“Nice try,” he snickered.
Her eyes rose to his, and all she saw was love and laughter. “Hey—it was worth a try.”
Crossing his arms, he leaned back slightly and gave her the Ashforth stare. She wanted to giggle at how funny they must look with her perched on his lap and him pretending to be mad.
“I have it on good authority that my naughty fiancée is sneaking candy to my kid brother—right under Kelly’s nose and against her wishes.”
She gasped.
“Busted,” he murmured.
“How’d you find out?”
More of the raised brow stare.
“Was there a ‘bro-code’ in play?”
Liam smirked, snickered and shrugged. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could have filled her with more joy at that moment than what he was admitting. Watching him and Matty grow close and share a sibling relationship not unlike what she enjoyed with her sisters was extra icing on an already unbelievable cake.
He ran his hand up her leg and under her dress. “He made me promise I wouldn’t get mad.”
She coughed back a giggle when his fingers stroked her in the right place.
“So if you aren’t mad, what is this?”
He shrugged and kept right on stroking her. “I think it’s time we explore the parameters of marital discipline.”
“Whaaat?”
“Marital discipline. Ways to keep my unruly wife in line.”
Her brows bumped together as she gaped at him. “Are you serious?”
“Oh, god yes,” he told her with an emphatic head nod and a leer. “This naughty Rhiann thing you’ve got going on is cute and all, but now that you’ll be the wife of an important man, I think…”
She smacked his chest. “Important man? On what fucking planet?”
“Now, now,” he told her with a smirk. “We’ve been down this road before. That vulgar mouth of yours needs taming and don’t you think it’s about time you show a little deference?”
“Deference?” She almost shrieked the word and jumped off his lap so she could smack him up the side of his foolish head. And then her inner voice and the fall down laughing inside her head made Rhiann slow her roll. In a flash she got it, and gave an audacious butt wiggle. This was a new wrinkle in their sexy time fun.
“Will this deference involve me on my knees?”
Confident she was playing his game, she mentally retreated a step to re-evaluate when he shook his head, no.
“Knowing where your passions lie, that’s hardly discipline Ms. Wilde, although an apology for being a handful that involves my cock in your mouth is worthy of consideration.”
She loved it when he got all gruff and bossy.
“The deference I had in mind is a test.”
Only Liam. She flashed him a quivering smirk. “A test? You do remember that I was an excellent student?”
He laughed and cupped her mound. “Actually, I was counting on your need to excel.”
Oh shit. What was she walking into?
“So what’s this test about?”
“Obeying.”
A thunderbolt of red-hot industrial strength lust exploded in her center and set her pussy on fire. Putting Liam and obey in the same sentence was a recipe for her complete mindless surrender.
This time when she chewed on her lip, it was from excitement and a touch of nervousness, because she had no doubt he intended to challenge her.
“Didn’t we agree not to step on my sister’s authority with Matthew?”
“Yes,” she grumbled. “But I wasn’t…”
He cut her off with a ravenous look and tsk’ed several times.
“You went behind her back. And mine.”
“But that’s what crazy sisters-in-law do.”
“Agreed.”
She did a double take. Well, if he agreed what was this all about?
Oh, wait.
“I’ll confess,” she assured him. “And accept the consequences.”
Tossing some kindling on the fire for shits and grins, she grumbled, “Sheesh. Such a fuss over a few mini Milky Ways.”
He grabbed her by the neck and dragged her mouth to his for a bruising kiss that left her panting and shaken.
“Stand up,” he commanded.
Rattled by the demanding kiss, she had to hold onto his shoulder when she got to her shaky feet or end up in a pile.
“What did you do Rhiann?”
“I broke a promise to Kelly.”
“What else?”
She rolled her eyes and gave a frustrated huff. “I made a four-year-old keep a secret.”
His broad grin and satisfied nod felt like winning first place in the spelling bee.
She knew the first time she surreptitiously dropped a couple of candy bar chubs for Matty that eventually she’d be caught out, but that didn’t stop her one bit. The kid was beyond cool and more fascinating than a marathon of How It’s Made TV shows. He was a miniature version of Liam—a comparison that triggered the mini candies to begin with.
Now to be honest, when she imagined getting caught she figured her secret antics would earn a scolding. Discipline, however, was a whole other universe. Truth be told, she rather enjoyed being on the receiving end of Liam getting his bad boy swagger on.
She wondered how far he’d take a discipline scenario and shivered at the delicious and filthy ideas her imagination supplied.
Note to self—buy more mini candies.
“I told you not to fuck with Kelly. It’s too soon, Rhiann. You really should have put a stopper in your foolishness, young lady.”
Oooh! Young lady? Yesssss. Continue.
“Did you not understand my wishes in this matter?”
Oh my god. She wanted to giggle so damn bad. He was using his, I’m the boss voice.
“No, I heard you, but…”
He stopped her with a look. A very hot, very licentious look.
In a deceptively smooth, quiet tone, he said, “I suggest you listen carefully and do as you’re told.”
She crossed her arms, cocked a hip, arched a brow and waited. From his place on the loveseat, he pinned her in place with his gaze.
“Ah, baby,” he murmured huskily, “just to be clear. Your attitude is writing checks your ass will have to pay.”
The giggle she tried so hard to suppress shot from her mouth.
“So be it,” he smirked. “Here’s how it’s going to go. Your dad told me once how when you girls were bad, really bad, Darcy would make you go fetch the naughty paddle.”
Oh my god. She was so going to kill her dad for telling him that. Had he shared this nonsense with Jax and Caleb too? Shit. She better text her sisters and give them a heads up. The naughty paddle. Sheesh.
“He was kidding,” she snorted.
“Well, I’m not.”
He didn’t say anything else. He just sat there and eyeballed her. The temptation to go further with some well-played brattiness was strong, but the pulse building in her pussy overrode the impulse. Whatever he had planned was going to be intense. And memorable.
Eager to get on with it, she gave in with some serious pouting, uncrossed her arms, stood straight and surrendered her gaze. Not quite meek—definitely not mild—but oh so ready and willing to play.
Liam chuckled.
Jerk. She so wanted to shoot off some well-deserved eyeshade but bit her lip instead.
“Go to the bedroom and bring me your Princess plug and the lube.”
Her knees wobbled just a bit. Inhaling sharply, she fought for composure when her lady parts reacted with heat and need.
“Uh…”
He cocked his head and frowned. “Something to say?”
“Nope.” He said this was a test on obeying. Holy fucking shit. She loved this part of the complicated man who stole her teenage heart. He didn’t show it often but when he did, well…
Turning, she executed the most graceful barefoot pirouette she could and marched off—head held high—toward their bedroom.
Out of sight once she turned the corner, Rhiann picked up speed until she was in a fast run. In their bedroom, she stopped and put a hand over her heart. Excitement made her chest heave. There would never come a time when he wouldn’t have that effect on her.
First stop? Bathroom. In less time than it took to sing the ABCs, she was relieved and had passed a cursory inspection. Hands washed, face spritzed with her favorite rose water spray, she leaned into the mirror to make sure she didn’t have spinach in her teeth.
Then it was back to the bedroom where she scurried around the huge bed to Liam’s side and opened the bottom drawer on his nightstand. Her heart pounded like a bass drum when she fished around until she found the small red velvet pouch containing the jeweled butt plug they picked out together.
Liam wanted a real diamond. She’d laughed and said, ‘Eww.’ In the end, they decided on a small device of smooth metal topped with a stunning blue crystal.
Grabbing the bottle of lube, she shut the drawer, took a breath, and returned to the living room where she found her lusty fiancé relaxed and man-spread across the entire loveseat. His expression suggested he thought himself king of the damn world.
Challenging him with her gaze, she held out both hands. One held the bottle of lubricant and from a finger of the other hand, the velvet pouch dangled.
“Good girl.”
Her answering grin was a reflex—a reflex she quickly tamped down. Playing a chastised, recalcitrant fiancée required a bit more finesse, so she channeled her inner Brianna Charles and laid it on thick.
He took the two things and put them next to his thigh. Then he gestured at her dress.
“Strip.”
How would her Broadway legend grandmother play this? Hmm.
She turned around slowly and presented her back for his viewing pleasure. Then she ran her hands down her curvy hips before reaching behind her head for the neckline hook. As she awkwardly maneuvered the zipper, he suddenly stood up and pushed her hands away. In one movement he lowered the zipper. She felt his hot breath on her shoulder blades, and then the tip of his finger traced squiggly lines between them.
She heard him sit down before commanding in a thick voice, “Continue.”
The close-fitting sheath dress had required a bit of ass wriggling before it slid past her hips. Stepping out of it, she gave the dress a toss. It landed expertly on a side chair.
For fun, she ran her fingers beneath the elastic on each leg for a bit of adjustment.
With a sigh, she turned her head and looked back at him. His in-your-face posture ratcheted her excitement level higher.
She reached for the snap on her bra, made quick work of it, and slid the sexy pink silk and lace down her arms. It too sailed through the air and landed with the dress.
Time for the big show. The ass reveal. She couldn’t help the eager shudder that wracked her body.
With excruciating slowness, she peeled the panties off her butt and bent forward when the scrap of silk wedged at her thighs. One audacious shimmy followed by several wiggles later and she was completely bent over while slipping the scrap of nothing off her feet, one at a time.
The panties didn’t make it to the chair. She was so turned on by that point that she barely had the ability to drop them where she stood. When she turned around, she was presented with a sober-faced Liam. He was holding the plug by the jeweled end. In his other hand was the lube. He handed the bottle to her and held up the plug.
Oh dear God. He was seriously killing her. The man had a dirty streak that meshed well with hers. Together they took their naughty fuckery to an eleven and then some.
Her hands trembled—visibly—as she flipped up the cap of the lube and gave a squeeze. A glob of the clear gel settled around the tip of the plug.
“Now turn around, bend over, and spread your cheeks apart.”
The bottle of lube dropped from her suddenly numb hands like a rock. She was shaking with an overload of arousal when she turned around and did what he commanded.
She felt vulnerable and exposed, bent over, her hands on either side of her ass, offering her body.
The sound of movement grabbed her attention. He placed a warm, wet kiss on each side of her cheeks.
“Relax,” he demanded in a gruff, sexy voice.
The plug teased her hole, the lube felt cold at first and then all she felt was desire. He played her arousal like a maestro until she was moaning and desperate. The plug slid in, and she quaked with need.
“Stand up and turn around.”
When she complied, Rhiann saw and heard his sharp hissing inhale. She didn’t need a mirror to know her face was a mask of desperate need.
“For both our pleasure, I’m going to fuck you with the plug in.”
She was shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.
“But first, a lesson. Over my knee Rhiann.”
He made no effort to assist when she struggled into position. She grabbed a side pillow, shoved it under her face, and wiggled around until her bottom was presented for discipline.
Yep. No question about it. She was going to like this perhaps more than was appropriate.
Liam knew how to get maximum effect from a spanking. He warmed up her skin with slow, greedy caresses, interspersed by his hand smacking her ass. She moaned and hung on as the fire he built became a roaring inferno.
Following a volley of spanks that left her quaking, his fingers slipped between her legs and tested. First one and then a second finger probed her pussy and found a flood of arousal.
He fingered her until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Liam, please.”
Suddenly, she was lifted off his lap. Rhiann sank to the floor on her knees and begged him with her eyes to take her.
Liam stood up less than a foot from her face and stripped naked. As each inch of skin was uncovered, she quivered more. When his majestic cock was revealed, she melted with excitement.
He sat back down, did a modified man spread, held his cock up and instructed her to get on. She was up, on him and spreading her thighs wide in a heartbeat. He didn’t wait for her to dilly dally and shoved her onto his cock at the same time that he bucked upward.
The sensation of him filling her pussy while the plug was in her ass was excruciatingly sexy. And tight.
He groaned as he sank into her body and muttered a harsh, “Fuck.”
Right away she started to unravel. Heat and liquid desire flooded her. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she moaned long and loud when he tugged and pinched her nipples as she rode.
In no time at all, she was stroking to climax. Riding him with abandon, Rhiann let the shivering intensity sweep her away. Chanting his name in a series of earthy grunts, she came with mind-blowing intensity with his cock buried deep inside her. As her muscles clenched and spasmed, she was acutely aware of the plug and how big Liam was.
He pulled her against him as her orgasm calmed and bit her—hard. She quivered.
“My turn,” he growled before wrapping an arm around her waist and flipping her until she was flat on her back and he was in the dominant position. Then, he put his hands in the crook of her knees, pushed them back and started fucking for all he was worth.
The plug made her pussy tighten. He demonstrated his appreciation by stroking harder—faster.
He licked her nipples and bit each one. The loveseat was too small to do much more than hang on.
He pulled back until his cock almost slid out, but quickly thrust forward. The fourth time she lost it. A second orgasm, stronger than the first, came from nowhere. She howled.
Liam paused. His chest was heaving and his voice harsh when he asked, “Are you okay?”
“Oh fuck, Liam. Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”
That’s all he needed to hear. The rest was deep, dirty, hard and wet. When it was over, they were shaking uncontrollably.
He pulle
d his spent cock from her body. A groan of regret from both of them marked the moment. He rolled her to the side and gently removed the plug.
“Your ass is beautifully pink.” He kissed her cheeks and licked the hot skin. “Can you sit up?”
She struggled to sit and pushed her hair away from her face. He took her by the chin and made her look at him. He was smiling. “Are you going to break the rules again?”
Her ass was sore from the spanking, but if he wanted to go for a second round, she was ready, so she winked and made a face.
“Oh, absolutely.”
He kept hold of her chin as he kissed her with aggressive passion, then laughed and sat back. She wasn’t sure what his reaction would be, but his wicked smirk told her she had nothing to worry about.
“Good girl,” he cheered. “If your ass is up for it, I say, you go gurl.”
She cracked up, and so did he.
Life was good.
Roman devoured the last of the gooey barbecue ribs, used a napkin the size of a beach towel to wipe his face, and sat back with a satisfied grunt.
“You know what they say, right?”
He glanced at the woman across the table and gave her a dry look. “Depends on who ‘they’ are.”
Domineau offered a sneer and a husky laugh. “Fuck you, Bishop. Ya’ just walked all over my kick ass comment by being a pain in my English-speaking ass.”
“Oh, shit. My bad. Go on then. What thigh slapper did you have in mind?”
She tossed her napkin onto the carnage of two destroyed platters of ribs and gave him the finger. “It’s not funny now, you douche canoe.”
“No, no,” he encouraged. “Go ahead. I promise not to laugh.”
She moved, and her chair scraped the floor as it shoved back a few inches. Shades of the Domineau he first met—back in the day—stared back at him when she put a booted foot on her knee and crossed her arms over her chest. The pose dared him to be a dick.
“They say,” she snickered with heavy emphasis, “that if your face isn’t a wet, gooey mess, you aren’t doing it right.”
For the briefest second, he was flabbergasted by her attempt to be funny but recovered quickly and let out a barking laugh.
“Do you talk that way to my girlfriend?”
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