Sinfully Yours, Sir

by Laylah Roberts

  Dylan flicked her clit steadily until she was trembling, her breath coming fast and he knew she was close. He pulled back.

  “Sir, please,” she groaned.

  “Shh. Soon, baby.” He moved over to his suitcase and pulled out the goodies he’d hastily packed.

  He turned back, watching as her eyes widened. “You brought a butt plug and lube?” she asked incredulously.

  Dylan grinned. He’d also brought two boxes of condoms. “Would you believe I was a Boy Scout?”

  “No.”

  “You’re right, I wasn’t. But I do believe in being prepared.” The plug was a small one. He pulled off the plastic wrapping and coated it in lube while she watched with wide eyes.

  He knelt back on the floor. “You’re going to take this into your ass, Tilly.”

  “Oh God,” she whimpered.

  “Scared?” he asked.

  “No, Sir. Well, maybe a little bit.”

  “Honesty is always rewarded. As soon as this is in your ass you can come whenever you like.”

  Dylan returned his mouth to her pussy as he pushed one damp finger slowly into her bottom. He heard her whimper and he paused, looking up at her. Her face was flushed, her mouth parted in a half-smile as she rested her head back against her hands.

  Right now, she wasn’t thinking about anything except for the pleasure he was giving her.

  Perfect.

  Dylan added another finger to her ass. Sitting back on his heels, he thrust a finger from his free hand into her damp pussy.

  “Dylan, oh God.”

  He grinned. Pulling his fingers from her ass, he picked up the plug and pushed it slowly into her bottom. The tight ring of muscle resisted, but he just waited until she relaxed then pushed it a bit further inside her.

  “Relax, baby. Good girl. That’s it, you can take it. Good, very good.” He continued to murmur to her reassuringly until the plug was fully inside her. He smacked the base of it lightly and she let out a small squeal.

  “How does that feel?”

  “Amazing.” She opened her eyes to stare down at him, a small smile on her face.

  Dylan couldn’t resist kissing her. “You ready to take me?”

  “Oh yes, more than ready.”

  He stood and grabbed a condom from his suitcase, rolling it onto his cock. Taking a deep breath, he told himself to go slow. Eager as he was to be inside her, she was going to be extra tight because of the plug and he wasn’t a small man.

  He turned back to find her playing with her nipples.

  Dylan raised an eyebrow. “Did I tell you that you could move your hands? That you could touch yourself?”

  “No, Sir.” She didn’t stop touching herself, just smiled up at him.

  He resisted the urge to smile back. Although he hadn’t played with her very much, he’d watched her in the club. Tilly wasn’t a brat. But she was obviously feeling playful and in the mood for a spanking.

  Well, he’d be happy to oblige her.

  “Kneel on the floor and turn around, lean your stomach over the edge of the chair. Do not lose that butt plug.”

  Tilly moved carefully, turning herself around and resting her body on the seat of the chair.

  Dylan knelt to one side and rubbed his hand over her round ass. “That was very naughty to touch yourself without permission, Tilly. Are you trying to test me?”

  “What? No.” She glanced over her shoulder with some alarm. “I wasn’t testing you. I just, I guess…”

  “You wanted this?” He smacked his hand down on her ass.

  Her breath went out with a long sigh. He smacked his hand down again.

  “You only had to ask, baby. I want you to do that next time rather than deliberately disobey me, okay?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

  He gave her another smack. Then rubbed her ass. He landed another stinging spank to her other cheek. Then aimed two more at where her thighs and butt cheeks met.

  “Damn, this is one gorgeous ass,” he said, squeezing her ass. The butt plug peeked out of her cheeks and he deliberately smacked his hand over the end of it.

  Tilly jolted then let out a small whimper of need. He increased his speed. She was going to feel this spanking for a while. He drew the plug in and out of her ass with one hand as he continued to spank her.

  “Ohh, Sir, please. I need you.”

  “Part your legs. Wider,” he commanded gruffly. His cock was so hard it hurt. He couldn’t hold back much longer. Drawing on his control, he resisted the urge to dive inside her and instead reached around to play with her clit as he lined his cock up against her pussy.

  Biting his lip, he inched his way inside her tight, wet passage.

  “So full, oh wow, oh Dylan,” she cried out as he continued to brush his finger over her clit.

  “You can come whenever you like, Tilly,” he reiterated.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she told him as he pushed himself fully inside her.

  “Damn, that feels good,” he muttered before pulling back then driving himself forward. “So good.”

  “Yes, yes, more, please,” she cried. He could tell she was close as she shuddered beneath him. He flicked his finger back and forth over her clit as he plunged inside her. Every ounce of strength was needed to hold back his need to come.

  Tilly screamed as she came around him. Her pussy clamped down on his throbbing shaft. His movements grew faster, more erratic.

  Then he crashed, his whole body shuddering as he came. He barely managed not to slump forward onto her. Instead, he slowly pulled out and lay back on the floor, breathing heavily.

  Tilly started giggling and he opened his eyes to see her staring down at him.

  “What are you laughing about?” he mock-growled.

  “You look like you need a nap.”

  “Well, you tired me out, woman.”

  “Poor baby, I forgot how old you are. Do you want me to get your walking stick or do you need a wheelchair?”

  He sat up. “Obviously that spanking wasn’t hard enough.” He reached for her, but she drew back.

  “It was! It was!” she said with a laugh. “I’m sorry, Sir. I take it back. You’re young, virile, strong, sexy, you can go on and on for hours.”

  “That’s better.” He tapped her nose. “Who’s the boss around here?”

  “You are, Sir.” She dropped her gaze, but he saw her lips twitch.

  He snorted. Yeah, he realized she had him wrapped around her little finger.

  He wouldn’t have it any other way.

  ***

  Tilly felt a bit weird wandering around Rogan’s house by herself. But he’d told them to make themselves at home. Before she’d left the bedroom, Dylan had made her promise that she wouldn’t leave the house. She moved slowly, all too aware of the butt plug that Dylan had refused to take out.

  Yeah, maybe she shouldn’t have made that crack about him being old.

  The smell of cooking made her stomach gurgle as she followed the delicious scent to the kitchen. There she found Rogan standing at the stovetop, his back to her.

  “I thought you’d still be sleeping,” he said, glancing at her over his shoulder.

  “Umm, I think my empty stomach woke me up,” she said. “Dylan’s just having a shower.

  He nodded. “Take a seat, the eggs will be done soon.”

  Tilly climbed up onto a stool at the breakfast counter. Her legs hung down and she swung them, feeling like a little kid.

  “Toast?” Rogan asked, still not looking at her.

  “Yes, please.”

  The toaster popped and he placed two slices on a plate along with a pile of scrambled eggs. He put the plate in front of her. Turning, he grabbed some butter, a glass and a carafe of orange juice, setting them on the counter.

  “Wow,” she said. “I don’t want to eat your breakfast, though.”

  “I’m not hungry,” he said. “Cooking helps me think. I figured everyone would be starving when they woke up. Especially Dylan, he always

ate like a horse.”

  She smiled and forked up some eggs. They melted in her mouth. “Yum,” she said. “This is fantastic.”

  Rogan smiled. “I had a chef at one of my restaurants teach me.”

  She remembered what Aedan said about Rogan going legit. “You own a restaurant?”

  “I own three across the state.”

  “Thought I smelled food,” Aedan said as he walked into the kitchen. His face shut down as he saw her and she lowered her gaze to hide how much that upset her.

  Aedan poured a glass of juice, leaning against the counter as Rogan turned back to the stove to make some more eggs.

  “I’m not a good person,” she blurted out. “I was happy.”

  “Happy with what?” Aedan asked with a frown.

  “I was happy when Javier wasn’t around. Well, maybe happy isn’t the right word. Relieved. So I didn’t care what he was doing because at least he wasn’t…” she trailed off.

  “At least he wasn’t what, baby?” Dylan asked from behind her. She turned around to find him leaning against the doorframe. He wasn’t wearing a top, putting his muscular chest on display. His eyes were still heavy with sleep and he had a five o’clock shadow on his jaw. He looked drop dead gorgeous.

  Dylan walked over and pulled her up, holding her against him with his hands beneath her ass. He kissed her thoroughly, not caring a bit that they had an audience. He pulled back and stared into her dazed eyes.

  “You did give them a room, didn’t you?” Aedan asked Rogan.

  Rogan snorted. “Two nights ago you practically fucked a girl while we were eating dinner at Ria’s,” he said.

  “That was different.”

  Much as he’d love to take Tilly back upstairs and fuck her, they had more pressing issues. The most important thing right now was making sure Tilly was safe.

  He set her back on the stool. “What were you saying, a mhuirnín?” He sat next to her.

  “Hmm?” She gazed at him in puzzlement for a moment.

  “About Cabeza?” Rogan asked. His voice was calm, but Dylan saw the glint of anger in his gaze.

  “Oh, I was relieved when he wasn’t around because at least he wasn’t picking on me. I could never please him. He was so controlling. He had a real estate business. I thought that was where the money came from. I feel sick knowing the truth.

  “None of this is an excuse. I should have known he was up to something sketchy. I just figured he was having an affair and that was why he was out so late and acted so cagey. I should have done something more.”

  Dylan glared at Aedan. He better damn well handle this right or they would be having more than words later on.

  “Stop,” Aedan told her. “I was wrong. You were a victim too. Tilly, I should be the one apologizing. None of what Cabeza did was your fault and I shouldn’t have blamed you.”

  “But at least I’m alive, not like those other poor people. I wasn’t strong enough to leave him, even though I longed to. I was scared of him. If I hadn’t overheard him talking about how he had to shift some drugs he had hidden on Daddy’s ranch I might still be under his control.”

  Dylan stiffened. “So you helped put him away?”

  “Yeah, I guess so.”

  “Did you testify?” Dylan asked her.

  “No. I went to my brother Dare and told him what I’d overheard. I felt really bad about bringing him into my mess, but I didn’t know what to do and I knew Dare would. Dare didn’t want me to go to the police. He was worried that it would put a target on my back. Instead, he followed Javier to the place where he’d stashed the drugs. He took some photos as evidence before he called a friend who is a deputy sheriff.”

  She took a sip of juice. “They caught him. I was investigated and cleared. I didn’t even have to testify.”

  “So Cabeza never knew it was you who discovered what he was doing?” Rogan asked.

  “No. I didn’t stick around after he was arrested. I packed up my personal belongings and moved to Austin. I just don’t get why Javier would lie and tell the Vipers that I had the money.”

  Dylan pulled her back against his chest. “You’re certain you have no idea what he’s talking about?”

  “No,” she said. “None. I never had access to any of his accounts. He used to give me cash to buy groceries and there was never much left over.”

  “Did he ever mention off-shore bank accounts?” Rogan asked.

  “He never spoke to me about money, other than to complain when I asked him for some.” Her cheeks grew red. It must have been humiliating, begging him for cash to buy food. Dylan hugged her tight.

  She leaned against his chest gratefully. “This is all so crazy. I can’t believe this is happening. I can hardly wrap my brain around the idea that Miller would betray me, let alone the fact that a dangerous gang now thinks I have their money. I wish I’d never met Javier Cabeza. I was so stupid to fall for his lies.”

  “No, you’re sweet and innocent,” Aedan said. “Think you’re the first person to be fooled by someone who pretends to love them? It happens to most of us. You’ve just got to pick yourself up and carry on.” He frowned, falling silent. “You know, maybe Javier wasn’t lying.”

  “But I don’t have the money,” she said with frustration.

  “Or you don’t know you do,” he countered.

  “Kind of hard to hide a million dollars,” Dylan replied.

  “Just humor me. What if Cabeza was telling the truth? If you were him and you had some cash you didn’t want anyone to know about, what would you do with it?” Aedan asked them.

  “Put it in an overseas bank account?” she guessed.

  “Stuff it in a mattress?” Dylan added.

  “Hide it somewhere no one would suspect,” Rogan said.

  “So perhaps he hid it somewhere in the house the two of you lived in,” Aedan said.

  “But I haven’t lived there since he was arrested.”

  “What did you take from the house?” Rogan asked her.

  “Just clothes, toiletries, some jewelry. Nothing that he’d given me, though.”

  “Is there anything you haven’t gone through? Anything he could have tampered with?” Aedan asked her.

  “I don’t think so. Like I said, I didn’t take much. Everything is back at my apartment in Austin.”

  “Then that’s where we should be looking,” Rogan said.

  She slipped off the stool. “I’m going to go grab my purse and shoes.”

  Dylan watched her walk away. There was defeated slump to her shoulders and he didn’t like how hard she was on herself.

  “She’s going to eat herself alive with guilt if you don’t stop her,” Aedan warned him, cleaning off his plate and putting it in the dishwasher. Dylan turned his attention to the plate of food Rogan had slipped in front of him, quickly eating it.

  “I know. It’s a lot for anyone to handle. First her friend’s betrayal then this crap with Cabeza. She’s got to be feeling like her world is crashing down around on her.”

  And they all knew what that felt like.

  Chapter Seven

  “Got a car following us, boss,” Brandt warned from the driver’s seat of the roomy Mercedes. Brandt was Rogan’s second. Cillian’s son had hurt himself and he’d had to rush off to the hospital. Brandt had replaced him.

  Colm sat in the front passenger seat. Aedan had opted to stay in San Antonio; he had some business to do. But Rogan, Colm, and Brandt were accompanying her and Dylan to her apartment.

  Rogan turned to look behind him for a long moment. “Black Audi, two cars back?”

  “Yeah,” Colm said in his deep voice. “They’ve been following us since soon after we left the house.”

  Rogan grunted. He drew out his phone. Tilly turned around to stare at the car. She would never have noticed it trailing them. She swallowed. She really was totally unprepared for this world.

  Dylan reached over and grabbed her hand. He sent her a reassuring smile, but that tight knot in her stomach just wouldn’t ease. She was putting them all in such danger. But she knew she couldn’t handle this alone. Just the thought of it terrified her.

  “Iker, you might want to improve your men’s stealth skills.”

  Tilly’s jaw nearly dropped as she listened to Rogan.

  “Don’t you trust me, man?” he asked in a silky soft voice. She shivered at the dangerous tone. Rogan’s face could be carved from marble for all the emotion he showed.

  “Well, if you ever have someone trail me again, make sure they can’t be spotted, because I won’t be so polite next time.”

  Rogan put his phone away. His gray eyes had grown glacial. “Lose them,” he ordered.

  “With pleasure,” Brandt replied.

  “Hold on,” Dylan said, placing an arm over her.

  She opened her mouth to question him when the car took a sudden right turn, brakes squealing. Dylan held her tight, as though not trusting the seat belt to keep her safe. She became grateful for his help as a series of sharp turns pushed her back and forth across the seat.

  Thank God he’d removed the butt plug before they’d left.

  It wasn’t until they reached the highway fifteen minutes later that the erratic driving stopped.

  “All clear, boss.”

  “You okay?” Dylan asked her, moving his arm away.

  “Thankfully I don’t get car sick,” she joked.

  “I should have warned you first,” Rogan said. His face was as composed and cool as ever. Did anything rattle this guy?

  “No worries. It had to be done. We really lost them?”

  Rogan looked back then nodded.

  “Iker’s got some balls to put a tail on my men, but then he goes and uses amateurs? He’s not as smart as I thought,” Rogan said coldly.

  No, Tilly thought. Incurring Rogan’s wrath wasn’t a smart move at all.

  ***

  Tilly stepped up to the door of her apartment, coming to a stop as she saw it was slightly ajar. “Dylan?” she said in a scared voice.

  Dylan immediately pushed her behind him.

  “Wait here with Rogan.”

  Dylan nodded to Colm, who had drawn a gun and they both slipped into the apartment, leaving her and Rogan in the corridor. Brandt was waiting outside the building. Rogan pulled her down the corridor towards the stairs.

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