Page 11 of Reckless Seduction
“This is home now,” he whispers in my ear, fingers dancing along my pussy lips before a low, slow moan escapes me when he circles my clit. If my face isn’t already red from the heat of the shower, it sure as hell is now. “And you can either be a good little girl who gets rewarded or a bad little girl who gets punished. Understood?”
I nod, gasping when he increases the speed of his fingers against the little button of pleasure.
“Words, Bailey.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe.
“Good girl.”
My fucking harlot of a pussy clenches at those two words.
Hussy.
My hands grip his shoulders as my legs shake. His fingers rub me furiously, causing pleasure to roll through my body like a tidal wave. Just before it crests, he stops.
Kiernan chuckles at the small whimper that leaves my lips, then brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting me.
“Delicious, my little whore.” He pulls me out of the shower spray, ignoring my attempts to shove him off. I am not his whore. Growling, he spins me around and slaps his palm onto my ass.
What in holy hellfire?
“Enough,” he growls. “Stand still, or I’ll do more than spank your pert ass.”
Some of the fight leaves me, having been sufficiently cowed at being spanked like an errant child. I nod, chastised, hoping that if I play along just a bit longer, I’ll be free of this prison. All I have to do is wait.
FOUR
Bailey’s skinis slippery from the water and soft beneath my touch as I let my hands explore her lush curves. This woman’s body is built for sex. Built to be worshipped. The top of her head barely reaching my shoulders.
I reach behind her, noting the slight flinch when I lean in and grab a bottle of shampoo. She will come to learn that, although I will punish her, I will never hurt her or beat her. That isn’t something my family stands for.
Turning the bottle upside down, I empty some into my palm before massaging the lather into her hair and scalp. She is stiff beneath my ministrations, her arms tight against her chest, muscles clenched. Once I am sure her hair is clean and vomit-free, I dip her head beneath the stream of water until it is completely rinsed and start on the body wash.
“You’re so fucking soft,” I whisper, once again exploring her body, massaging soap onto her shoulders and arms. Her breasts are next, and I take my time, gently kneading each one, rubbing my thumbs over her petal-pink nipples until they are standing at attention.
Bailey hasn’t said a word, but her breathing picks up, her body subtly shifting as I toy with her. I let one hand continue working her breasts while I slide the other between her legs.
“Open for me,mo fraochÚn beag.”
She resists at first, clenching her legs together tightly. Sighing, I pinch her inner thigh. A small squeal of surprise falls from her beautiful lips as she tightens her thighs against my intrusion.
“Remember, Bailey,” I remind her as I cup her sex. She lets out a soft moan. I doubt she even realizes what she’s done. “Good girls get rewarded. So open your legs.”
A beat hangs in the air between us. The conflict is written across her face, plain as day. This woman may be one of the city’s best reporters, but she hangs her emotions out to dry for everyone to see. With a small sigh, she parts her legs willingly.
Licking my lips, I stare down between us. She has a soft triangular patch of hair leading down to the cleft of her pussy, which is neatly shaven. Just how my brother and I like it. Neither Seamus nor I subscribe to a completely shaven snatch. Makes a woman’s pussy look like a naked mole rat.
Running my hands over her pussy, I gently clean her before caressing them across her lush, pert ass.
God. The things this woman does to me without knowing.
I was prepared to do my duty when I saw her in the alleyway. She is a witness. A loose end. We rarely take out women, but a reporter is different. They are sharks in the water, and many of them can’t be easily threatened or bribed.
Then she fought back. The second she took a swing at me, I was a goner. My cock had never been harder.
I’ve fucked plenty of women, but it was always more for release than anything else. I never held any type of connection with them, and I rarely fuck a woman more than once. I dip myfingers in the crease of Bailey’s ass. She tenses before her body relaxes slightly.
“Good girl,” I praise her as I slip a finger into her tight hole. The beautiful girl whimpers but makes no attempt to stop me or push me away as I plunge my finger slowly in and out.
