Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series

by Tricia Daniels

  She shrugs. “I’ll live.” She stares at him boldly.

  “You weren’t the only one worked up.” Looking down at her breasts, he lifts his hand to palm one, and then rolls her nipple between his fingers, making it respond. Olivia moans into his mouth as he reclaims her lips, her body tensing and clenching with the touch of his hands. Suddenly he pulls himself away looking conflicted and heads across the room to lock the door.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to take care of you before we go.”

  Yes! Oh wait… No! “We’ll be late.” She reminds him.

  “I don’t care.” He answers without hesitation. His eyes now taking on a look of determination.

  “Well I care! I don’t want you to be pissy all night because I made you late, Mr. intolerant to tardiness.” She has a very valid concern having witnessed his anxiety over being just “on time” on a few occasions. It’s no wonder John didn’t have a list of excuses prepared this afternoon. Ethan Is ALWAYS early. She ponders for a moment that this is the second time TODAY that he has been willing to be late for an appointment in favor of being with her. That’s almost as huge as giving her a house key. She takes a deep breath in through her nose feeling a little overwhelmed at how quickly things are moving again. She watches him turn the lock on the door and check to make sure it’s secure.

  “It will definitely piss me off knowing that I’ve left you uncared for. I’ll be thinking about it all night. I like control, Olivia. However, I’m not a sadist. It gives me no pleasure knowing my woman has unmet needs.” He makes his way over to the windows. “Lose the pants.” He says closing the blinds.

  “Excuse me?” Olivia stands still, not moving.

  “I don’t like to repeat myself. Do it… NOW!” There is enough authority in his command that without hesitation she unzips them and lets them slide off her hips, as he watches from across the room.

  His eyes burn into her, studying her intently as they hit the floor and she steps out of them. There is something unnerving about standing in a room under the gaze of a gorgeous man, while wearing nothing but a pair of black silk panties from the waist down. Her skin starts to tingle as cool air flows around her, making her wish she could cover herself up.

  Wearing a very smug grin, he’s pleased at how she submits to his command. “Now your top. Take it off too.” Knowing that she will obey him, he takes a few steps closer. “I was just going to take care of you down here…” He smoothes his hands over her panties and down between her legs. “Now that I see you like this… I want to see more.” There is something edgy in his voice and it makes her stomach tighten and twist in knots as she raises her arms to pull her shirt off over her head and drops it to the floor.

  The matching bra barely holds her inside the cups, allowing the soft swells of her breast to spill out over the edges, teasing him, begging for his mouth. “Fuck.” He growls as he takes in the sight of them, his hands reaching for them and roughly grasping the round sensitive flesh. Despite her rising body temperature from the fire starting deep in her, goose bumps start to show on her arms. He smoothes his hands up and down her sides trying to warm them away but he makes her shiver instead.

  “Lay down on the couch baby, the desk is too hard and cold. I want you to be comfortable.”

  Moving to the couch, she sits down feeling awkward, not entirely sure how he wants her. Although she was momentarily disappointed about not living out her fantasy of being ravaged on his desk she’s thankful for the soft, warm leather underneath her. When he walks toward her with that confident, commanding swagger her stomach bottoms out. Roller coasters were less exciting than being alone with this man. He grins. “Look at you. You’re so beautiful.” Sitting down beside her, he studies her expression. “You look nervous. Like it’s the first time we’ve ever been intimate.” That seems to give him great pleasure. Running his hands along her leg, he makes her pulse quicken. Parting her lips to breathe through her mouth, she tries to ease oxygen into her lungs.

  “I love the reactions I get from you.” He says, twirling her hair around his fingers before brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. Moving his hand from her thigh to explore the rest of her body, his touch brushes fire across her skin. Holding her chin and tipping it up he claims her lips in one hell of a possessive kiss, adding to the intensity as he parts them to slip his tongue inside. When she shudders in anticipation he pulls his lips away to look at her face. He’s intrigued by her reaction to him tonight. It’s driving him wild, feeding into his inner caveman. “Why do you look so nervous, baby? Tell me.”

  Her brain can’t produce anything but the truth now. The words spill from her mouth unrestrained. “I never know what you’re going to do. One day you’re all love songs and twinkle lights… the next day you’re all about ripping panties and fucking. I never know what to expect.”

  His shoulders tense as he leans forward and rests his nose against her forehead, nuzzling for a moment, needing to know the answer but afraid to hear the truth. “Do you think I could ever hurt you?”

  “No, I’m not frightened.” She says confidently, not wanting to give him the wrong impression and have him pull back.

  “So you’re nervousness is from suspense then? You’re excited?” She can feel the relief roll through his body.

  “Yes.” Her body tenses and she squeezes her thighs together growing impatient for him to touch her.

  “I’m not gonna lie. I like that.” He brushes his cheek down hers moving his mouth to her ear. “Do you trust me to look after your needs?” He whispers before sucking her ear lobe into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth.

  “Yes.” She moans as he slides his hand between her thighs and gently pries them apart moving upwards towards her panties.

  “Good, because that’s my job now. Only mine.” Skimming his hand over the outside of her panties, he makes her body respond again, arching her back and adjusting her hips allowing him better access. He slowly smoothes his hand across her stomach and then downward beneath her panties. She’s smooth as silk and his dick grows hard as the tips of his fingers glide over the slick folds of her cleft.

  “Look how wet you get for me.” Lightly grazing over her opening, he uses his fingers to gather moisture and spread it around, making sure she’s completely slick and ready. When his fingers find their way to her clit they dance over it delicately, tormenting her by denying her the heavier touch that she’s craving.

  “Please, Ethan.” Begging through panting breaths, she arches her back, trying to press the pad of his index finger more firmly against the swelling and sensitive knot of nerves. He lets out a low guttural growl, as he begins to rub in small circles, gradually increasing the pressure and making her body tremble under his touch. Every so often, he lowers his finger and teases it across her opening.

  Her body twitches and she starts squirming desperately wanting release, but he seems intent in making her wait as if it’s some kind of a game he’s playing to keep her frustrated as long as humanly possible. I thought he wasn’t a sadist?

  “Ethan!” She complains. “Just how late are you intending to be for dinner tonight? Because at this rate we’re going to be VERY late.”

  He grins and places kisses along the edge of her jaw. “At the moment, I wouldn’t care if we didn’t make it at all.”

  Right on queue his phone rings and Rocky once again interrupts them. Reaching for it, he’s stopped by Olivia’s firm grip on his wrist. “Don’t even think about it. I’ve got it this time, you keep on doing what you’re doing.” She reaches for his phone and Ethan grins, trailing kisses down her neck as he heads for her breasts. He allows her to answer, eager to hear how this conversation will go.

  “Mr. O’Connell’s office.” She says in her best secretary’s voice, trying not to laugh when she feels Ethan chuckle against the breast he has in his mouth.

  “Hi John. I’m afraid Ethan can’t come to the phone right now. There is some last minute business he’s tending to.” />
  Ethan listens in and unintentionally slows his movements as the phone conversation commands his attention. Olivia puts her hand over the phone to try and mute the speaker. “Hey!” She says waiting for him to look at her. “Union rules… you don’t get a break until you’ve worked at least 3 hours. Stop slacking off and get back to work.”

  “Sorry.” He chuckles against her breast again, immediately resuming his previous mission with renewed determination.

  “Ok, John. I’ll let him know that Miss Daniels will be there in 20 minutes.” She takes a deep breath in as Ethan hits a very sensitive spot, causing a pause in the conversation. After a few seconds she continues speaking, the frustration very evident in her voice. “Fine John, I understand. I’ll make sure he gets on his way right now.” She disconnects the call and takes a disappointed breath as she tries to push his hand away. “Forget about it Ethan. We need to leave now.”

  Ethan moves his hand back to where he was. “I’m not going anywhere, until I’m done.”

  “It’s okay, really.” She tries to get to her feet only to be yanked back down into Ethan’s strong arms.

  “It’s anything but ok. I’m not leaving you hanging twice in one day. Don’t even suggest it.” His lips nibble along her neck and she battles the feelings stirring between her legs, knowing that she has to get him back on track and out the door.

  “Ethan, we have to be there in 20 minutes. We don’t have time.”

  “Plenty of time, baby.” He says still nibbling her skin. “It only takes 10 minutes to walk there. It’s only a few blocks down.”

  She tries to pull away from him so she can see his face. “Are you saying you think you can get the job done in 10 minutes?” She asks amused.

  Ethan smirks and runs his hands over her breasts giving her nipple a firm tug. “No, Olivia. I’m saying I have 10 minutes to get the job done… but I’m going to get it done in 5.”

  Olivia laughs. “Yeah… that’s not going to happen, but I admire your confidence.”

  He leans his lips against hers and kisses her repeatedly, over and over again. “Care to bet on it?” He asks between kisses.

  Not believing there is any chance in hell that he can pull it off she accepts his challenge. “You’re on. What’s the reward?”

  “If you win, you can decide on how you want the next round to play out.” He says biting her bottom lip and holding it between his teeth.

  “Ouch! “ She grimaces as she pulls away. “Anything? Do I have to decide now?”

  “No, you don’t have to decide now. It doesn’t even have to be next time; you can play that chip anytime it suits you. And yes, ANYTHING. I can’t imagine that there is anything you desire that I wouldn’t do for you.” He runs his fingers through her hair, wrapping it around his hand and tugging on it playfully, pulling her head back. “Sexual or otherwise.” He clarifies as he lowers his mouth to her neck nibbling at it. “We were made for each other, you and I.”

  Olivia came to that same conclusion in the stairs early today, but the hot nibbling of his lips across her neck and shoulder make her body burn with a powerful desire. “What if you win?” She asks hesitantly, knowing all too well the filthy mood that he’s in.

  He takes a brief pensive moment and then his face lights up. “You give up anal. I decide when and how.”

  Olivia panics, putting both hands on his chest and tries to push him away. “Hell no!”

  Ethan grabs her hands and pulls them aside, laughing. “Come on, baby” He pleads. “Have you ever tried it?”

  “I came close to doing it once and it was very painful.” She pulls her hands out of his grip.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her onto his lap. “Then he didn’t know what he was doing. It can be uncomfortable at first, but it will start to feel good. I promise, I’ll take care of you properly.” There is a sincerity and tenderness in his voice and for some reason his normally pale green eyes are sparkling like emeralds. She has to force her gaze away from him, shaking her head no.

  “No way. Pick something else.” She doesn’t feel bad in the least about the disappointment on his face; she’s just not going there.

  Raking his hand through his hair, his face contorts in thought. Then a slow wicked grin starts to curl at the corners of his mouth.

  “What?” She asks cautiously, afraid of the thoughts he’s having.

  “Blow job.” He says, a little too calmly.

  “That’s it? Not much of a prize. What’s the catch?” She asks suspiciously.

  “You have to swallow.”

  “You’re joking right?” She closes her eyes and lowers her face, covering it with her hands, certain that she hears him laugh out loud.

  “Baby, I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but guys NEVER joke about blow jobs.”

  She thinks about the little fantasy she had this afternoon, her hands bound with his tie. Him in complete control and her helpless. The night they formed their agreement he had expressed his desire for dominance and submission and hasn’t even tried to take her there. What’s up with that? If she wins that’s exactly what she wants. Her breath jumps and she clenches her legs together. Feeling her reaction he leans so he can see her face, raising his eyebrows in a quizzical gesture. What exactly is she thinking about?

  “Would you rather reconsider the other offer?”

  “Nooooo!” She shakes her head.

  Ethan gets impatient. “Tick Tock, Miss James. We’re running out of time. Current offer on the table is a blow job complete with all the bells and whistles. Do we have a deal?”

  Gah! “Fine, we have a deal.” She blurts out.

  Ethan smiles and runs his thumb across her lips, imagining them wrapped around his dick. “You’re going to swallow?” He makes sure there are no misunderstandings about what he expects.

  “Yes.” She says, in disgust. “You’re such a pig.”

  He chuckles. “Say it out loud. I want to hear you say it.”

  She shakes her head, not believing that she’s agreeing to this. “If you make me come in 5 minutes.”

  “Or less.” He interrupts.

  She rolls her eyes. “If you make me come in 5 minutes or less, I’ll give you a blow job.”

  “And?”

  “AND I’ll swallow.” She crosses his arms in front of her like an angry child.

  “Fuck, you’re adorable… and pouting won’t get you out of it either, so don’t even try.” He warns.

  “Dammit! I was going to give that a try.” She admits.

  He laughs. “Yes, well like I’ve mentioned several times. I know you a lot better than you think.” He tips his watch so she can see the time. “Check the time. Are you ready?” He whispers into her ear.

  “Jesus Ireland, I’ve been ready since this afternoon. Get on with it already!”

  In a split second, she’s looking up at the ceiling and he’s between her legs. What the? One moment she was sitting on his lap and the next she’s flat on her back. She has no idea how he maneuvered her position that quickly. Maybe he really is a Ninja?

  Moving his lips over hers, he engages her in the challenge as his hands quickly grasp the sides of her panties and slides them down. Lifting her hips, she helps him pull them down to her thighs where he can easily slide them the rest of the way off. Once they’re gone he moves his mouth to her breast, taking them one at a time in his mouth and sucking hard drawing a moan from her.

  Gliding his hand between her legs, he skims along the folds of her sex. This time he wastes no time in pressing firmly against her clit in a rhythm meant to get her there quickly. And it’s working. She can feel the waves of pleasure starting to build already and coiling tighter. When he inserts his finger into her and thrusts in and out, she pushes her hips forward trying to press herself harder against his hand. Forcefully he pushes her legs further apart, widening her enough so that he can lower his body between them and get his mouth on her. The first few long, wet strokes with his tongue prime her for what’s to come.
Leaning back he trails kisses, starting at her knees and then licking and nibbling back up her legs. Slowly and deliberately he grazes his prickly two day growth of beard along the soft sensitive skin on her thigh, leaving a trail of pink chaffed skin as he goes. It stings a little but oh, how she has fantasized about how that would feel. She’s not disappointed. The rough chaffing of his stubble followed by his warm soft lips sets off a frenzy of sensations through her body, the tension building at her core and aching for a quick release. Oh My God he’s actually going to do it in five.

  Small pleasured moans escape her throat, alerting him that she’s getting close. She bends her knees and he pushes them wider apart, adjusting her hips to give him a better angle. Licking with heavy pressure on her clit, he feels it swell and become slicker against his tongue. She can’t lay still any longer, her body twitching and jumping against his mouth. Grinning with satisfaction, he knows it’s time to close the deal and win the bet. Sliding his fingers out of her pussy he draws the wetness down towards her backside, massaging across sensitive nerve endings. She opens her mouth, as he rims gently around the tight muscles of her bottom, wanting to protest but unable to speak. His other hand starts to work his fingers into her dripping pussy, angling them to hit just the right spot and pumping them hard and relentlessly.

  Closing his mouth around her clit, he massages it one last time with his tongue before he draws in heavily, sucking it hard. Her body starts to tremble, waves of pleasure start to spread through her, and when he pushes his finger with just the right amount of pressure against the tight ring of her anus her response is nuclear! Her climax shoots through her body shocking her system with an overload of sensations as she screams out his name as she completely unravels. She shudders against his mouth for what seems like forever, before the waves of her orgasm start to fade.

  Ethan lifts his head from between her legs and looks at his watch. “You lose.” He chuckles as he holds his forearm up so she can see it. Raising her head, she glances at the time and groans. “Crap!”