Asshole.
Gorgeous. Amazing. Sexy. Asshole.
The bottle of wine didn’t do much for her. Her throat was too try to really enjoy it. She spilled it down the sink, not thinking twice about it. Maybe alcohol wouldn’t serve her need anymore. Not that she was a drunk, really, but it didn’t seem to help either.
She knew what she needed. But how could she ever go back to the Club and just act like whomever was there with her was all she needed. It wasn’t. It never would be again, either. All week. She hid, she cried, she worked, she tried to forget Killian McInnis and go on with life.
It wasn’t working.
She loved him. She hated him. She wanted him. She wanted to maim him. And she wondered if any of that would ever, ever go away.
The raucous sound of a motorcycle interrupted her thoughts. Entirely too close, not as loud as it could be, but every sound was threatening to her. She hurried to the blinds and shuttered them, then hoped she could get to the bat before—
There was a knock. Not threatening, not dangerous. Just a simple knock. She swallowed; she couldn’t be held prisoner by what had happened.
There was another knock. Just as simple as the first.
Cece walked to the door and took a deep breath. She peered through the peephole and found a figure all in black standing there, hoodie up. After entering the alarm code to allow her to open the door, she wrapped her hand around the knob and flicked the deadbolt open. The bat was right at the side of the door if she needed it. She turned the knob—
—the door burst open and she was pushed back. In a single motion, the man in black stepped in, kicked the door closed, dropped the motorcycle helmet, wrapped his hand around her arms and swung her back into the closed door.
She gathered her breath to scream, knowing that the likelihood of someone hearing her from another house was infinitesimal.
He pressed an oddly gentle finger to her lips. “Ssh.”
Once he was sure she wasn’t going to scream, he moved his finger away and pulled back his hoodie.
Killian.
She couldn’t speak, and by his next action, he didn’t want her to.
He leaned in and pressed a hard, demanding kiss to her lips. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and possessed her. She melted in his grasp and moaned into the harshness of the kiss. She wanted to completely surrender to it, but she managed to pull back with a thump against the door.
Staring into his eyes, she steeled herself and kneed him right in the nuts. “Who the fuck do you think you are coming here? Who do you think—”
He slapped a hand over her mouth again; a feat considering his other hand was holding his balls.
“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll go,” he said and moved his hand.
“Fuck you. You didn’t bother to help me. What makes you think I want you in my house?”
“You want this,” he breathed in her ear.
She slammed her foot on top of his and delighted in the hiss of breath he let out. She slipped out from his grasp, turned, and elbow dropped him into the door. He slammed forward and caught himself at the last moment. Turning, she dropped into a stance that clearly put her in the position to knee his balls. Again.
“Keep it up, Cece. Take it all out. I deserve it. I was a coward with excuses that were lame even to my own ears. But you cannot tell me you don’t want me to take you into that bedroom and do wicked things to you.”
Hesitating for just a heartbeat, Cece launched off another shot as his junk. This time, though, he caught her foot before she could make contact. He dropped it to the ground and pulled her in close. She could feel warm breath on her cheek, controlled but heavy.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
“I want you forever.” The admission startled her.
“Will you let me prove to you that I screwed up every last fucking thing with you?”
His eyes were full of apology. They looked sad, forlorn. The look of man who knew he was an iota away from losing the woman he’d always wanted.
“Prove it.”
“Do you trust me?”
Cece gasped lightly. She hadn’t expected that: it was the ultimate question. The one that every submissive was asked, and he was a Dom. Did she want this? Did she trust him? After all that had happened and all the betrayal she felt inside, could she trust him? Did she want to? Her body spoke for the mind that couldn’t decide. “Yes.”
He put his finger over her lips again. “Then you’ll do what I say. I want you to shutter all the windows in here. Everywhere. Go.”
She nodded and started skittering through the house to pull she shades and close the blinds. Killian walked into the living room. “My reasons for keeping John Smith from you were petty, trite. The reasons of a child, a coward. And I know that now. My being here is dangerous, I know. If the media caught me here, I don’t know how high they would string us up. But I do know that I needed to come here, to see you. To hopefully prove to you that I know my mistakes, to avoid them. I came here to see if you can trust me again after I left you out to dry. Alone.”
She stepped in front of him. “Prove it.” Everything on her twitched and hummed.
He took off the backpack he was still wearing and let it hang off his arm, but didn’t move closer.
She stood looking at him.
“You have given me so much pleasure with your knots, Cece. How can I not want to repay that?” He took his first step toward her. “I was a submissive, but I was also a Dom. And I know that you have been too much in your own mind since Everett died. I need to see light in your eyes again. Light I put there. Joy I put there. Release from the hell you’re in, even if it’s only for a little while.” He stepped even closer. “You need to surrender. You need to not think just for tonight. Let me do that for you.”
“We haven’t talked about limits or—”
He put a finger on her lips again. “For tonight, no will work. Fair?”
“Yes.” She could feel her breath coming faster.
He took the last step toward her, and she could feel the heat of his body. She wanted this more than she could possibly put into words. But she was worried that someone would find out. Not that they were part of this lifestyle, but that they were together and it would—
He wrapped his hand around her arms again. “No. I see your mind churning. No thinking. Tonight, you give over to me. Tonight you do nothing that I don’t give you permission to do.” He was breathing hard too. “Do you have one of those delicious outfits you wear at the club?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Go, put one on,” he said. “No panties. And come to the bed.”
She nodded and headed into the bedroom. She opened her drawer with all of the club clothes she had and dug through. Was she really doing this? Had she not just tried to send his nuts back from whence they came? She wanted to hurt him, she wanted him to feel as awful as she did—and at the same time, she wanted to love him. To tell him how much he meant to her. To forget the past month had ever happened.
She wanted to completely give herself to him. Cece wanted to admit that she was madly, deeply, insanely in love with Killian. Here was their chance.
She might give over to him, but she was still in charge. The sub always was. She changed in the bathroom quickly, and when she saw herself in the mirror, she felt sexier and more alive than she had in months. And more free; she wanted this.
She walked out of the bathroom and walked to the bed. She took a good look at Killian, who was bent over at the waist and his wonderful ass straining in the tight leather pants he had on. And when he stood up, his hoodie was gone and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Cece almost felt like she was going to start drooling at the sight of this half naked demi-god. She dropped her eyes, not missing the bulge in his pants as she did so.
He took a moment and walked over to her slowly. “Do you have any idea how much I wanted to take off that mask and show you what you were doing to me?” He took her chin in his hand and lifted her t
o look into his eyes. “I wanted nothing more to whisper and scream your name. I wanted nothing more than to take you and show you what you did to me. I want to show you now that you can trust me. I will never hide any part of me from you again. I will always put you first. I will never lie, and I will never let another person try to control who or what I am.” He brushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. “I will not press too far, mo chroí. I want to give you a respite, return some of what I felt in that room with you.”
She took a small breath. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Does this mean I will never domme for you again?”
“Oh, mo chroí, no,” he said. “I adore your knots. I love your crop. We will figure this out. But for tonight, trust me and let me do this for you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
He took her hand and placed it on his hard cock still in the leather pants. “You feel that? It’s been that way since I realized I need to prove myself to you, to give you the chance to heal from what I’ve done. It’s aching to fill you, to make you scream my name and beg for more.”
“Please, Sir,” she said, rubbing him through the leather.
“Mmm, yes,” he said.
He took her hand held it out, gesturing for the other. She offered it; he crossed them at her wrists and there was a length of rope wrapped around them quickly.
“How do you wish these tied, mo chroí?”
“Tightly, Sir,” she breathed.
He yanked hard on the ropes, and she felt them bite her skin. It had been so long since she’d had her hands bound that the exquisite pain nearly brought her to orgasm right there. He tied the silken rope and led her to the bed, turning her to sit. He walked to his bag and came back with a spreader bar that had chains and leather cuffs on it.
“Lie back,” he commanded.
She did and brought her legs up so he could grab her ankles. He wrapped the leather around her ankle and buckled it tightly. He took her other leg and did the same, and she felt deliciously wanton under his gaze, her whole inner self exposed to him.
“Silk and Zanotti,” he said, running his hand down her leg. “You are perfect, just like every fantasy I have ever had of you.” He trailed his hand over her sex, and she trembled. She craved more, but he pulled back. “Oh, no, mo chroí. We have time before I let you come.” He lowered her legs to the ground and took in the sight before him.
She felt his eyes drinking her in, and she lifted her hands over her head to stretch out for him. She nearly spilled her own breasts out of the demi-bra she was wearing.
It didn’t matter, though. Killian’s hands were at her breasts in the next moment, pulling the cloth down and exposing her to the cool night air in the room. Her nipples beaded instantly, and he took one in his mouth.
He bit at her, then suckled harshly as though he couldn’t get enough of her in his mouth. She tried to bring her hands back to run her finger through his hair, but he stopped her with a gentle press on her arm. He feasted at her breast, sucking and biting and nibbling. His other hand moved up to pull and pinch the other nipple. Ripples of delightful pain and lust ran through her, heating her very core. She very much wanted to wrap her legs around him and pull him into her.
His hot erection rubbed against her through the leather, hitting the right spot between her lips. But he realized she was winding up and stopped his pumping. He backed off, leaving her breasts wanting for his exquisite mouth. She was panting hard, and he tucked her breasts back in their cups.
“Kneel,” he said.
Cece brought her hands back and sat up. She slid off the bed and landed on her knees. She nuzzled his hard cock through the leather; the best way she could think of to ask him to take it out and show her.
He threaded his hands through her hair and pulled her back. “Take them off,” he said by way of permission.
She brought her tied hands to his waist and slipped the button out of the fastener. She pulled the zipper down and saw that he was completely naked underneath. She slipped her hands in both directions and pulled the waist of the pants down, slipping it over his erection. He sprang free, and she immediately captured his hard length in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him and pulled him all the way into her mouth, tasting his pre-cum and playing with his head.
“Oh, Cece,” he groaned. “Such a good girl.”
She moved him in and out of her puckered lips, tasting him, craving him. She hummed softly around his shaft, and she felt him twitching against her lips. She wanted to taste him in her mouth and was working him, trying to convince him to spill inside. She ran her tongue over the delicate seam on the underside and teased the head.
He pulled her back and popped out of her mouth. “Not tonight, mo chroí. There is only one place I will come, and that’s inside you.”
“Please, Sir,” she said with a pleading tone.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“You inside me, Sir,” she said.
“Mm, that does sound good,” he said. “But we’re not doing yet. Not even close.” He bent down and lifted her to her feet. “Turn around. Arms on the bed.”
She did as she was told, and before she could even think to ask a question, there was the sharp sting of his hand on her ass. She yelped and twitched. His hand slapped her ass repeatedly, in a wonderful staccato pattern on both sides. Each hit made her gasp and she leaned forward just a little bit. The pain was sharp and sweet. He switched from the skimming swat to the hard smack, and she let out a groan from the base of her throat.
He moved to her side and turned, facing away from the bed. He put a hand on her hip and pulled her to him. His hand smacked hard against her ass and she jerked, a natural reaction to try and get away. But she didn’t, not really. He smacked her other cheek just as hard, and she groaned again. Her skin was already lit up from the first set of hits, and this feeling went straight to her sex. He hit her twice more then paused and massaged oddly cool spots.
He ran his fingers down her ass, over her anus, causing a tremble, and then dipped two of them inside her walls. Cece groaned and shoved back on his fingers, trying to get him in deeper. His other hand hit her hard and she yelped in surprise. “I didn’t say you could do that,” he told her.
“Sir,” she pleaded.
He smacked her ass again and withdrew his fingers. “Not yet. I will not rush this.”
She whimpered. She wanted more. She wanted him.
He stepped away after two more smacks. He paused to press her shoulders to the bed and rub his hand over her wet, hot vulva. She didn’t move, even though desperately wanted his hand to stay there and tease her. She heard him walk away and come back a moment later. She only wondered a moment before she was overwhelmed and taken by complete surprise.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed. He had retrieved a thin ended crop, and with careful aim, slapped it on her vulva, sending lightning through her, beading her nipples and making her ram her whole body forward on the bed.
“You’re going to have to learn to keep quiet,” he said and slapped her sex again with the crop. This time, Cece was able to keep it to a yelp. “Shall I get you a gag?”
She gasped and turned to catch his eyes. “No, please, Sir.” She felt a little sick.
He leaned forward and stroked her hair. “It’s okay, mo chroí. No gag.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
He leaned down and took her chin, kissing her hard, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and possessing her. She groaned into him, and he pulled back slowly.
“I understand,” he said softly. His hand was still on her ass and he trailed it down to between her hot lips, dipping a finger into her.
She whimpered, and he stood back up.
Without warning, he slapped the crop on her vulva again. She dropped her head into the bed and screamed, the sound muffled. Her whole body lit up, and she could feel her sex getting wetter.
“Did you like that, mo chroí?”
“Yes, Sir,” she
gasped.
“Would you like more?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How many would you like?”
“Ten, please, Sir.”
“Mmm,” he agreed. “I think that’s a good number.” He moved around a bit, and she felt his hand slide over her ass gently. “Keep count, or there will be more, and no orgasm.”
It was a sweet threat that made her want him even more. Before she could think on that anymore, he slapped the crop against her. She gasped loudly, the sting lighting every part of her sex on fire. He ran his fingers over her vulva, caressing her lips carefully. He stopped for a moment and put the crop on the bed next to her. “Wait here. And if you’re good when I come back, I’ll start the count over.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said. She heard his shoes click out of the room. She didn’t let herself think, she concentrated on the remaining sting on her labia and the comfortable tightness of the ropes. And a moment later, she heard his shoes click back into the room.
He stopped behind her, and she heard him let out a long breath. “Fuck, Cece, you look amazing, spread out waiting for me.” He walked in slowly. “You’re so wet. I can see it from here. That gorgeous pussy just waiting for me...”
Cece let out a long, slow breath and sucked a little one in when she felt his hand on her again.
“How many hits do you want, mo chroí?” he asked again.
“Ten, please, Sir,” she breathed, waiting for him.
He picked up the crop from the bed, and she waited. She didn’t have to wait long. The first hit came quickly, and she gasped as the sting rang again. She felt his hand smooth over her ass, then suddenly, ice cold brushed against her vulva and she shrieked into the bed.
“Did you like my ice cube?” he asked.
“Oh, God. Yes, Sir,” she panted.
He slapped her again with the crop, and the heat and sting swirled through her and she was, after only two hits, just about ready to come. He went to the ice cube again, running up and down either side of her lips, and the crop was back again.
“Sir, may I come?” She could barely breathe.
“Not yet,” he said, toying with the ice cube again.
She didn’t think that she was going to make it to ten hits; it had been a very long time since she had reined in her climaxes. After the next hit-ice-cube, Cece brought the ropes to her mouth and bit down on them, and she couldn’t stop the groan that slipped out from her lips. The next hit of the crop was directly on her clit, and it took everything she had not to come right there and then.
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