He bends and brushes his lips to my neck, his movements sure and confident. My head drops to the side, welcoming this kiss, and his purposeful ministrations. He suckles the skin, and I keen with pleasure.
“Mmm,” I whisper, my body teeming with heat and pleasure.
“Come here,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to ride me with the sunrise.”
He sits heavily on the sofa and positions me in front of him, staring at me as he rolls a condom on. My mouth is dry, and my pulse races.
“I want to know everything,” he says. “What happened to the girl I knew.”
My heart stutters to a halt. No. No, I don’t want him to ask me that.
“Even I don’t remember her.” My voice is distant and hollow. I close my eyes and look down at the floor, but he doesn’t stop. He reaches for my hand.
“What makes you tick. What you hope, what you dream.”
I have no hopes. I have no dreams, beyond survival from one day to the next.
He takes my hands and glides me onto his lap. “I want to know what you like, and what you don’t. What you want, and what you need.”
“Right now,” I say with a teasing smile. “This girl wants your thick cock to fill her needy little pussy.”
He chuckles, and arranges me so I’m straddling him. “We can arrange that, babe.”
His eyes bore into mine as he glides his cock to my entrance. Just the very tip, then more still.
“Fuck,” he grates. “You’re so fucking tight. So wet for me, aren’t you?”
I can only whimper in response. I help him ease into me, and slowly glide myself down onto his hardened cock.
“Yes,” I moan, already spasming with pleasure. “Yes, please.”
He lifts my hips, then slams them back down on his cock.
“Ride me, Aisling.”
I move without conscious thought, needing his cock and this friction, over and over again, while he reaches for my nipples and strokes them. Every touch shoots pleasure through my body, as he glides my hips up and down, the walls of my pussy clenching his shaft. My body convulses over him, but I keep my position, whimpering and grinding my needy pussy on his cock.
Light from the window streams inside, illuminating my body like a spotlight in pinks and gold hues. He bends and licks my nipple. “Like tasting a moonbeam,” he muses, while I build a rhythm up and down his length.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”
His hands reach for my breasts, his thumbs graze my nipples, and I whimper. “Jesus.”
“Don’t you dare come,” he says, his gaze locked on mine. “Not unless I give you permission.”
I whimper and nod. “Yes,” I groan. “Okay, yes.”
He lifts my hips and slams me back down over his cock, over and over again, and I move along with him, eager for the pressure, nearly begging for release.
“I mean it,” he says warningly. “If you dare come before I say, I’ll punish you. Is that what you want?”
I whimper and rock my hips. “Oh, God,” I whimper. “I… I don’t know.”
His eyes darken, his brows snapping together. “Trust me, Aisling. You don’t want me to punish you.”
Even the words “punish you” sends pulsing desire straight through me.
My need to come gets damn near frantic, and I’m moving quicker up and down his shaft.
He growls in warning, pinching my nipples so hard it’s painful, but Jesus, it only makes me need to come even more. I can’t stop it. The waves of pleasure are coming hard and fast, and I couldn’t stop them if I tried. I don’t want him to punish me, though.
“Please, Tiernan, please,” I beg, even as the spasms ripple through me.
“Come,” he orders, his fingers grasping my nipples like clamps. “Come.”
I scream with the power of the orgasm, my core contracts, and I whimper and moan as pleasure ripples through me. I can’t breathe or think, my body’s so tight with the spasms of pleasure. Bliss shoots through my limbs, and I can hardly keep my position, as he growls and his own release lashes into the condom.
My screams and his join as we ride this out, until I slump onto him, our bodies still one. I’m panting, my sweat-slicked skin against his as he holds and rocks me.
“Motherfucker,” he murmurs appreciatively. “Look at you.” I’m trembling as he holds me, and this time, I don’t think it’s from withdrawal.
He brushes my damp hair off my cheek, and kisses me. “You’re exquisite.”
I sigh, letting his praise warm me through. I can’t do much more than nod against him, since I’m boneless and apparently speechless as well.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers in my ear.
I shake my head. “I’m not,” I say, suddenly overcome with emotion. “You’ve probably got a warrant for your arrest because of me.” He can’t call me his good girl. I’m not.
He holds me to him. “Don’t worry about that. It will work out.”
“But it’s my fault…”
He runs his fingers through my hair.
“I said it will work out.”
I close my mouth, a strange sense of peace coming over me.
Am I… sober?
“Today should be easier than the last, Aisling. I want you to get some rest now.” He moves me off of him and brings me to the bathroom. We clean up in silence, then he leads me back to bed and tucks me in. “I’ll get some food and bring it up. You rest.”
I lay my head on the pillow. How did I never notice how fragrant it was, how soft and silky? I sigh. It’s so comfortable here.
He finishes cleaning up and gets dressed. My eyes are so heavy. I realize he’s walking out of the room, but I can barely manage to open one eye to watch him. The heavy click of a deadbolt sounds.
He might’ve had sex with me for hours on end last night.
I sigh.
That doesn’t mean he trusts me, though. I close my eyes, and exhaustion takes over.
Chapter 9
Tiernan
I leave her sleeping, shut the door behind me, and breathe a sigh of relief. She’s sated for now. Exhausted.
Cormac gave me good advice.
I’ve got locks on all the doors and windows, so even though she’s my prisoner, she won’t be able to get out even if she wants to.
Does she want to?
It’s early morning, but the staff will have breakfast laid out in the dining room. I’m not even sure what she likes.
“Brother.”
The greeting comes from behind me, and I jump. Keenan grins.
“Didn’t mean to startle you,” he says. “Came up to talk to you. You going down for breakfast?”
“Aye.”
He looks at the locked door, and at the guards on either side. “The girl in there?”
I nod. “She’s locked in my bed, dead asleep.”
He nods thoughtfully and walks with me down the length of the hall. Keenan knows something.
“What is it, Keenan?”
He looks up at me in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“You found something out. We can all tell when you’re hiding something, you know.”