Page 34 of Reckless Seduction
His hand reaches out to press the button of the elevator. It immediately opens with a small chime of a bell.
What the fuck?
He ready does have magic fingers.
“Kiernan,” I plead with him softly, hoping to soften him toward me. “I’m sorry. I was just upset.”
More silence.
Blood boils in my veins at his silent treatment. At least I am attempting an olive branch. My hands continue to beat uselessly against his back as he lugs me out of the elevator. “Let go of me, you asshole,” I swear at him, my frustration mounting until it snaps. “You can’t do this. Put me down, Kiernan.”
“I love it when you say my name,mo fraochÚn beag.” He chuckles darkly. “But I like it more when you scream it.”
“Fuck you,” I sneer. “If you think I’m going to be screaming your name, you are dead fucking wrong.”
The man has the nerve to just laugh, as if I told him a joke. I can’t deny, however, that the sound is dark and delicious. It emanates from deep in his chest, the vibrations travelingthrough my body, causing my thighs to clench together tightly. Kiernan’s hand comes up to swat my ass again, causing a gasp to fall from my lips as he continues to stride toward our room.
Our room?Why did I sayour? Jesus, talk about Stockholm syndrome. I’ve been captive for less than a day. Fucking wonderful.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Opening the door to the room, he slides us in, mindful of my head, and kicks it shut behind him. “I promise you will be screaming my name. Whether it’s in pain or ecstasy is going to be up to you.”
“You think your father will just let you beat me?” I snarl. Another chuckle from below me.
“Seamus and I don’t beat women, Bailey,” he tells me, his tone turning serious. “But we do punish them when they misbehave. And my father has the same view on punishment as I do. You won’t find any help from him.”
Great, an entire family teeming with controlling and dominating men, and somehow, I ended up in the sights of two of them. When we enter the bedroom, he sets me on my feet and tears at my clothes.
“I’m not your sweetheart,” I object as I push at his hands. He ignores my futile attempt to stop him, and before I know it, the man has me completely naked before him.
“Do you remember what I told you when I first brought you up here?” he asks as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. My eyes follow the trail of his hands as he pops one button after another until the broad expanse of his chest is revealed. Neither he nor Seamus is built as thick as Dashkov, but they hold a lean, agile power that sets my panties on fire. If I were wearing any.
“Um…” I falter a moment when his hands settle on his belt buckle. My inner hussy is priming herself, but I am not about to give it up so easily… again. “Something about being a controlling jackass, if I remember correctly.”
He smirks, his eyes darkening, pupils dilating with uncontrolled hunger. We haven’t fucked yet, but I can feel the tension mounting, and sooner or later, it will snap. The question is, do I want it to?
The clink of his belt buckle sounds in the quiet room, and I lick my lips at the thought of what comes next as he slides it through his belt loops. Dread and anticipation coil in the pit of my stomach.
“Good girls get rewarded,” he growls, pushing me to my knees. The carpet is soft on my skin, and I relish the burn it will give me later. “Bad girls get punished.”
Looking up at him through my long lashes, I smirk as I remove his hardened member from the confines of his black pants, giving it a few strong strokes. The feel of his metal piercings along the shaft feels odd in my hands, but not in a bad way.
If Kiernan thinks I will shy away from sex, he is wrong.
Inner hussy is practically melted on the floor, giddy with excitement about what those piercings mean for our pussy. There are seven of them in total. Fuck me, my luck is finally turning around. I am a second away from adopting one of her spread-eagle poses and telling him to take me like one of his French girls.
Maybe that is supposed to be paint?
Nah, my saying is definitely better.
“This doesn’t seem like much of a punishment,” I purr in what I hope is a seductive manner. I don’t have much experience in this particular area, but I am desperate to take some control of my own. To show him I’m not one of the weak submissives he is no doubt used to.
“Remind me later you said that.” His hand tangles in my hair, pulling at my scalp, the rush of pain only increasing the desire pooling in my core. The snapping of his belt causes my pussyto clench. The rigid edges bite into my skin as the worn leather wraps around the back of my neck. Kiernan tugs on it, forcing me to look up at him, my hand still gripping his length. He widens his feet and steps closer.
“I don’t think you’ll be feeling the same way when you’re choking on my cock, begging me for air,mo fraochÚn beag.”
“Wait…” Before I can utter another word, he thrusts into my mouth. I gag and choke as he shoves his hardened steel rod in as far as he can before sliding out again, only to repeat the process several more times.
Tears sting the backs of my eyes. My nails dig into the backs of his thighs as he pistons his hips again and again, each time hitting the back of my throat. It’s a calculated move. He tells me he’ll choke me, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.
