“The bra.”
She reached behind her and unhooked the material.
“Drop it.”
She did.
He ached to feel the fullness of her breasts in his palms, wanted to tease those nipples into even harder firmness. “You really are lovely with your nipples erect like that.”
“Someone will hear you,” she whispered furiously.
“Take off your shoes.”
She glared, but she stepped out of her sandals.
“And the rest, if you please.”
Her chin was set mutinously, but she followed his order and removed her jeans and thong.
Her bush was neatly trimmed and he smelt the scent of her heat. She was all woman. His woman. He’d had his hands off her for hours, and it turned out that was longer than he could tolerate.
Jack couldn’t help himself. He knelt, right there in his family home’s historic entry way. He reached around her, pressing one palm against her warm buttocks and another against the small of her back. His arousal grabbed him hard and fast. He wanted this woman. Nothing to do with the past, with revenge. Everything to do with raw, animalistic need. His pulse quickened.
He pressed his mouth against her hot mound. “Spread your legs.”
“What? Here? Are you mad?”
“Completely. Now spread your legs.” When she hesitated, he slapped her cunt.
With a gasp, she parted her legs.
Despite her verbal protests, his Sinead was hot and ready. Her pussy was moist, making his cock pulse.
He pushed on the plug slightly. Her hips jerked forward and she dug her hands into his hair. “You’re a hot woman.” He licked her clit. When she moaned, he sucked on it slightly. Then he tongued inside her vagina.
He felt her pussy muscles clench, spasming in advance of her orgasm.
There was nothing he wanted more than to feel her come around his tongue. But she was also at her most vulnerable in this moment. Reluctantly he stopped tasting her. “Upstairs with you,” he said.
He stood and moved away from her.
Groggily she blinked.
He gently tugged.
“You really are a scoundrel.”
With his hands on her shoulders, he moved her away from the door and towards the stairs. She didn’t argue. Perhaps she was finally learning that he didn’t make idle threats.
He stayed a step below her on the way up the stairs. Customarily he preferred his subs to follow him at a respectful distance. This one wasn’t trained well enough to do that yet. Besides, this way, he got to watch the way her arse swayed, and he caught an occasional glimpse of the bling between her buttocks.
In his suite, he closed the door and locked it behind them. He dropped the key into a drawer. It wouldn’t necessarily stop her from bolting, but it would certainly slow her down. “I may always keep you naked, a rún.”
“I prefer to sleep in a T-shirt.”
“Indeed?”
“One of yours is fine.”
“Generous of you. Into bed.” He opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of soft leather cuffs.
As she climbed onto the bed, she kept a wary eye on him. “What are you about?” she asked. She sat on the mattress and pulled her legs protectively to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs.
Jack moved fast. He crossed the room, grabbed her. Within seconds and despite her struggles he secured her to the bedpost.
“Release me this instant.”
He folded his arms across his chest and regarded the squirming, sexy wee bit of woman on his bed. Loveliness and a hellion rolled into one. The ensuing years may be a lot of different things, but boring would never be among them.
“This is an outrage. Despite what you think, we’ve moved on from the Middle Ages. You cannot kidnap me and keep me against my will.”
“My lady, it appears I already have.”
He left her there on the bed, beautiful in her anger.
“Damn you,” she said. “No! No, no, no! Damn you! Let me out of this bloody thing!”
He regarded her.
She appeared pissed, but not panicked, angry that he’d bested her, perhaps furious that he’d denied her an orgasm.
There was a knock on his door.
He went to answer it.
“You can’t just leave me here, Quinn.”
“Aye, until you learn some manners, I certainly can.” He pulled on a pair of jogging pants. The material did nothing to disguise the size of his erection.
He unlocked the door to find Liam there.
“Mistress Sinead appears to have left her clothing in the foyer, sir.”
Sinead groaned audibly.
Liam raised his bushy brows. “May I suggest a gag, sir?” Liam handed over the pile of clothes. “I’ve found a gag plenty handy. Unless you have use of her mouth for other purposes.”
Jack blinked, for once in his life dumbfounded.
Liam nodded sagely and shuffled off.
“I shall drown in mortification,” Sinead told him, when he closed the door.
“I’m not certain I won’t,” he admitted. He placed her clothes on top of his wardrobe. “Now, where were we?”
“You were deciding not to be a beast.”
“I was deciding whether or not to strap your legs to the footboard.”
“I’m not into bondage.”
“Really?” He sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over, and he pinned her thighs to the mattress with his torso. “Is that why your pussy is all but dripping?” He feathered a finger between the folds of her vulva. “Because you’re not into bondage? Or is it because you don’t like being naked in the entryway? Or maybe because you’re hoping I take pity on you and take out that plug.”
She ceased her struggles. In silent surrender, she arched her back and dug her heels into the mattress.
“Jack! Please!”
“Please what? Please stop? Please order me to spread my legs? Please lick my clit? Please suck on it? Please touch it? Please give me the screaming orgasm you denied me downstairs?”
“Yes!”
“Which?”
“All of them…”
He moved aside and she opened her legs wide.
“Tell me what you want.” He moved between her legs, facedown. After parting her folds, he laved his tongue across the sensitive, already-swollen little nub. He worked his tongue against her with a little more pressure. “Ask for it. Be specific. Be graphic. Beg me. Call me your master.”
She shook her head. But he knew it was only a matter of time, both in the bedroom and out of it. “I love having my face in your pussy. I like the way you taste. I love how moist you are. I like how responsive.”
Her free hand was in his hair. She wasn’t pulling, instead, she was holding on, keeping him in place.
“Tell me,” he said against her heated skin.
“I…”
“The bondage you keep yourself in, Sinead, is more powerful than the bonds that confine you. Be honest, Sinead. Be honest with me. More importantly, with yourself. I’ll give you one last chance. Tell me what you want, else I’ll leave the plug in and just let us both go to sleep. ”
“Heathen!”
He rolled off her. By tomorrow, if he knew women, she’d be following him, crawling after him, begging for what she wanted, what she would realise she needed.
“Please, Jack.”
“You’re trying my patience.”
“I want you to lick me.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and captured her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “That’s a start. I want you to be graphic.”
She swallowed. “I want you to lick my pussy.”
“More graphic,” he snapped.
“Lick my cunt,” she pleaded.
Jaysus. He wasn’t sure his cock could take this. He wasn’t sure he could take it. “And then?”
“Suck my clit. When I’m about to come, gently bite it.”
“There now. Just add some manners and
a little begging and you’ll get what you want.”
She scowled. “That wasn’t good enough?”
“I want you to know you’re mine. “I want you to beg prettily. I want your honesty.” He fingered her, bringing her to arousal again. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He felt her entire body tremble.
“Please lick my cunt, Sir.”
As he did what she asked, she continued, “Please, please bring me off. Please, I beg you!” She writhed. “I want you. I need you. I need this.”
She pulled against the restraint. She moaned. She continued to beg prettily.
God help him if she ever discovered the truth, that she held tremendously more power over him than he’d ever hold over her.
Her eyes closed. With her free hand, she held his head while she slowly rotated her hips. Could she be any more spectacular?
“Sir…?”
She was only seconds away, there was no doubt.
“Sir…”
This time he shuddered. The word sounded sweet on her lovely lips.
“Fuck me,” she demanded. “I want your cock in my cunt.”
In that instant she could have asked for a star for her neck and he would have figured out how to have it boxed and wrapped.
He left her for a moment and took off the jogging pants before grabbing a condom from a drawer.
He returned to her, feeling simultaneously predatory and protective. An enemy for eight hundred years, she was tied to his bedpost. Maybe if an ancestor of his had done this centuries ago, there’d have been peace across the land.
“Fuck me hard, Sir.”
Despite her respectful words, there was no doubting the command in her voice. The O’Malley lass wasn’t a perfect little submissive but she was the perfect woman for him.
He took her with no preliminaries, sinking deep into her with a single thrust.
“Yes,” she said. “More. Harder. Deeper. Please, Sir.”
Her hot pussy clenched around him, milking his balls.
She clenched her free hand onto his shoulder. “Sir, please. I need to come.”
“Wait,” he told her. She’d asked permission. That should have been enough for him, but it wasn’t. He was delaying his satisfaction. She could, as well. He slowed his thrusts and made each a little more shallow.
She dug her fingernails into his skin.
“It’ll be sweeter for the waiting.”
“Sir…”
He didn’t respond, but he captured her left nipple and squeezed it brutally.
She bucked and gasped.
“Now?” she demanded. “Please!”
“Exquisite,” he told her. “Now.
“I can come?”
“Yes.” He filled her, pulled back then pressed forward again. He worked a hand beneath her hips and tilted the angle of her pelvis so as to rub her G-spot with each stroke.
“Saints,” she whispered.
“Come,” he whispered, urged, demanded. He increased the tempo of his movements.
Seconds later, her internal muscles tightened.
“Yes.”
She arched her back and screamed his surname as she shattered.
The force of her climax drove his, and Jack could hold out no longer. He grabbed hold of her hips, imprisoning her.
“Fill me,” she said against his ear.
She didn’t submit as any other woman had. But her lusty demands were more satisfying than her quiet capitulation would have been.
He groaned as the first spurt of semen pulsed into her heat.
Her fingers curled into his shoulder. His body jerked as a second spasm claimed him and pleasure spilled from him. There was something about this woman…
He supported his weight with his elbows. He kissed, licked, nipped the exposed side of her neck. He was never glad of bloodshed, would never have wanted it. And maybe his grandmother was right—‘twas time the two of them ended the feud.
“This doesn’t mean I’ll marry you or stop fighting you,” she said, as if reading his mind.
He sighed. “A truce?” he asked, rising up slightly and supporting his weight on his palms. He looked down at her. Her lips were slightly opened and her breaths were a bit shallow. If it weren’t for her narrowed eyes, she’d look like a happy, sated woman.
“I’ll thank you to release me so I can take out your unwelcomed plug. I need some sleep and you’re interfering with it.”
Ah. Had he expected any of this to be easy? “I’ll remove it for you.”
“Absolutely not!”
“In that case, I’ll accompany you to the toilet.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You’ve denied me a truce. You’ve tried several escapes. You’ve not earned trust or privacy.”
“I’ll not allow you in the toilet with me.”
“In that case…” He moved off the bed and discarded the condom in the rubbish. He grabbed a couple of flannels from the linen closet and dampened them with warm water. When he returned, he told her, “Open your legs.”
“I can do this myself.”
“No doubt. Now spread your legs else I’ll lash them to the bedposts.”
“You—”
“Yes, I would dare. And I’ll leave you tied the rest of the night unless you cease your struggles. Your choice, Sinead. Spread your legs and raise your knees to your chest within three seconds or we’ll do it my way.”
He placed the washcloths on a nightstand. He was resolute. His way or his way.
She opened her mouth as if to protest then she closed it again.
With her own form of defiance, she followed orders, but she took more than the allotted three seconds.
For that, she’d be oh-so-tantalisingly punished.
“Have you ever been blindfolded while being explored? Do you know what it’s like to be forced to depend on all your other senses?”
“No,” she whispered.
Her breathing changed. Her chest rose and fell in quick succession.
Even though he’d just had her, he wanted her again. His dick had never become completely flaccid and it was thickening again.
He grabbed a blindfold from the nightstand. “Straighten your head,” he told her when she turned to the left.
Without protest, maybe curious despite herself, she looked up at him, unblinking as he lowered the blindfold.
She moaned slightly but didn’t protest when he laid the black material across her eyes and lifted her head to secure the straps in place.
“I want you to listen to me,” he said quietly.
Instinctively she turned her head the direction of his voice.
“You won’t know what I’m going to do next.” He tweaked one of her nipples and she whimpered.
“You won’t know if I’m going to remove the plug gently or if I’m going to yank it out.” He stroked the inside of her right thigh but didn’t touch her intimately. “Keep your knees up, your legs apart.”
She clenched her buttocks. Obviously, since he’d planned it that way, she expected him to tug on the butt plug.
Instead he manoeuvred quietly to cup her right breast as if weighing it, then as she relaxed, he moved. Before she could possibly know what he was about, he pulled back the hood covering her clit and sucked hard on the distended nub.
She screamed.
She was passionate and responsive, and part of him hoped she continued to deny him a truce. He took her free hand and fastened it to the headboard. She was totally exposed and vulnerable, spread apart and opened. “Now you’re deprived of touch. “She could release her left hand at any time, but she didn’t. She was as attuned to this pleasure as he was.
Lightly, he slapped her hot cunt.
She arched. She screamed.
He slapped her again.
She drank in a huge gulp of air.
He shoved three fingers deep inside her wet pussy.
“Feck!”
That wasn’t at all ladylike.
And wasn’t that what he wanted? His smile was triumphant, and he was as delighted for her as he was for himself.
He finger-fucked her, with long, slow thrusts, then shorter, faster ones. She writhed and thrashed.
Then he kissed her mouth.
She responded ferociously, biting and sucking.
He shoved a hand into her hair and pulled.
He swallowed her cry with a deeply brutal kiss. He felt her tongue in his mouth, meeting each of his demands with one of her own.
He ended the kiss and returned his mouth to her pussy, lapping up the juices, and causing a wave of fresh ones.
He brought her to the edge and kept her teetering there. He grabbed hold of the base of the plug. As he tongued her and sucked her, he eased the plug in and pulled it just back to the point her sphincter resisted. He wanted her familiar with the sensation, comfortable with his exploration of her anus.
She dug her heels into the mattress and arched her hips towards him, offering her entire body with tiny whimpers. Then, just then, he increased the pressure and motions of his tongue and simultaneously yanked out the butt plug.
She yelped and cursed. “I—”
“Give me your orgasm,” he demanded. “Now.” He continued to manipulate her with his fingers for only a couple more seconds until her climax overtook her.
“Good God,” she said. Her chest rose and fell, her ribcage expanding and contracting furiously.
Oh yes, she was perfect in her response. And their descent into BDSM would be a fast and furious one.
“Your arse is stretched.” He looked at her, admiring her, wanting her. “I think you’ll like it when I fuck you up there,” he said. “Or when Logan fills your arse while I claim that hot pussy of yours.”
She shivered, but he couldn’t tell whether it was from fear or excitement or a combination of the two.
“You’re joking about sharing me with another man.”
“A man of my choosing,” he clarified. “I’ll not be a cuckold. But within the confines of a scene I set up, aye.”
He left her long enough to dampen a flannel and rinse the plug.
When he returned, he removed the blindfold then gently cleansed her.
It’d been years since he’d had a woman in his bed. Usually he booked a hotel or slept at her place. He rarely spent an entire night with any woman. He certainly didn’t snuggle of his own choice.
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