The Debt: An Irish Mafia Romance (Downing Family Book 2)

by Cassie Wild

  Her cheeks went bright pink.

  I wasn’t sure if she’d answer.

  She did, though, in a soft, husky murmur. “Very close.”

  “And now?” I pressed my lips to her neck.

  “I ache.”

  That simple statement hit me with the force of a two-fisted punch. I glanced at the numbers flashing by on the lights that ran above the door. Just a few more floors.

  The doors slid open silently, and I took her hand, guiding her out of the elevator and to my room.

  “I’m going to take care of that ache, Daria,” I promised. “Eventually.”

  Daria had left early that morning, and I had taken some time to do a bit of shopping while she was gone.

  I’d only had a couple of hours before I had to meet up with Sean and deal with business, but those hours had been productive.

  Daria knelt in the middle of the floor on a pad I’d purchased for just this purpose. She was restrained with her hands behind her back, with another restraint running from her wrists to each ankle. I’d connected adjustable nylon tethers to the cuffs. If I wanted to use them to tie her to the bed, I just had to make a few modifications, and I could do that.

  They had a little bit of give in them, and I liked watching her wiggle. She was loosely hogtied, enough that I could adjust her position as needed without a lot of work.

  I covered her eyes with a blindfold. “Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” I whispered in her ear. She nodded compliantly.

  Her breathing came a little harder as my hands fell away, and I pushed my fingers into her hair. “I’ve been thinking about seeing you like this almost from the beginning, Daria. You’re every bit as beautiful as I thought you’d be.”

  I picked up another one of my purchases and crouched down in front of her.

  Her breathing sped up even more as I put the nipple clamp in place. It was just snug enough to stay in place, though I checked her expression once I was done to make sure it wasn’t bringing her the wrong kind of pain. Her mouth was open, and her head had fallen back. Although I couldn’t see all of her face with the blindfold in place, I knew that look. Blissed-out pleasure…she wanted more.

  I gave her more, slipping the other clamp into place before I straightened up.

  Her head followed the sounds of my movements as I shed my clothes. Once I was naked, I came back to her and caught her hair in my fist. With my free hand, I grasped my cock and moved in, pressing the head to her lips.

  She opened her hungry, round mouth immediately, and I groaned as she sucked me into the hot, wet cave.

  For a few seconds, I let her move as she would, forgetting the plans I’d spent half the day making. Or at least it seemed like it had been half the day—I’d been fantasizing about this during a late lunch with Sean. He’d talked on endlessly about business, and I’d sat there with a hard-on, murmuring the occasional yes or no as I envisioned seeing Daria bound in front of me and yielding to me as I fed her my cock.

  But she wasn’t yielding right now.

  She had more control than I did, it seemed. It was surprising how little that bothered me.

  Still, I brought it to an end, catching her head between both hands and stilling her movements. She whimpered around my cock.

  “I didn’t tie you up so nice and pretty just so you could take over, Daria,” I told her. “I’m going to fuck your throat now. If you’re lucky, when I’m done, I’ll see about fixing that aching cunt of yours.” I paused a moment, pulling away from her. “Your cunt is aching, isn’t it?”

  She nodded, her lips pressed firmly closed.

  “Good girl.” I gave her my dick again and started to thrust, shuddering as she took every single inch. Yet, the more I gave her, the more she tried to take.

  “That’s it. Damn, you’re good at this.”

  She was, too. She enjoyed it, something that was obvious by the rhythmic way she kept wiggling her hips as if seeking some invisible cock that would fill her and take away that ache.

  I moved faster, shuddering as the pleasure ripped through me.

  “I’m going to come all over you, baby. You hear me?”

  She could barely move her head, but I thought I saw a nod. Slowing my pace, I fisted a hand in her hair and held her in place as I pushed deeper into her mouth. “Swallow my cock, Daria. Show me how much you like this.”

  I grunted as she swallowed the head. I rocked against her, almost losing it right then and there as I felt her throat work around me. I pulled back, and her nostrils flared as she drew in air.

  “Again,” I told her. “Again…”

  She took me deeper, and I started to thrust as she learned how to handle it.

  God, she was beautiful, flushed and panting when I finally pulled back. “You’re going to make me forget my plans,” I said, fisting my dick in one hand. With the other, I tugged away the blindfold and flung it away. I’d planned on keeping it in place throughout, but I needed to see her eyes on me as I worked my cock she’d been so greedily sucking on just moments ago.

  That greed showed in her eyes, and she swayed forward, her mouth parting.

  But I pulled her back, tugging sharply on her hair.

  She whimpered, eyes rapt on my fist as I jerked myself off.

  “I’m going to come on you. You’re going to wear it.”

  She nodded.

  Thick, heavy white jets spilled out of me and splashed across her breasts to trickle down her belly.

  She shivered a little, eyes glazed.

  “That was a good girl, Daria,” I told her.

  I didn’t think she even heard me.

  She licked her lips, and I reached down, dragging my finger through my semen. I spread it over her mouth, and she licked it, lashes fluttering as though she savored those few drops.

  I gave her more as my cum started to cool on her skin.

  After a couple more tastes, I let go of her hair and left her kneeling there.

  Her eyes sought me out as I moved around the room. I could feel her watching me as I selected what I’d need next.

  There was a small ottoman in front of one of the chairs, and I picked it up, carrying it over until it was just a foot or so away from Daria.

  I then fetched a washcloth and cleaned her up, pausing from time to time to tug on the chain that ran between the nipple clamps. She moaned, a low, hungry, desperate sound that made my dick pulse.

  I was still hard.

  Even though I’d just come all over that pretty, pale skin, I wanted more.

  I tossed the rag back into the bathroom and returned to her, moving behind her and guided her into the position I wanted. Bent over, exposed, open.

  I could see the wet pink folds of her pussy as I sank to the floor.

  She yelped when I pressed the vibrator to her.

  I steadied her with my hand and pressed it more firmly against her. A low keening sound escaped her pretty throat and a flush spread across her entire body.

  “I could make you come pretty fast like this, couldn’t I, Daria?” I asked. She didn’t answer, and I pulled the toy away. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, Sir. Do it, please.”

  I smiled, pleased.

  I wasn’t ready for her to climax, though, and every time she got close, I eased back.

  She was rocking against the ottoman, her hands opening and closing into fists while hungry mewls fell from her lips.

  That was exactly the place I wanted her—mindless.

  I picked up the next toy. It was an anal plug, one on the smallish side, but all I was doing tonight was preparing her, opening her up so it wouldn’t hurt as much when I finally fucked her ass.

  I slicked it up with lube, then added more to the tight bud between her cheeks.

  She froze at my touch.

  I picked up the vibrator and pressed it to her, bringing her quickly back to the edge before pressing the narrowed tip of the plug against her ass. She barely noticed.

  But when I pressed it against her more firmly,
forcing that tender flesh to yield to me…she noticed.

  She froze again.

  I simply stopped, letting the plug remain where it was while teasing her clit with the vibrator.

  I lessened the pressure, then resumed, lessened, resumed. Soon, she was pushing back, seeking more. I smiled when she pushed herself directly back onto the plug.

  Before long, I had it seated inside her passage. Dropping the vibrator, I bent over her, pressing my lips to her ear. “Do you feel that toy, Daria? Buried in your ass, stretching you, preparing you?”

  She nodded. Fine tremors ran through her, and I worked a hand between us until I found one nipple. “Feel how hard you are,” I whispered. “Your pretty little nipples feel like diamonds. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered on a gasp.

  “You know what I like to hear, baby.” I pulled a condom from the drawer. “Tell me.”

  “I’m ready to be fucked, Sir.” She looked back at me, and I could see her need to talk.

  I nodded. “Go ahead. Speak.”

  Her face flushed, and she licked her lips. “I…I went to the clinic. I asked for birth control and they…” She grew more red.

  I looked down at the condom in my hand. “They, what, Daria?”

  “I have a ring that I’m wearing. It protects me from…babies.”

  Something low and deep twisted in my chest as I thought about babies with this woman, and it surprised me at how much the thought didn’t cause me to go running from the room.

  A baby. Our baby. A little one suckling at her breast, calling me daddy.

  I dropped the condom on the floor. “I’m clean, Daria. I know you know I’ve been a player, but I’ve never not used protection before.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to her shoulder. “But I want nothing to be between the two of us.”

  She smiled, and as I moved my hands to her breasts, desire returned to her eyes and she whispered, “Please, please, please, pl…ahhh…”

  Her pleading gave way to a cry as I tucked the head of my cock against her pussy and pushed in.

  She wiggled and twisted in my hands, hoarse whimpers escaping her, sounds so deep and primal, just listening to them had my dick pulsing.

  She was tighter now, and I forced myself to go slowly, not wanting to hurt her. I had to grit my teeth at how amazing it was to be bare.

  “You feel how tight you are now?”

  She nodded jerkily, the hands I had bound behind her back opening in a seeking motion.

  “You remember what to say if it hurts too much, Daria? Because I’m getting ready to fuck you. Hard.”

  “I remember. Please…I need you…” That hungry, feminine demand was like a fist around my cock, pushing me closer to the ends of my control.

  Still, I didn’t alter my pace…yet. I fed her my cock slowly, then withdrew until only the head stayed inside her. Soon, she was moving with me, clamping down around me with slick, wet tissues.

  That was when I bent over her, catching her shoulders in my hands to hold her still as I plunged inside her.

  She cried out.

  It was a sound of pure pleasure, and it pushed me to madness. I fucked her pussy then, hungry and greedy for her, all of her.

  She must have been hovering right on the edge because she came almost immediately.

  I kept moving, and she kept begging.

  Soon, I felt my orgasm bearing down on me. Part of me tried to regain the shreds of my control, but she was so tight and hot, the pressure of the plug in her butt adding to the sensation.

  I erupted inside her, but still, I wasn’t done. I could feel the slippery, wet grasp of her pussy, made messier and wetter by my cum. My cock hardened, and I jerked her up, pinning her back to my chest. I took the chain running between her breasts and tugged.

  Her spine bowed, and her weight sank deeper onto my dick. I slid my hands up and down her sides, and she started to wiggle, moving on me with shallow, quick thrusts of her hips.

  I shoved a hand between her thighs and sought out her clit. It was hard, and I was almost tempted to push her back over the ottoman so I could draw that sweet, sweet bud into my mouth and eat her out.

  But I didn’t have the control.

  She continued to pump against me, and I caught her hips, picking her up and dragging her back down.

  Her upper body swayed forward until the tethers between her wrists and ankles went taut, then she froze, unable to move any more.

  Perfect…

  I reared forward again, driving her back down over the ottoman as I rode her.

  She came, fist-tight and sloppy wet. Wet from herself, wet from me.

  Her climax pushed me over, one of those spasmodic, milking clenches she made around my dick proving to be just a little too much.

  I emptied myself into her and sagged forward, pressing my forehead against her back.

  She made a low moan, and the sound of it made me smile.

  I could get completely lost in her. It was something that would have worried me even just a few weeks ago, but now, I was determined to enjoy every second of it.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Daria

  “I won’t be long,” I told Brooks as I rushed into the apartment I shared with Isabel.

  He’d insisted on coming with me back to the apartment, saying he wanted to see me off to school.

  It was a sweet gesture, one that still had me smiling as I rushed through my shower.

  I came back out to find him studying the view from the windows in the living room.

  Without looking at me, he commented, “You know, if you move in with me, you won’t have to rush around like this in the morning.”

  My heart leaped at his comment. He’d mentioned that he might look around for a place today and some part of me was giddy at the thought of being with him.

  But the bigger part of me insisted on caution.

  We had no idea what was going on between us. Until I had a better understanding of it, how he felt, how I felt, I’d rather not risk taking that next step.

  It seemed like we’d barely taken our first step. Maybe we had. The dinner date we’d shared with Sean and Isabel had been the first time we’d actually had what could be considered a date.

  Still, the idea that he wanted to be with me was one that kept a smile on my face that I didn’t think anything could dislodge.

  I turned my head to find him smiling down at me.

  “We need to go,” I said softly. “I can’t afford to be late after missing so many classes.”

  “Your chariot awaits,” he said with a teasing smile. He’d called for a car while I’d been eating breakfast at the hotel and it was now parked at the curb outside of the apartment building.

  He led me to the car, our hands twined together.

  As the driver wound through the city streets, Brooks talked about a few places he’d looked up online earlier that morning. The man got by on what seemed like four or five hours of sleep, and he’d been awake and dressed, skimming something on his phone when I finally dragged myself out of bed.

  He’d also ordered breakfast.

  Absolutely starving when I woke up, no doubt from that fantastic night of love, I’d eaten more than I usual for breakfast. Now I sort of wished I could just lie back down and nap for a little while. Preferably with Brooks at my side.

  He asked me what I thought about one of the places he’d mentioned. I shrugged. “It will be your place, Brooks.”

  “It might be ours.” He stroked the back of my hand with his thumb.

  Ours.

  It made me a little giddy, and I almost told him, Yes, I’ll move in with you.

  But I held back, my normal reserve finally kicking in.

  “We’ll see,” I told him.

  He shook his head, sighing.

  The car came to a stop, and I checked the clock on the dash. We’d barely made it.

  I looked at him. “Will I see you later today?”

  “I’ll be here waiting when y
ou get off.” I slid from the car, but when I went to shut the door, he stopped me, climbing out to stand next to me. “I told you I’d see you to school.” He nodded at the building a few doors down. “That’s the school.”

  I laughed, feeling more girlish and hopeful than I’d felt in a long time. Oh no, had I giggled?

  “Okay.”

  He took my hand once more, and we started down the walk.

  The noise was loud.

  It came out of nowhere, and it seemed the entire city froze around us. Then people started to run, and I looked around, confused.

  I’d frozen mid-step because next to me, Brooks had stopped walking and his fingers were almost painfully tight on my hand.

  “Daria…”

  Dread spread through me at the sound of his voice. Slowly, I turned my head and stared at him.

  I didn’t see it at first. I was too busy studying his face.

  But he lowered his head, staring down, and reflexively, I did the same thing.

  In horror, I’d just noticed the red stain blooming on the front of his shirt when he collapsed against me. I almost fell under the impact, but years of dancing had me strong, and I locked my legs, steadying us.

  “Brooks?” Panic made my voice too high, too sharp. But I couldn’t help it. “What’s wrong? Brooks?”

  But I already knew.

  He didn’t answer me, and I eased him down to the ground. I sat there, staring at him in stunned shock as his eyes closed, his blood pooling around my feet, the smell of gunpowder assaulting the air.

  “Brooks!” I screamed it this time.

  But he didn’t so much as move.

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  Suria

  The fluorescent sign in the window was buzzing, and it was annoying the hell out of me.