Dad's Irish Mafia Friend (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 110)

by Flora Ferrari

  And after her rant in the ring, I trusted her too. There was too much rawness in her for it not to be real. Tomorrow I could find proof; tonight I didn't need it.

  I straddled her thighs, letting my weight press her down into the bed and my hard on raged even more at the contact. She looked so innocent, tucked up in the pristine sheets, waiting for me just like I'd told her to.

  She had to know what she did to me. Being that distracting gave her far too much control.

  I pulled the knot of my tie free, letting the ends dangle around my neck as I kissed her again, fierce and messy and rough.

  I snaked my hand beneath the sheets, seeking out the erect nub of her clitorus and circling it with my thumb pad. Her back arched and I rubbed harder as she shivered and hummed under me, her mouth open as though she couldn't believe the sensations wracking through her.

  Her body writhed and fluttered beneath mine and I pressed harder, letting my fingers glide down to delve inside her, coaxing another rising moan from her lips. There was some resistance but she opened up to me beautifully, clinging to me with her mouth closed over the rounded part of my shoulder.

  She was electric, throwing sparks because of me, and I wanted to drive her further and further into delirium.

  I plunged my fingers into her again, drawing them out slow and she gasped and groaned, sounding so overwhelmed that my dick didn't know what to do with itself. I thought the seam of my trousers was going to rip. She was so wet and hot, her fleshy walls gripped my fingers so tightly it was like she never wanted to let me go.

  I drove my fingers into her again, twisting to make a beckoning motion. Her juices gushed down into my palm as I grazed over the soft, rough-textured bump of her g-spot deep inside her.

  "Oh-Ohmigod!"

  Her whole body arched, and I kissed along her neck, drawing both her arms up above her head, and she stretched luxuriously in my grip as I stroked slowly inside her, like a purring cat. She didn't see it coming as I wrapped my silk tie around her wrists, looping the length around the bedpost before I tightened the knot.

  Her mouth opened in surprise and she let out a shocked squeak, the edge of her orgasm forgotten as she tugged at the soft restraint as though it might come free. But I'd tied it better than that. Her breathing shuddered out of her in a sudden rush and I could hear the curl of a smile in her voice.

  "What are you going to do with me?"

  There was a lazy, sexy edge in her voice, that warm richness from what I'd already done to her and I could hear the rise of anticipation in her, that curiosity that always seemed so strong when she was around me. The woman had no sense of self-preservation, no sense of danger.

  "I'm going to teach you a lesson about who you get yourself into bed with."

  I wanted to bury myself hilt deep inside her and fuck her until she had a shred of respect for the situation, but she arched up, straining against the knotted tie so she could kiss me, hooking her leg over the back of my thigh as her mouth drew me in again.

  Fucking her would give her exactly what she wanted. She wouldn't learn a damn thing, and she needed to.

  Sharply, I pushed myself off her, getting back to my feet before the prospect of her tied to the bed beneath me became too much temptation to handle.

  For the first time, concern flickered in her blue eyes as I unbuckled my belt and I saw her pupils dilate. The broad black leather slid smoothly out of the loops at the waist of my suit trousers and I folded it in half and half again, gripping it tight enough that the hard edges bit into the flesh of my palm.

  "...Garrett?"

  "You got yourself in so much trouble, Kaitlin Kearney."

  Kaitlin

  I should have been scared. I should have been struggling to get away the second he walked into the room.

  But the truth was, I wanted Garrett to come and find me.

  He'd just become the first man to ever finger me properly and I wanted so much more than that. I hadn't known how amazing his touch would be. His tie biting into my wrists thrilled me - I was naked, at his mercy. It shouldn't have turned me on so much, but it did. This big, bad, dark man who kept saving me was going to take away the last of my innocence and I couldn't wait.

  My entire body tensed with exhilaration as he took his belt off. I wanted him against me so badly and my pussy tingled fiercely. I'd never had anyone inside me before he'd breached me with his fingers and it wasn't enough; I ached for him to fuck me in a way that had me wanting to climb the walls. He'd be the first man I'd see naked and I couldn't wait any longer. But he didn't strip.

  My mouth dried as he folded the belt in his hand, shifting his grip so the folded ends came together, and they gave a solid slap together as he thwacked it against the palm of his open hand. I knew exactly what he was going to do to me.

  "Oh God."

  He knelt on the bed again, and reached to pull the sheet off me in one clean motion. The cool air hitting my skin made my nipples tense all the more firmly and I fought the bashful urge to bring my legs up towards my body to cover myself the only way I could with my hands tied above my head.

  It was a bit late now when his hand was still glistening from being so deep inside me.

  Instead, I arched my back for him, pushing my breasts towards him as I tensed my stomach like one of those women in a music video on top of a pimped out car.

  Garrett was not that kind of gangster, but it was the only move I had at my disposal.

  "You'd better tell me off properly."

  "Don't worry. I will."

  My eyes flickered down to the belt and my ears burned with a sudden rush of heat.

  I couldn't believe what I was asking for, but I was already to the point of coming again at the thought of that flat, thick belt stinging across my ass. Whatever he said, this wasn't about me being out of line, he was enjoying doing what he could to me, and despite myself I was enjoying it too.

  I strained against the silk of his tie, winding my fingers around the end he'd left because I had to hold something if I couldn't get my hands on him.

  He grabbed my ankle, flipping me onto my side so my bottom was bared to him. I had to twist awkwardly against the restraint of my arms, though he'd left enough slack for me to move my hands around, and I wriggled awkwardly on the sheets to get up onto my knees for him.

  I met his eyes over my shoulder and swayed my ass, pushing it out in his direction.

  I wanted him to touch me so badly. Wanted to feel the hard, cool edge of his belt across my skin and his fingers stroking over me and pushing in between my folds.

  "Do it then."

  Garrett growled. I knew I'd made a mistake when he pushed me down against the bed, his hand solid at the small of my back. I gasped, struggling to catch my breath as he leaned over me until I felt his hot breath against my ear, prickling all the nerves along the back of my neck to attention. As wrong as it was, I liked it.

  "Don't play games with me."

  I bit my lip, forcing my breathing to level until I was sure I wouldn't let out another groan. I didn't have enough control not to writhe against the sheets, my hips seeking out some kind of friction. The heat of his body pressing me into the mattress was nearly too much. I could feel the outline of his cock against my upper thigh and my body wanted him inside me so badly I would have grabbed hold and climbed on if I could have.

  "I'm not playing."

  I ached for him.

  Pushing up against him so I could feel the steely heat of his cock through his pants was automatic and the only thing I could do. I wanted him. That was the only thing I'd been certain of in the past few days.

  This man was going to have my virginity. I knew I wanted that from the first time he kissed me.

  Garrett tested the slap of the belt against his palm again and the sound resonated through me with a delicious thrill. He traced the cool, solid leather over my skin and I felt goosebumps prickle up to the surface along the trail he drew. I caught the groan coming out of my throat, but my entire body was keenin
g towards the sound.

  "What am I going to do with you?"

  Before I could answer, Garrett brought the belt down hard across my flesh. I gasped, relishing the blossoming sting that spread out along my nerve endings from the stripe of tingling pain. My whole body quivered with exhilaration.

  "Oh my God." I was panting hard, struggling to keep my breathing in check and my whole face was hot with arousal. Embarrassment barely made an entrance. As twisted as this was, I wanted it. I deserved it. And Garrett had every right to mark me.

  He drew his arm back, letting the leather of his belt draw back slowly against my skin, and my nipples tingled in anticipation of the next solid thwack.

  "You need to learn to think, Kaitlin. My God, you drive me mad."

  With each strike, my arousal grew.

  I groaned at the loud, deeply satisfying slaps that seemed to echo through me along with the sting of pain from each strike. My buttocks was already red with rising welts and I welcomed each tingling line.

  This was what I needed. Something to release all the frustrations in me, to pull me out of my head so there was nothing but sensation and my body's responses. Something real.

  I shuddered at the next strike, writhing in a wordless beg for more contact. This might have been cathartic, but I needed more than that. And he was right. God, was he right. I couldn't carry on blundering around this city not knowing what I was walking into.

  "Teach me." I barely had control of my voice and my breathing was shallow and hurried, making me all the more desperate for him. It felt like the world would end if I didn't get closer to him than this, but tied to the bed as I was, that was solely in his control. "Please."

  "Teach you what?"

  "Everything."

  His eyes roved over every inch of me, drinking in every detail and I'd never felt more exposed, or more sexy in my entire life. Garrett's breathing had turned deep and low, like he was in some kind of trance and his eyes were dark with lust. He was testing the seams of his suit pants, and the solid, fat snake down his leg seemed to grow by the second.

  What had happened at the boxing match was terrifying, but this was different. This was the teasing game that had grown between us since we first met, and I trusted it. Already the back and forth between us felt secure and real.

  He rolled me onto my back again, spreading my legs wide with his eyes locked onto mine, and I let him. There wasn't anything I wouldn't have let him do.

  Garrett

  Tied to the bed, she begged for more when I'd done all I could do with my belt. The lesson I'd intended was over, but neither of us was finished with each other.

  She strained against her makeshift restraints, panting with everything I'd put her through. They way she spread her legs for me was almost too much to take without driving into her.

  She was enjoying everything I gave her and I wanted to give her so much more than just my meaty cock inside her. She was going to have my children and take my name, but I damn well wasn't giving her any of that before the whole of this had been unpicked.

  Her father wouldn't have let her come here, so why the hell was she here at all? I might have loved her on sight, but that didn't make me a fool.

  She wanted lessons, and I had plenty more to teach.

  "You're going to learn how to follow orders."

  Her breathing hitched and Kaitlin nodded, her eyes never leaving mine.

  "And you're going to apologise for nearly getting the both of us killed."

  "I'm sorry."

  "Oh, not like that. You're not getting off that easy, darling." I reached over her to the bed frame, pulling on thin end of my silk tie to undo the knot and she rubbed at her wrists.

  When she shifted to sit more upright, I moved in closer.

  Her hands slid up along my muscled thighs, trying to draw me in, but I batted them away. I was a hairs trigger away from going off.

  "You touch when I say you can."

  Again, Kaitlin nodded. Her breathing had slowed to a near meditative state and I knew I was the extent of the world to her in that moment.

  I undid my fly and her eyes locked on to me as I eased out my engorged length and it sprang up to greet her. Her eyes widened and darted to my face again, her perfect little mouth hinged open in clear surprise.

  "You're even bigger than you looked."

  I'd always known I was well endowed. Hardly a poor length even in the depths of winter, I'd always been a grower and tonight I'd grown for her more than I ever had before. She wet her lips and my dick jumped, balls already tensing at just the thought of being granted entry.

  "You're going to take my cock in your mouth and be real nice about it Kaitlin."

  Her smile glowed out from her and the little flash of doubt she'd had when I unleashed my cock for her to see, disappeared from her face.

  "And then you'll forgive me?"

  "We'll see."

  On her knees, she moved in between my thighs and I watched her lap at the length of my dick like a kitten who couldn't get enough cream. She'd lathed her tongue all over me, skirting around my glans like it was the first cock she'd ever seen, let alone tasted.

  I was too long for her to take, and I had to close my eyes when she tried to force me deeper. Her hands circled the base of my cock, nestling tight in against my crotch as though she needed something to hold onto to manage the mouthful and my girth.

  Her moans made me shiver when she closed her mouth around me, and she shifted so the head of my cock punched against the soft, wet inside of her cheek as she started bobbing her head.

  I nearly came just from being inside her.

  It wasn't going to take long at all.

  Shifting again, she came off me with a deep slurp, her lips popping off me and then sliding down with sustained pressure. Watching her bob her head to take as much of me in as she could, holding my eyes as she drew back up was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen in my life.

  My hands settled in her hair, easing the bob of her head and it took sustained effort to keep my hold loose enough to let her pull away if she needed to. She hollowed her cheeks, growing more determined to show me exactly what she could do.

  "You're amazing." Her mouth was made to take me and she knew exactly what to do.

  I felt the red glow of pleasure start its inevitable tug at my balls and I tapped out.

  "Off. Now."

  But she ignored me, hollowing her cheeks fiercely and picking up the pace of her slurping wet mouth.

  "Now-"

  My growl aborted itself as my body jerked in pleasure, releasing strong ropes of come hard against the back of her throat. I shouted out, practically blinded by the force of the orgasm she'd given me.

  All these years alone. All these years finding pleasure with myself and occasionally giving into weakness were nothing to compare with this. She was mine and my body knew it like it knew the feeling of coming home. I shuddered through the pause, groaning again at the final inevitable spill of my seed from my over-sensitised cock.

  "Holy hell, Kaitlin."

  Only when she drew back, looking pleased with herself, sitting on her heels with her cheeks puffed out and a little milky fluid dripping from her lips, did I realise she'd fully intended to ignore me right from the start.

  I could hardly complain about why though.

  She swallowed visibly, and the thought of her accepting my seed inside her with such ease made my spent, twitching dick pulse all over again.

  I reached out to wipe a dribble of my milky come from the corner of her mouth and pulled her in against me for a fierce kiss. It didn't matter that I could taste myself. She'd drunk all of me down and I was more convinced than ever that this woman was meant to be the other half of me.

  CHAPTER 12

  Kaitlin

  I wished I could disappear into the fluffy white robe.

  Last night was coming back all too vividly and the hope that it had all been a warped dream was fading with every passing moment.

  I couldn
't believe I'd made such an ass of myself like that in front of him.

  I couldn't believe the man standing in the doorway holding a breakfast tray was the same man who'd come to my room in the middle of the night, taken me to pieces and left me there once I'd calmed down.

  Or that he'd told an entire room full of gangsters with their guns trained on me that I wasn't theirs to touch. Or that they'd listened to him.