“Oh, Jayden, do I ever.” Erin kissed the head before standing and throwing her arms around his neck. She pressed her breasts into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. They kissed.
Erin pulled away to stare into his soulful brown eyes. “It’s grand, A rúnsearc. I can’t believe you did this, though. How? When?” She was flustered and couldn’t form coherent questions.
“Shawn and Landon helped me. I didn’t trust anyone else, and I figured you’d be okay with them touching my junk,” he joked.
“Yes, much better that they did it instead of some strange whore who probably would’ve offered to suck you off anytime you started, uh, lagging.” She giggled. “Hey, how did you get around that?”
He would’ve had to have maintained a hard-on to get the ink done, and Erin couldn’t figure out how that was possible while a needle pounded away at him. He didn’t enjoy pain the way she did.
“Well, I, kinda asked Holly for some help.”
“What?”
“No, Erin, not like that! That would’ve been, just, wrong. Holly supplied me with a dose of Viagra so that I’d stay hard through the procedure.”
“Does she know why you needed it?”
Jayden chuckled. “Yes. I had to explain what I wanted to do before she would give me the pills. She’d have refused otherwise, seeing as I’m ‘too young’ to need that kind of assistance yet. Believe it or not, Holly made me come in for a full physical to be sure I was healthy enough so it wouldn’t have any damaging side effects.”
“Wow. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”
He shivered when her fingers traced the pattern.
“Erin, don’t you understand yet? I would do anything for you.” A chaste kiss was pressed to her lips. “The piercing wasn’t part of my original plan, though. Shawn convinced me. He said something along the lines of, ‘Since you’re torturing your dick anyways, why not have Landon pierce it? Erin will love the way it feels’.” He shrugged his shoulders. “So what do you say, sweet girl? Ready to take the new me out for a spin?”
Instead of a verbal reply, Erin leaned forward and took him into her mouth all at once.
“Fuck,” he ground out. “Give a guy some warning.” He didn’t ask her to stop, though. Instead, Jayden panted while she worked her mouth up and down, applying light but firm suction to his cock.
Jayden’s hands wove into her curls, gripping with a controlled tension while he guided her mouth along his cock a few times then held her still. Her wet moan was audible in the tiny airplane room when he started pumping his hips, giving her an oral fucking.
“Jesus Christ, Erin. Your mouth . . . I can’t . . . always feels so . . . ungh . . . fucking . . . oh, yeah, like that, sweet girl . . .”
His thrusts picked up speed, and she prepared for him to come down her throat. Suddenly he pulled out, his hands still tangled in her hair, and huffed, gasping for air. “Feels too good—I’m going to come.”
“Jayden.”
“Yes, jewel?”
“Fuck me.”
A big grin spread across his face. “It would be my pleasure,” he said then grabbed Erin’s waist and hoisted her up.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and could feel his erection bobbing beneath her ass, his new metal chilly on her skin. Holding her close to him, her husband crept to the middle of the bed and lowered her body to the mattress. Rolling her hips and ass up again, he sank into her in one satisfying thrust, and stopped.
“So tight, pet. You’re always so tight . . .”
And then the fucking began, just like she’d asked for. Jayden pounded into her. Deep inside her pussy, the balls of his piercing rubbed against her, and it felt oh, so good.
Erin braced her ankles on top of his shoulders, then curled her body up and rested her palms behind her. This resulted in her being nearly folded in half, an upright V. She lifted her breasts towards him, begging for him to pay attention to her hard nipples.
He got the hint, latching onto first one, and then the other. Working back and forth between them, her lover suckled and bit, never losing his rhythm while he pummeled her needy pussy.
Jayden manipulated her body for what seemed like hours. Every time she thought they would fall into orgasmic bliss, he slowed down to almost no movement, lingering with his lips on hers until they’d retreated from that proverbial cliff. In control again, he would resume the hard thrusting, taking them back to that place of sexual limbo, again and again.
Feeling the tight coiling in her belly for the seventh or eighth time, Erin knew she couldn’t hold it again. “Please, Jayden. I need to come. Let go . . .”
Her voice faded at the sensation of his lips wrapping around a nipple and drawing it in. He reached a hand between their slick bodies, and then increased his pace from a languid roll of his hips to a near violent colliding of flesh. Erin let her knees drop toward her chest and head, opening herself wider, allowing him to sink deeper. His long fingers found her clit and pinched at the same time his teeth closed on her nipple.
Erin cried out the next time his cock slammed into her.
They fell.
Hard.
It took a few minutes, but eventually he pulled out and dropped to lie by her side. Erin was shaking, her body still being hit by aftershocks, but she managed to roll onto her side and snuggle into his chest. “Thank you, baby. I needed that.” She grinned peppering his chest with light kisses.
Protective arms engulfed her, giving her a squeeze. “Are you sure you’re not mad at me, you know, for denying you my cock for a month?”
“Not at all. That was worth the wait, for sure.” She stretched her neck, seeking out his lips. Their tongues teased each other, slowly stoking the fire that burned within them.
After several minutes of heated kissing, Jayden pulled away. “Mrs. Masterson, if we continue, I won’t have the control not to have my wicked way with you again.” He rocked his pelvis at her with a smirk, making sure she was aware he’d recovered and was ready to go again.
Tender from the round they’d just gone, after a month without, she wasn’t sure she could handle another go at the moment. To placate him, she reached down and wrapped her hand around his stiff cock. Squeezing, she slid her palm over his satiny flesh.
Jayden placed a hand over hers, stopping her motions. He leaned in and kissed her, letting her feel all the love he held for her, until they couldn’t breathe. With a contented sigh they parted, letting their heavy heads fall against the covers.
Erin giggled, then her whole body shook as she gave in to laughter.
“Care to share with me?” His nose teased along her neck, tucking behind her ear.
“That has got to go down as one of the best consummations in history!”
Jayden’s laugh barked out, letting her unfettered happiness match his own. “I’d have to agree with you, Mrs. Masterson.” His arms came around her waist, hands resting on the curve of her ass for a second before he scooped her up and headed toward the bathroom.
“How about a quick shower and then we can take a nap before landing?”
“Sounds perfect, baby,” she murmured and nuzzled into his salty neck. Her feet landed on the floor, and she leaned on the counter while the water warmed up. They rinsed off and made their way back to the bed. Folding back the covers, they crawled in naked. Erin backed into Jayden’s waiting arms, and he pulled her snug against him.
“Jayden?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
He smiled and kissed the back of her head. “Lucky me.”
CHAPTER 40
“Cead mile failte romhat!”
Erin smiled at the little old man who greeted them on the tarmac at Shannon. His hair was white with a hint of red still visible on the tips when the sun hit it right, and his eyes had a sparkle to them that just made her feel. . . happy. Or it could’ve been the sincerity of the traditional greeting she’d almost forgotten.
Jayden dipped his head so his ques
tion for her ears alone. “Can you translate, sweet girl?”
With a giggle she explained it meant “a hundred thousand welcomes” then proceeded to help him return the sentiment, slowly sounding out and enunciating each syllable for him to repeat while the bright-eyed man looked on with amusement. “Kade meela,” she began.
“Cead mile.” His tongue rolled around the words with a smooth cadence.
“Fall-cheh.”
“Failte.” Now he licked his lips.
The final word slipped from her mouth on a whisper: “Row-itt.”
“Romhat.” She nodded, and his smile grew. “Cead mile failte romhat!” Jayden reiterated with enthusiasm, the accent and words flowing seamlessly from his mouth and cocooning her for some strange reason. Perhaps because to get the accent right, he’d had to adjust his tenor, and the lyrical language was being delivered with an undercurrent of her Master’s presence.
“Aye, sir, well done,” praised the man who now stepped forward and extended his hand. “Seamus McInerney at your service. Welcome to the Emerald Isle. I’ve got your car waiting just over there.” He nodded over his shoulder, and Erin assumed the lone car that was running idle a few feet away was the one he referred to.
Jayden shook Seamus’ hand and reached around her to place his palm against the small of her back to guide her toward the waiting car. Mr. McInerney acted as their tour guide, pointing out and talking about the sights while the miles disappeared behind them en route to their destination, Bunratty Meadows Bed and Breakfast.
*~*~*
“What are you up to, you little minx?” Jayden asked and cocked his eyebrow at her.
She’d woken before him and had taken a quick shower to wake up more. They’d consummated their marital vows on the plane then crashed when they reached the bed and breakfast. Now that they’d rested and had a chance to freshen up, Catherine wanted to consummate their D/s vows, too.
“Please, this girl needs more. She needs to be punished,” the redhead said, lowering her eyes to watch where her hand stroked him, hoping he’d catch on.
He said nothing at first and made no move to stop her hand from palming his decorated cock. At last, he broke the silence. “And why do you think you need to be punished, Catherine?” he crooned in the sultry Dom voice that always sent her pulse off on a gallop.
Her girly parts did a mini dance at his acknowledgement of her desire to play. Catherine racked her brain, trying to come up with some indiscretion that she could admit to. Dammit, why did I have to be so good all the time?
“Catherine, answer me,” he ordered.
She swallowed and went for honesty. “Your girl has not actually done anything wrong, Master. She just misses the feel of her Master’s hand on her ass.”
“I see.”
She could’ve sworn she’d heard a hint of amusement in his voice, but she kept her eyes lowered instead of looking up to gauge his reaction.
“Very well, slut,” he purred, and her pussy purred back, “on your knees.”
Catherine gave his cock one last tug before letting go to get on her knees. His strong fingers pressed against her back, indicating she should lean forward, while he whispered in her ear. “On your elbows as well. Spread your knees wide. I want to be able to see the excitement in your cunt dripping out and running down your thighs.”
Shit. How she loved it when he talked dirty to her. Without any hesitancy, Catherine leaned forward and spread her legs as wide as she could.
“I’m going to blindfold you, Catherine, so that you can focus on the attention your ass is about to get,” he said then covered her eyes with her silk robe.
The submissive’s body trembled and tingled at his words while his fingertips brushed over her back in slow, lazy circles. With her sense of sight gone, she was able to zero in on the sensation of his touch, shooting fire across her skin. With no warning, his hand came down on her right ass cheek. She exhaled sharply while the sting faded into a dull throb.
“What do you say, Catherine?”
“Thank you, Master. Please, may this girl have another?” Smack. He connected with the left cheek, and she followed with a “Thank you,” then asked for yet another.
The next two came in rapid succession, landing an inch apart. “Thank you!”
“Fuck, slut! The sight of your ass turning pink under my hand makes my cock throb.” Master moaned and rubbed the head of his cock across her ass.
With a grunt, she pushed back against him, which earned her two more slaps.
“Be still.”
“Aye, Master. Your girl is sorry, Sir. May she have another?” Catherine’s skin sizzled as her whole body reacted, becoming almost painfully aroused under his ministrations while she panted through her breathing.
Another slap landed on her gaping pussy and she let out a feral sound. Master’s finger circled her opening before pushing inside at an agonizing pace. He pulled it out, then pushed it back in, adding a second finger.
“My, my, Catherine. You have a very messy cunt.” The bed shifted when he knelt beside her head to push the sloppy fingers into her mouth. Her eagerness in sucking them clean was commendable.
“Do you like the taste of your cunt, slut?”
“Aye, Master,” she ground out.
Master shifted his body again, moving his hand between her legs to stroke her puffy outer labia. With a possessive hold, he cupped her pussy, holding it tight for several seconds before dragging his hand upward to spread her arousal up into the crack of her ass. She laid there, trying to be still and control her breathing while he repeated the action several times.
The rhythmic stroke was broken when his hand came down on her at the same moment he slid a stealth finger into her asshole.
“Shit!” She gasped in surprise. “Th-thank you, Master.” The submissive was willing herself not to come, trying to think of something to distract herself, finding that she was unable to do anything but . . . feel. His next words were her undoing.
“I wonder,” he mused. “The desk clerk was cute. Should I call down and invite her to come clean up this sloppy cunt of yours?” He worked a second finger into her ass then and began scissoring them, stretching her. “I saw the way she was looking at you when we checked in. She looked even hornier than the flight attendant who was eye-fucking you. Do you think the clerk would lay under you and suck all of your come out while I fuck your ass?” He emphasized his question by adding a third finger into her ass and letting his thumb enter her pussy.
Her orgasm sprayed out of her unexpectedly, leaving her sure she’d soaked the bedspread. “Oh, god. I’m sorry, Master. I tried not to come, but your touch . . . your words . . .” Catherine rambled until a sharp smack on her ass quieted her.
“Oh, Catherine, if only we were at home in the playroom right now. The things I could do.” His chuckle was dark. “First you forget yourself and address me in the first person, and then you come without permission. Tsk, tsk.”
Strong fingers were still working in and out of her, and his free hand had taken up rubbing her stinging bottom.
“But seeing as we’re not, and I, therefore, do not have the proper instruments to punish you with, I’ll have to settle for fucking your tight little ass instead.” Master grabbed her hair, pulling her up till her back was flush with his chest. Catherine groaned when he grabbed her hips, lifted her, and held her over his cock. As he thrust up into her, he grunted in her ear, “Do not come again, slut.”
*~*~*
Once he’d rammed his cock into her, Jayden stilled to let them both adjust. He absolutely loved fucking her pussy, but taking her ass was pure heaven, a special kind of amazing. To put it in shallow terms, he loved how tight her channel was, and now, with the barbell in place, it was even more constrictive.
Her responsive whimpers translated into shivers that leapt from her body to his and back again. Jayden wrapped his left arm around her chest, pressing his forearm into the tops of her tits and holding her tight. “What color are we, Catherine?
” It came out as a grunt.
“G-green, Master,” she panted.
That’s my girl. Jayden’s little slut loved having her ass fucked as much as he loved fucking it.
He pulled out then pushed back into her, and they both emitted deep groans. After a few more thrusts, he reached around with his right arm and started pinching her rock-hard nipples. She could’ve cut glass with those things, they were so puckered and tight right then.
The Dom continued to fuck his jewel, treating both her nipples to the roughness she loved, pulling and twisting them, pinching them while her breaths came harder and faster. Releasing her peak, he slid his hand down her stomach to her cunt. Jayden had thought his slut was a mess before, but he’d been wrong. Catherine was positively creamy and slick now, potent arousal flowing out of her. With light, firm taps Jayden slapped her, sending her into a frenzy that had his girl writhing and grinding down onto him—as much as she could in her restrained position.
That familiar tightening began in his balls. Jayden was on the edge, his release seconds away, and all he could think was how immensely proud he was that she’d fought her need to do so as well. By the way she was moaning and thrashing, he knew she needed to come.
“Yellow.”
It wasn’t more than a whimper, but he stilled all motions. “What is it, Catherine?” Jayden asked the question, although he was pretty sure he knew what she would say.
“Your girl is about to come, Master. She doesn’t know how long,” her body twitched and ground against his cock, “she can hold it.” The pleading in her voice was beautiful.
“Then ask me.” He thrust into her again.
“God!” Catherine gasped. “Please, Master, may your girl come?”
“Only if you play with your pussy for me, slut. Don’t stop until I’ve filled your ass with my spunk.”
Ever obedient, her hands dropped to her pussy. Once she’d spread her lips and started rubbing fast and furious on her swollen clit, he took up pounding in her ass while she screamed through her orgasm. Like the good girl she was, his pet didn’t stop rubbing while he pumped in and out of her ass. When he roared out with the vicious orgasm erupting from him, Catherine followed him into the abyss with another release of her own. Jayden managed to pump into her a couple more times before he had to stop, his cock spent.
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