Punishing Me (Shaft on Tour #6)

by Cat Mason

  Ireland wants me.

  “Tell me.” My hand slips inside her bottoms, squeezing her ass. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do, Ireland.”

  “I hate you,” she whispers, her eyes drifting closed. “My skin crawls every time you touch me.”

  “Liar,” I reply, rocking into her and squeezing her ass again. “You said that right before I slipped my fingers into your pussy and felt you clamp down on me. Go on, tell me you hate me, baby,” I say, my fingers running down between the cheeks of her ass. “Your body doesn’t seem to agree with you.”

  “Bastard.”

  My smile spreads and she shivers, swallowing hard. “Spread your legs for me,” I taunt her, my middle finger teasing her entrance. “You’re wet already, aren’t you?” I ask, sliding my finger inside her when she opens herself to me without hesitation. I can see the wheels turning in her head as she licks her lips. She knows what is coming, and what’s more, she wants it as much as I do.

  “Why are you doing this?” she asks, so quietly that I almost miss it.

  “Because,” I tell her, nipping at her jaw with my teeth. “I can’t stop wondering what your pussy tastes like.”

  Cupping the back of her head, I pull her mouth to mine. It’s explosive. Ireland’s arm comes up around my neck, anchoring herself to me, while the other slides into the waistband of my pants and grabs my cock. My fingers yank at the tie behind her head, ready to rid her of the scraps of red fabric that are keeping me from getting my hands and mouth on her naked body.

  Scanning the yard, my eyes land on the little gazebo looking shower house we have never used. The thing is barely big enough for two people, but the blooming ivy covering the lattice and wood work makes it nearly impossible to see inside unless you walk right up on it.

  “Let’s take this party on the road,” I say, slipping my finger from her pussy and hoisting her up by her ass. “I don’t want to be interrupted.”

  Ireland’s lips go to my neck, sucking in a patch of skin when my cock loses her hand. She finds a torturous rhythm. Kiss, lick, suck, bite. Fuck. My knees nearly buckle. My cock aches to be inside her, wanting to hear my name on her lips again when I make her come.

  Barreling into the gazebo like a madman, I settle Ireland down on her feet long enough to rip my shirt over my head. “Here?” Ireland scans the floor and the room around us, her brow arching. “What if there’s a snake, or bugs? Dominick, I swear if something bites me, they’ll be shipping you home to your mother in a cardboard box.” Ignoring her smart-ass comment, I rip her top off, tossing it to the floor. My eyes and hands go straight to her tits. Cupping them both in my hands, I run my thumbs over her nipples, smiling when they harden further from my touch.

  Not wanting to waste any time, my hands slide down her ribs, yanking the ties free to the bottoms. They fall to the concrete floor, exposing her to my greedy eyes completely. Unable to help myself, I drop to my knees.

  “Goddamn.” Grabbing her hips, I pull her body to me.

  Diving face first into her pussy, I lick and suck at her clit like a man starved. A moan rumbles from her lips, nearly making me blow my load. “That’s the sexiest sound I have ever fucking heard,” I growl against her skin, earning me another moan.

  Knocking my hat off, she grips my hair with both hands, tugging the strands to the point of pain. She rocks her hips into my face, arching her body to put my mouth where she wants it. Shifting her, I ease her body back onto the wooden shower seat in the corner. Licking my lips, I meet her eyes. “It’s so cute when you try to take control.”

  Sliding her hips to the edge of the seat, I spread her thighs wide. Ireland’s eyes are locked on my finger as it runs the length of her pussy. My thumb flicks her clit before circling it slowly. Her grip tightens on my hair, trying to get what she wants. “Ask me.”

  “What?” she asks, her eyes widening.

  “Ask me to eat your pussy, Ireland.” My thumb spreads her wetness down and presses against her asshole. Her head tips back to the lattice wall, lips falling open as she breathes.

  “You can’t be serious right now,” she mumbles breathlessly.

  “Dead serious,” I say, pressing my thumb into her asshole slowly.

  Her hips jolt, but I grip her tighter with my other hand, holding her in place. My thumb eases in and out of her ass, slowly, while I watch her. Her body shifts, desperate for more, but I refuse her. I want to hear her say the words.

  “Please,” she sighs, blowing out a breath.

  “What was that?” Her body tenses, desperate for release. My fingers run down her thigh, spreading her as wide as I can. “I’m not sure I heard you. Can you speak up?”

  “Please!” she cries.

  My lips lock around her clit as my thumb fucks her ass. Her body trembles with every flick of my tongue. Her moans and pants become louder and faster with every second. The buildup is fucking beautiful.

  “Fuck,” she hisses, pulling at my hair and clawing at my back like some rabid goddamn tiger. “Make me come, Dominick. That’s so fucking good!”

  Yeahm it is. But I guarantee something else would be better.

  “Like hell,” I say, shoving her away. Pushing to my feet, I yank her into my arms. “I’ve been thinkin’ about you ridin’ my cock for too long to let you come on my face, baby.”

  Shoving the last of my clothes down my thighs, I sit back on the bench seat and slam her down on my cock. Her finger nails dig into my shoulders and forearms as her body wraps around me like a glove. Slamming her mouth to mine, she arches her back as she ravages my mouth like an animal. With every roll of her hips, I thrust up into her, wanting to be as deep inside her as fucking possible. Her heat feels like it will consume me and leave me in a pile of ash when it’s over, but I don’t care. The way our bodies slide together like puzzle pieces feels way too fucking good to stop.

  My hands roam her back, sliding down to palm her ass. I guide her up and down as she fucks me. Reaching out, she grabs the woodwork behind me, her fingers wrapping around the lattice. Ripping my lips from hers, I bury my face in her neck. My lips and tongue moving along her still damp skin, tasting as much of her sweetness as I can.

  My phone vibrates against my leg, but I’m too close to coming to stop now. If someone is dead, I’m sure they can wait the five seconds it will take to shoot my load into Ireland. My poor blue balls can’t take another disappointment. They’ve done all pre-flight checks and loaded the chamber. It’s time for lift off.

  “Is someone coming?” Ireland whispers, her lips brushing my ear.

  My fingers tighten on her ass, slamming her down on me harder and harder in perfect time with my pumping hips. Any other time, I’d be drawing this out and giving her the ride of her life, but my dick is running this rodeo. He and my balls can go in on a gift basket or something. “Yep. Me,” I say, clamping my teeth down on her shoulder. The bite of pain makes her crazy. Her hips buck wildly, her pelvis slamming into mine so hard, the bench seat creaks beneath us.

  “Ah!” she cries out, her body shaking against mine. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

  Fisting her hair in my hand, I kiss her. Her eyes lock on mine, exploding like fucking fireworks. The look in her eyes is all I need to finish me off and send me over the edge. The passion in the depths of those beautiful fucking blue eyes is like a jolt straight to my dick. Unable to stop it, I bite down on her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth. Her cries swallowed as I thrust up into her one last time and come hard.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Bacon’s Holy Bosom

  Ireland

  “When did the music stop?” I ask breathlessly. Releasing my hold on the wall, I place my feet on the concrete floor and ease myself off him.

  “Mike, I’m tellin’ ya, brother, it’s a real church.” The sound of Hunter’s voice echoes through the yard and into the little shower house. Peeking through the lattice and ivy, I can see them crossing the yard and heading this way. “Peace can be found in bacon’s holy, heav
ing bosom.”

  “Heaving?”

  “Tits heave,” Hunter fires back. “The rise and fall of a great rack is one of the many reasons they are so comforting.”

  My heart leaps into my throat, breath lodging in my chest. Looking up at the doorway, my eyes fly wide. “Dominick, there’s no door on your sex shanty,” I hiss, scooping up my bikini at our feet. “What are you doing?” I shriek when he doesn’t move. “Put your dick away. He doesn’t need a congratulatory high five,” I say, even though I’m sure my vagina would love to pat him on the back for a job well done.

  Dominick blinks lazily, a goofy as hell smile spreading across his face as he watches me fumble back into my suit. I must have fucked him so hard I scrambled his brain cells. That’s a new personal best for me. Too bad I don’t have time to sit back and enjoy it.

  Tying the fabric straps as tightly as I can, the top still droops, my nipples playing peek-a-boo with each rise and fall of my chest. “Thanks a lot, assclown,” I say looking down. “Now it’s all stretched out.”

  His eyes focus, zeroing in on my mostly exposed chest. Pushing to his feet, he shoves his still partially erect dick back in his pants. Groaning, he grabs his shirt and pulls it down over my head, the hem hitting me mid-thigh. “Can’t have you walkin’ out there like that.”

  Stepping closer, he cups my face in his hands. His nose brushes over mine before he presses his lips to mine, his tongue darting out to taste my bottom lip. The tender moment has my heart fluttering like a butterfly in a glass jar. It sends memories flooding back, sweet pieces of our past that, most days, I long to forget because with them come pain and loss.

  “Mack!” Hunter shouts, his voice sounding closer. “Shit, man, Henry’s gonna be pissed if he jumped the fence and got picked up by animal control or some shit.”

  “I’ll show that fucker animal control,” Dominick growls against my lips before pulling back. “I disappear for five minutes and suddenly there’s a search party.”

  “Well,” I say, running my fingers over his biceps. “You are the one running the show right now. I assume people become concerned when the top dog disappears, first full day on the job, to have sex.”

  “Top dog?” he asks, his brows knitting together. “Is that an animal control joke? If so, it’s not even a little bit funny.”

  “No,” I assure him. Turning away from his touch, I head for the door. “Well, as much fun as sex in a possibly bug and snake infested structure has been, we can’t hide out here forever like two kids waiting to be busted by their parents.”

  “Ireland,” he says, reaching out to grab my arm. “Wait a minute.”

  “Or,” I shrug, “you can hide out in here. I’ll tell Hunter and Mike I saw you chasing the mail man with that crazed, fury demon they call a dog.”

  His arm flies out again to grab me, but I manage to skirt through his fingers and out the door. “Shit,” he curses. “Why can’t you listen to me just one damn time?”

  “Hey, you seen Mack?” Hunter asks, spotting me the second my feet hit the walk. “Tried calling his cell, but no answer. Mike wanted to check in with him before we head over to the hospital and the girls are anxious to get over there.”

  “Right here,” Dominick calls from behind me. Jogging past me, he stops just shy of the guys, not even glancing back in my direction. “Just getting in a quick sweep of the grounds. Can’t be too careful, you know.”

  “Damn right,” Hunter nods, his eyes shifting from Dominick, to the shower house, then back to Dominick. “Can’t be too careful when it comes to shady side buildings.” As I walk by them, Hunter’s eyes land on me. He smirks, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “Nice shirt. Bit big for you, if you ask me.”

  “Didn’t ask you,” I toss out, glancing at them over my shoulder. Hunter laughs, but Mack just stares at me, saying nothing.

  Not wanting to stick around for the conversation to follow, or Hunter’s attempt at a witty comeback, I head into the house to wash the chlorine out of my hair and change clothes. It’s also the perfect excuse to get some much needed space from Dominick to process what has happened and get my thoughts together before I see him again.

  I honestly had no idea what to make of his confrontation and his sudden need to know how I felt about him after all these years. Regardless of their truth, just the idea of saying the words out loud make me want to throw up. Feeling something this deep for someone, and actually speaking it freely, are two totally different things. I have learned, in keeping it contained, I control how much power someone has to hurt me.

  Dominick caused a lot of damage, leading to this valuable lesson. But, no matter how much I was determined to hate him, the love I have felt for him never faded. I put on a brave face, swallowed hard, and didn’t let anyone see how deeply losing him cut me. Though, inside, the wounds have never healed. As vicious and resentful as I could be, there has always been a part of me that longs for him to want me the way I have always wanted him.

  That has left me in an impossible situation.

  Willingly, I put my hand in the fire. Even as a teenager I knew he was bad, but I saw something good. Something that, even on the loneliest of nights, could keep me warm. Though I have been burned before, even now, I can’t resist the flame that burns behind those blue eyes and arrogant smile.

  Dominick is intoxicating. Simply being near him, touching him; it’s a high that drowns out the rest of the world.

  “Oh!” Daisy says, nearly running me down in the hallway. “Sorry, I thought you were Cama—” She stops talking mid-sentence, her eyes taking in my disheveled appearance. “He didn’t.” Shaking her head, she sighs loudly. “You’re not going to quit now too, are you?”

  “Excuse me?” I ask, completely confused as to what the hell she is going on about.

  Her blue eyes go sad, sympathetic even. “When he pulled this shit with the nanny we had before hiring Rae, she quit immediately after we caught them in the act and Mack dismissed her like a dirty shirt.”

  “Did he?” I force out, the inside of my mouth feeling like it’s full of cotton.

  “Told her she was irrelevant and replaceable,” Daisy nods. “Poor girl was devastated.”

  Jerking the curtains open, she stares out the window at the guys still talking in the yard. Hunter laughs, saying something to Dominick before they bump fists. Hunter starts thrusting his hips, whipping his arm above his head like some kind of deranged sideshow clown. Dominick laughs, slapping a chuckling Mike on the back as they cheer Hunter on.

  He didn’t.

  He wouldn’t.

  Oh my God! I am just one big joke to them. I can feel my face begin to flame. Embarrassment and shame for being, yet again, so blind to Dominick’s bullshit has me ready to run and hide in a hole somewhere.

  “Great. Just fucking great.” Releasing the curtains, she drops her hand and stares up at the ceiling. Taking a breath, she finally meets my eyes, and exhales. “Not only did Darryl have sex in the yard somewhere, but he’s out there bragging about it already.”

  “Darryl?” I ask, completely confused. “You mean Dom—”

  “No!” Chase shouts from behind me. “She means Darryl.”

  For fucks sake, how many nicknames does he have?

  “Honey,” Daisy says, pity filling her voice. Oh great. Just what I need. Sympathetic girl talk. Key part of the word is pathetic. “I’m so sorry. I know what it’s like to be lied to and be hurt like this.”

  “The nerve of him,” Chase seethes, coming up and wrapping an arm around me. “Hurting you, not just once, but to go back years later for more. I’d kill him.”

  My mind spins, my stomach nearly leaping into my throat as soon as the words leave her lips. He told them? I never told anyone anything that happened between us. I was too mortified, too hurt by the heartbreak of being deceived. I should have known manwhore Mack would be all too eager to brag about banging the rockstar before she made it big.

  Hell, he popped my cherry, long before I signed with a
band or label. I am sure Hunter bought a round of beers to congratulate him on his mad skills.

  “As much as I hate to cut this chat short,” I say, brushing by them, “I gotta wash this chlorine out of my hair before it ruins my streaks. Give everyone my best at the hospital, will ya?”

  Making it to my room without running into anyone else, I toss the shirt to the bed, throw my ruined suit into the trash, and jump in the shower. I can still smell him on me, his scent now mixing with my body scrub. Applying more to my loofah, I scrub until my skin turns red. If I close my eyes, I can still feel his hands, his mouth, on every inch of me. Even with the water as hot as I can get it, goosebumps rise over my flesh as my hands move over where his hands were only moments ago A dull ache hums between my thighs, my body hungry for him again already, aching for another fix.

  Why does he have such a hold on me?

  “Get a grip, would ya?” I scold myself, rinsing off quickly and shutting off the water. “You’re not desperate for dick.”

  Drying off, I dig through my clothes and throw on a black tank and jeans shorts. Flipping on the television, I sit on the edge of the bed and brush out my hair. I try to focus on the movie, but it doesn’t do much to grab my attention. Instead, I find myself torn between wanting to ride him like a rodeo bull and beating his head in with a rubber mallet.

  This is the same part of me that hates Dominick simply because it hurts too much to admit that I have loved him since I was seventeen. She also may or may not be seriously entertaining the idea of ripping his balls off and feeding them to him basted in a nice, creamy white sauce.

  Preferably in the bit of slimy swimmer soup he just shot into me because he didn’t wear a rubber!

  I feel betrayed that he openly talked about everything with them like it wasn’t a big deal. Or should I say bragged?

  Though, seriously, should I be surprised?

  Tears well in my eyes, the realization of yet another time he has hurt me stinging as it sets in. Wiping at my face angrily, I refuse to let myself get upset. He doesn’t get to do this to me. Not again, dammit.