but get on with it."

  My gaze jumped to his face. "Get on with it?"

  He shrugged and bent down to retrieve the handcuff key. He reached over me, his woody scent enveloping me, and unlocked the empty cuff hooked to the headboard slat. My heart dropped as I realized he was letting me go.

  But when he snatched my bare wrist and lifted it over head, my eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing?"

  "What you think I'm doing?" He looped the cuff chain through the slats and fastened the metal cuff around my other wrist. Arms overhead, I truly was restrained now. I shivered as his big hand swept along the gentle slope of my bare belly. "You're the one who trespassed. Now I'm going to make you pay."

  "P-pay?" I could barely squeak out the word. I had a really bad feeling about this.

  "Yep." He rose from the bed and started to undress. My panic fled as I lusted after every inch of flesh he revealed. The man was all lean muscle. I raked my hungry gaze up and down his six-foot-three frame. I was surprised by the tattoos on his chest and upper arms. He always wore a shirt around the house so I'd never caught a gl
impse of them until now. I noticed the scars, some pink and others pearly white, marring his skin. War hadn't been kind to him. Neither had his career as a SWAT officer.

  When I got my first peek at that big, throbbing dick, I nearly fainted. It was huge and thick, the crown ruddy and darker than the rest of him.

  I licked my lips as Eddie climbed onto the bed. "Um, Eddie, there's something you should know."

  "You're on birth control?"

  "What?" I was momentarily thrown by the question. "Yes. They put me on it when I was fifteen."

  He frowned as his big hand rubbed my belly. "They?"

  "My doctor and my mom," I clarified. "To help with my cysts."

  He looked truly concerned. "Are you in pain now?"

  I shook my head. "I haven't had any issues with them since I started the pills. Really, I'm fine."

  His expression relaxed. "Good. I don't want you to be in pain."

  "But you just said you were going to punish me," I pointed out.

  He laughed. "Punishing you can mean a lot of things, Meg. It might mean a spanking or nipple clamps with weights or maybe even a cane across that tight little ass of yours." He cupped my breast and brushed his thumb over the nipple. I trembled under his touch. "Or, maybe, it means I'm going to make you come until you're sobbing and begging me to stop."

  I held my breath at the low warning tone. My nervous gaze met his and I could see that's what I had to endure. "Oh, god."

  He chuckled and lowered his lips to my breast. His tongue circled my nipple, lightly at first and then with a little more pressure. He sucked the dusky brown nub between his lips. I gasped at the sharp sensation of having my tit sucked. A rumbling chuckle escaped his throat. "I see we like that."

  "Yes." I'd gone breathless. His mouth encircled my other nipple. He sucked hard and my shoulders arched up off the bed. "Oh, please."

  "Please, what?" His pale green eyes flashed with something that I innately recognized.