Page 58 of Reckless Seduction
“Found her, I see.” Kiernan strides out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.
“Aye,” Seamus confirms cheekily as he sets me down on my feet. “Thought she could escape us and hide away.”
Kiernan beams. “And here I thought we could give our good girl a reward.”
Fuck me, those two words are like a fucking spell.
“I was too a good girl,” I tell them obstinately. “I was very good. Ask Nan.”
The twins laugh. “I don’t think we can trust your word, lass.”
Well, shit.
“Look here, mister,” my eyes narrow playfully at him, “I’ll have you know I was on my best behavior. I deserve orgasms.”
The twins stare at each other in shocked silence for a moment at my words. I have been forward with them before, but not this much. It is not my area of expertise, and the twins are more than happy to take control.
“Oh, did you hear that, brother?” Seamus smirks, the hunger in his eyes sending a shiver of desire to my core. “Our lady wants orgasms.”
“Lots of them,” I make sure to add.
Kiernan raises a brow at his brother. “Lots of them, indeed,mo fraochÚn beag.”
And there goes my inner hussy and her cartwheels.
“Better start stripping if you want those orgasms, wildcat.” Seamus winks at me. He digs around in the nightstand by the bed as I all but tear my clothes from my body until I am standing naked before them. Seamus drops an unmarked bottle on the bed and then proceeds to remove his own clothes. All Kiernan has to do is drop his towel.
The two exchange a few silent glances before Kiernan nods and strides to the edge of the bed and sits. He lies back against the soft duvet, his hands resting behind his head.
“Go on, wildcat,” Seamus urges. “You want orgasms?”
I nod my head enthusiastically, no doubt resembling one of those bobbleheads on a dashboard.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes, sir.” This time, there is no tension in my words when I utter that phrase. The past week has taught me that it is not about them trying to degrade or humiliate. It is just their kink. Even now, I can see how those two words affect Kiernan as he lies before me, waiting.
“Good girl.”
Yep. I can completely understand how words affect them. Because their praise affects me. I crawl up on the mattress, licking my lips at the sight of Kiernan’s erect cock. I give him a slow, smooth stroke, relishing in the feel of his hard, silky shaft beneath my hand. He groans at the contact, and a heady sensation fills me at how much I affect this man. Not just with my words, but with my touch.
Hands grip my waist, shifting me until Kiernan’s cock is directly in front of my face, and my pussy is hovering over his.
“Wait…” A low moan leaves my lips at the feel of Kiernan’s tongue swiping along my center. Mother Theresa on a biscuit. My pussy clenches, and a hot static surge of electricity shoots up my body. He digs his hands into my ass, pulling my dripping cunt closer to his mouth. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending another spike of desire through me.
“Take him in your mouth,a stóre,” Seamus commands huskily. “Get him nice and ready.” Without hesitating, I suck him down like my next breath, refusing to play the coy, naïve woman I have been before. Kiernan calls me his little whore, and fuck if I am not going to own it.
Because I can. Inside these four walls, there is never any shame for the wanton desire I seem to possess. They encourage me to explore and push my boundaries without judging. It might seem like they have all the control, but the truth is, I do. I am the one who decides our boundaries and when things need to stop. And I know they will always listen.
I can slowly feel the edge approaching. My pending orgasm hanging on by a thread, and I roll my hips against Kiernan’s face to try to ease myself over. But the Irish asshat is not having it.
“Not until we say so, Bailey.” Seamus picks me up like a rag doll, holding me to him, his lips meeting mine. The rustling of the bedding tells me Kiernan has moved.
“Time for the main event.”
Seamus tosses me down on the bed and cocks his head in the direction of his brother, who is now settled back against the headboard.
“Take him for a ride, baby.”
