Bound to Pleasure [Bound To 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Piper Flynn

  “I’m going to fuck you here, sub. You are going to love every minute of having my dick buried in your ass.” Tangling a hand in her hair he pulled her head back until he caught her eyes. “Tell me how much you want my cock, little love.”

  “More than my next breath, Master,” Emma said softly. She heard him curse before she felt the velvet-skinned head of his dick prodding for entrance. A big hand on the small of her back pushed gently.

  “Relax, little love. Don’t bow your back up. Don’t fight it. It’s going to feel so good. Trust your Master,” he cajoled in that hypnotic voice of his. She loosened her muscles and gasped as she felt the thick head of him pop past that tight ring of muscle.

  “You’re going to kill me, sub. It’s too tight.” He groaned as he continued to work his way in, in short smooth thrusts.

  Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly take any more, she felt his balls flush with her folds. She gave a small wiggle and the sensation was indescribable. She felt stuffed full and wanted to stretch like a self-satisfied cat. Why had they waited so long do this?

  Ronan let her wiggle for a few seconds on his cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Reaching down, he found her sopping pussy and pushed in two fingers, stroking. He pulled back, enjoying the friction of her muscles trying to hold him inside her ass, then slowly stroked back until his balls were once again wet from the juices dripping onto them. When she came on his fingers, he felt the contractions buried deep in her backside and almost spilled himself then and there. She was squeezing him like a vise. He couldn’t go slow anymore.

  Emma cried out as Ronan suddenly increased the pace of his strokes, fucking into her as if to imprint himself forever. Over and over he pounded into her ass. The feeling was maddening and felt so good. She knew she was going to come again without him touching any part of her pussy. She was going to come from him fucking her ass. She began pushing back against him. She needed it harder.

  Ronan grasped Emma’s hair close to her scalp, pulling her back so she could see him in the mirror. “Take it all, sub. I’m going to come in this tight ass, then I’m going to eat that pretty pussy again. All night, little love. All night, nothing but fucking and pussy eating.”

  Emma was so turned on from his dirty talk she couldn’t think. She loved it when he was rough and barely holding onto his control. She loved it when she looked into his eyes and saw more beast than man. “Please, Master. Yes. I’ll take it all.”

  She cried out as his last thrust sent her over. She heard his hoarse shout and felt his cock jerking in her, jetting out his cum.

  Before she could fall onto her belly, she felt him lift her and move her to the bed. He placed her on the edge of the bed and fell on her like a starved man, licking and fucking into her with his tongue until he’d rung another orgasm from her exhausted body. Closing her eyes, she scooted herself up onto the bed while he went into the bathroom. A few seconds later, she felt a cool towel pushed between her legs soothing the ache back there. Then another cool towel covered her abused bottom, taking away a bit of the lingering sting.

  The bed dipped as he joined her, pulling the sheet up over her body. “I love you, Emma Kincaid.”

  “I love you, Ronan Kincaid.”

  “When those darling baby girls are born and the doctor gives us the go ahead, I’m going to show you why a good sub doesn’t try to top from the bottom, little love,” Ronan said conversationally.

  “Oh, noticed that, did you? Well, damn, I kind of thought I’d gotten away with that one,” she muttered under her breath.

  Ronan threw his head back and laughed and he pulled her closer into his body. Content and happy in a way he’d never thought possible, with his One and their precious children tucked safely under her heart. Life was sweet, sweet indeed.

  Epilogue

  Nine months later

  “A proper lady doesn’t make this kind of stinky, darling. This kind of stinky is something guys at a construction site make in the porta potty … after a bad burrito.” Ronan wrapped the toxic diaper over onto itself and pitched it into the trash, smiling at the giggles from his daughter before she promptly stuck her foot in her mouth. The dirty diaper odor continued to linger in the room. “Seriously, dumpling. We have to figure out what makes you so stinky. At this point I’m going to have to bury the diapers because the trash guys are going to refuse to pick them up.”

  “Don’t listen to him, Bella. Your poos are quite normal, stink and all.”

  The little bundle on the dressing table started cooing and kicking when she heard her mama’s voice. Pulling the tape on each side of the clean diaper tight, he handed her off to Emma. “One stinker down, one more to go. Come to daddy, darling.”

  Emma took Bella and handed over Scarlett, who squealed and flailed when her daddy started playing peekaboo with her. Emma watched the two with a contented smile. Ronan had taken to being a daddy like a duck to water. Although birth had almost been too much for him to bear, he’d had to be restrained when the nurses had started yelling at her to push.

  He had quit working for the family’s business and was in the process of buying The Lodge from the local family who owned it. He had always loved the place. It had been what had brought the entire Kincaid clan to Barton in the first place. He and Jack had toyed with the idea of buying The Lodge before, but knew it would be a full-time responsibility. Ronan was ready to make that commitment. He already had plans to make Kat a larger restaurant since the small one she’d taken over a year ago had been doing better than expected. There were numerous things that needed updating, but overall he planned to leave it just as it was. With the family’s connections in the business world, there were companies already clamoring to book up the rooms for events. It looked to be a great business venture.

  “Jesus Christ, Scarlett. Not you too.” Ronan made a face as the younger of his twins ignored him, blowing bubbles and chattering. “See there, doesn’t matter if you’re stinky. You are a genius.”

  Emma rolled her eyes. He was convinced because their daughters were a bit further along in doing things than typical four-month-old children that they were gifted. “That means they’ll be able to outsmart you, daddy dearest. Imagine all the inventive ways they’ll be able to sneak out of the house.”

  Ronan’s head popped up from wiping poop to fix her with a glare. “Don’t put that into their heads, woman. Trust me, they are taking notes in their minds. I’ve seen them talking to each other in their baby babble when they didn’t think we are around. I’m going to have trouble enough with that damn Briggs boy sniffing around my baby. Just figures they’d both have red hair and tempers hot as hell.”

  Chuckling at his woebegone look she walked out of the nursery and back downstairs. “My poor baby, Bella. Daddy is going to make sure you never even talk to a boy. Yes, he is. He’s just a little crazy about you and your adorable sister, yes, he is.”

  “He’s smart is what he is, little gal. Come to Pop-pop. That’s a good girl. No old boy is going to ever talk to my sweet angels. Pop-pop knows exactly what those nasty boys are thinking.”

  Emma rolled her eyes at the words of her father-in-law, the self-named Pop-pop. The Kincaid men certainly had the tables turned on them. Two little girls to worry and fret over. The first Kincaids girls born in centuries. Seemed the universe thought it was time for some payback. “You do realize eventually they’ll want to date. They might even be into—”

  “Don’t you say it, Emma Jolene Kincaid! These babies are going to become nuns.” Her brother Ethan barked from behind J.C. Kincaid, making goofy faces at his niece, much to her drooling delight.

  “That will be hard to do since we aren’t Catholic, Goober.”

  “We got some pamphlets from Holy Rosary. Even talked to Father Ryan. It’s a process, but our little angels are worth it.”

  Emma knew her mouth had fallen open. Surely he was joking. Looking over at her other brother, who was playing peekaboo with Bella on the other side of Pop-pop, he shrugged his sh
oulders in a “What did you expect” fashion. She was going to have rein in the crazy before everyone was attending Mass and going to confession. On second thought, this might be good for the boys.

  “Get used to it, Emma. These men are going to drive us batty until those two are old enough to move out.” Martha, Marty Kincaid, lovingly stroked her husband’s head as he made cooing sounds to his granddaughter.

  “She’s right, little love. Jack has already given me the number of a private investigation firm to check out their first boyfriends,” Ronan said from behind her. “That is, if I let them date before they are thirty.”

  “Give her over, Kincaid. Uncle Connie is feeling a mite bit left out from all the loving.” Alex Connie took Scarlett, exclaiming over the “perfect” slobber bubbles she was blowing as she pulled and tugged at his beard.

  Looking around the large room filled with family and friends, she couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest woman alive. She had two beautiful babies, a loving, sexy-as-hell husband, and a family she adored with all her heart. The troubles of the past year had all been resolved with Andrew Stone getting transferred across the country into a twenty-three-hour lockdown facility. His days of causing trouble were over. Ava Mims had been sentenced to life in prison for the murder of Walter Benson and the attempted murders of Emma and Connie, but she’d hung herself before she could be transported to the women’s correctional facility in Eddyville. A sad end to a sad life.

  Shaking off the dark thoughts, Emma nuzzled into her husband’s hold. “Do you have any idea how lucky we are, Ronan? We have all of these people to love and be loved by. We live in this beautiful home …”

  Ronan nodded above her head. “Well, it is nice. I’m not saying I’d like to build a summer home here but …” He grunted as her elbow found his stomach.

  “I’m being emotional and you are quoting Westley again. I need you to focus and agree with me, you silly man.” She said tipping her head up for a kiss.

  “As you wish, little love, as you wish,” he whispered softly against her lips.

  Emma couldn’t help but smile. Some women wanted a Prince Charming. But she was going to spend the rest of her life loving and laughing with her own Dread Pirate.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Piper lives in Nashville, TN, with a tattooed husband, handsome and talented son, barky MinPin, and a large goofy Pitbull. A fan of happy endings, romance just seemed to be a natural fit. Her first book was released in the fall of 2015 and she is currently working on more books for the same series.

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