Page 3 of Cuffs and Kink

“I’m off duty. Call me Mr. Turner.” My uncle smiled fondly at her. “Now, what seems to be the trouble, Josie?”

She told him the same story she’d shared with me, and when she was finished, my uncle was frowning. He paced the length of his office before stopping in front of us, hands on hips. His lips were pursed, and I could tell he was measuring his words before he said anything. He was always the type to think before he spoke, even when answering a curious eight-year old’s questions.

“Well, Ty could run you over to the women’s shelter, if they’ve got room, but that’s just a temporary solution. I’m guessing you’d have a hard time finding a job and a place to live around here once Reverend Falks puts the word out he’s looking for you. You could leave town, but I’m thinking you don’t have family anywhere else who’d take you in, and eventually Falks would catch up with you.” Josie didn’t say anything, but we both knew my uncle was right. There was the law, then there was the reality of a small southern town. “I think it’s obvious what needs to happen.”

“And that is?” I asked.

“Josie needs to lose her virginity.”

I stared at him, fairly certain I’d misheard. There was no way that was his only thought on the matter, which meant he was up to something. “You think losing her virginity will make a difference?”

He shrugged. “Reverend Falks wants a pure wife, so if she loses her virginity she won’t be pure anymore. He should lose interest and move on to someone else.”

Josie frowned. “I haven’t heard of any male prostitutes in town, so just how am I supposed to lose my virginity before I go home today?”

I coughed and sputtered. “Pardon? Did you just say you were going to use a male prostitute?”

“Well, what else am I supposed to do? I’m too young to hit the local bars, and even if I did, I can’t very well take someone home with me. And who in this town is going to deflower the reverend’s daughter? Aside from those jerks earlier, I’m pretty untouchable in most peoples’ eyes.”

“Trust me, plenty of men around here want to touch you,” I muttered.

My uncle laughed because the state of my arousal wasn’t easily hidden. Despite the fury I’d felt when she’d told me her parents were trading her for a roof for their church, I’d remained pretty damn hard. It was difficult to get myself under control with her so near, especially when she smelled incredible.

“Why don’t I give a call to the police chief and tell him you’re taking the rest of the day off?” my uncle suggested. “You can take Josie to your place and discuss her issue further.”

The knowing look in his eyes had heat creeping up my neck and settling in my cheeks. I was a grown ass man, but talking about sex with my uncle could still reduce me to a hormonal twelve-year-old boy who’d asked him about the birds and the bees. And fuck me if he hadn’t just put Josie right where I’d wanted her -- in my bed.

If she understood what was going on, she didn’t let on. Those innocent eyes studied me as if she were waiting for me to make a decision. Virgin or not, she knew I wanted her, and my uncle was throwing her into my arms. If she had a problem with that, she kept quiet.

I sighed and tipped my head toward the door. “Come on. I’ll take you to my place and we can figure this out.”

She gave me a slight smile, but her eyes warmed and her cheeks flushed. My chest ached with how beautiful she was, and it seemed that at least for the next few hours, she was mine. Fuck me if that didn’t please me more than it should. Something told me this would come back to bite me in the ass, but until then, I was going to have one very happy dick.

Chapter Two

Josie

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, extremely nervous, but then handsome men always did that to me. Officer Ty Daniels definitely was a handsome man. It hadn’t escaped my attention just how well he filled out that uniform, with his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his shirt. I felt tingles in places that had long lain dormant, and despite my nerves, I felt a bit of excitement over being alone with him.

“Officer Daniels…”

“Call me Ty.”

Ty. It suited him. “Ty, are you going to lose your job for helping me?”

“Doubt it. If my chief knew what your parents were up to, he’d be the first one to step in. I should warn you, my place is a bit of a mess right now. I’ve been pulling extra shifts, so I haven’t had much time for housekeeping.”

“I’m sure your place is fine.”

How messy could it possibly be? I’d heard bachelor pads could be horrendous, but I’d never actually seen one. My parents’ home was always pristine. My father wouldn’t have it any other way, and if my mother didn’t keep a tidy home, then she paid the price. Not that anyone would ever believe that Reverend Wright would dare beat his family. If only people knew the truth. I’d wanted to escape for a while, but until I found a job it wouldn’t be possible. And if my father put the word out that he didn’t want me working, then no one would hire me.

Ty pulled into the driveway of a small brick home with blue shutters and a maple door. I hadn’t known what to expect of Ty’s home, but it looked quainter than I’d thought it would. I’d honestly thought maybe he lived in one of the two apartment complexes in town. A home made him seem more settled, though I had a feeling that wasn’t a word he would use to describe himself.

I followed him up to the front door and slipped inside behind him. He shut off the alarm and motioned for me to have a seat. His furniture was chocolate leather and a large TV dominated one wall. It had to be at least sixty inches or more. My father didn’t really believe in the evils of TV, unless it was a religious program, so we had one small set in our living room and he ruled the remote with an iron fist.

The leather of the sofa creaked as I sank onto a cushion.

“Do you want anything to drink? I think I have some soda and some bottled water, or I could make a pot of coffee.”

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