July Flames: A Rock Star Bodyguard Romance (Wilder Irish Book 7)

by Mari Carr

  As such, she’d never been spanked. That was another thing on her list of missed childhood events, along with bedtime stories, sleepovers, birthday parties that weren’t photo opportunities, and public schooling. Her education had come from tutors between takes.

  Fergus followed her, and she shivered—though not from the cold—when he ran his hand along her bare back. Like this morning, he bent his body over hers, the cotton of his T-shirt soft against her skin.

  He kissed her cheek, his lips traveling along the side of her face to her ear, down her neck. A breathless giggle escaped when he nipped her shoulder.

  There was something exciting about being completely naked in front of a fully dressed man. Of course, there was something to be said for a hot naked guy too. She’d never seen Fergus without a shirt or pants, but she sure as hell had squandered countless hours fantasizing about it.

  He stood once more, directly behind her, his hands softly stroking her back, the globes of her ass, tops of her thighs. She loved the feeling of his fingers caressing her, but it wasn’t enough.

  “You have a beautiful ass,” he murmured.

  She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, smiling. That expression faded fast when he raised one hand, bringing it down hard.

  She jerked, not expecting it to hurt so much.

  Fergus didn’t reply to her cry of pain. Instead, he spanked her again, four or five times in quick succession, even as she tried to crawl away.

  He bent over, gripping her shoulder with one hand, holding her in place as the spanking continued.

  Her ass was on fire, stinging. She kept struggling, but he didn’t relent.

  Why would he?

  She knew the way to make him stop. It was as simple as one word.

  She didn’t say it.

  “Why am I punishing you?” he asked, his hand resting on her sore bottom.

  “Because I put myself in danger.”

  “How?”

  “By trying to hide from you. Leaving the bus without telling you.”

  Fergus sat down next to her on the mattress. “Promise me, Aubrey. Promise you won’t do that again. I can’t stand not knowing if you’re safe.”

  She hadn’t expected that admission from him. He was hired to protect her. It was his job. Knowing that he truly worried about her touched her more than she cared to admit.

  She pushed herself to her side, facing him. “I promise.”

  And she meant it.

  Finally, he returned her smile, then he narrowed his eyes. “Did I say you could move?”

  She shook her head and forced herself back down. Her ass really did hurt. She wasn’t sure she could take much more.

  Fergus’s hands roamed gently over her ass cheeks. “So warm,” he murmured. He shifted again, but this time, rather than standing, he knelt behind her, his lips kissing away the hurt, turning the sting to pure sensual sensation.

  He nudged her legs apart, his fingers exploring deeper, lower.

  She gasped when he touched her clit, finding it on the first pass. There was a lot to be said for an experienced lover. Aubrey had to guide Doug to her clit every single time. And even then, he only gave it a few passing strokes before he forgot about it and moved on.

  Fergus appreciated its importance. He continued to kiss her bottom as his finger toyed with, even pinched her clit. Aubrey began thrusting toward him, wiggling as she searched for more. She’d never been this aroused, this hungry.

  “Please,” she said.

  “We’ve got miles to go, Aubrey. Be patient.”

  Miles? She didn’t like the sound of that. She was ready now.

  “Fergus, please,” she persisted.

  “Behave or I’ll spank you again.”

  That didn’t feel like as much of a threat as it had earlier. The previous stinging fire had eased into a tantalizing heat that warmed her from the outside in. His lips—though warm—felt cool against her skin, and they only served to increase her desire more.

  Fergus gave her clit several firmer strokes that had her back arching in delight, then he slid one finger inside her.

  “Yes,” she hissed, as he thrust it in and out several times. Her pussy clenched against it—and before she even realized what was happening, she came.

  Fergus’s finger remained lodged within her, but he stopped moving as waves of pleasure washed through her.

  “You came,” he said as the tremors subsided and every muscle in her body relaxed.

  She couldn’t read his tone, couldn’t tell if he was surprised or annoyed.

  Aubrey lifted her head, glancing back at him. “Um. Sorry?”

  He chuckled. “Don’t apologize. You just…” His smile grew wider. “You didn’t make me work very hard for it.”

  She giggled. “I’ll try harder next time.”

  “Don’t. Let yourself go, Butterfly. You’re free here with me.”

  A lump formed in her throat, and she blinked several times, willing away the tears.

  Before she could reply, Fergus gave her a light slap on the ass.

  “Up on the bed,” he said. “Hands and knees.”

  She crawled to the middle of the mattress, peering at him curiously as he picked up the bag he’d carried to the room.

  Aubrey frowned when he pulled out a blindfold. She’d been expecting something a lot more exciting.

  Fergus placed his knee on the bed next to her, and her chest tightened, panic closing in. She shook her head as he attempted to cover her eyes with the soft material.

  “Hold still.”

  “No,” she said. “Please.”

  Fergus didn’t stop, and she belatedly realized why.

  “Rot—”

  She stopped herself from saying the word, even though she wanted to.

  Fergus paused for the briefest of moments, waiting to see if she’d finish the word. When she didn’t, he continued to put the blindfold over her eyes, resting a comforting hand at the nape of her neck once it was in place. “Breathe, Aubrey,” he said soothingly.

  She tried to draw in air, but her lungs constricted.

  “Why don’t you like the blindfold?” he asked. “Is it because of the nightmare?”

  Aubrey shook her head, wishing she weren’t so stupid, so weak, so suspicious of everyone. “No. I don’t want…” She paused. She didn’t want to tell him the real reason.

  “Tell me, Aubrey. And keep in mind, I’ll know if you’re lying.”

  She was tempted to pull the blindfold off. It would be easier to talk to him if she could see his face. “I don’t—”

  She blew out a long breath and forced the truth out.

  “I don’t want you to take pictures of me.”

  She hated that that was where her fears took her, but with the blindfold on, she wouldn’t be able to see him, wouldn’t know what he was doing that he could use against her later.

  “Here.”

  She felt him press something cool and smooth into her hand. “What—”

  “It’s my phone. Hold on to it for me.”

  “I…you…aren’t mad at me?”

  She could hear the smile in his voice. “Aubrey. I know how hard it is for you to give your trust to someone. You’ve been hurt a lot in the past. All I’m asking you for is the chance to prove that I won’t let you down. Okay?”

  Aubrey nodded and sniffed. Every sweet thing he said made her want to cry, not tears of sadness, but of hope and happiness. “Okay,” she whispered thickly.

  “Blindfold stays on unless you plan on finishing that word.” His voice was deep, confident, the tone of a man who expected to have his wishes obeyed.

  With his phone in her hand, every part of her tensed up again…with arousal rather than fear. “No. I’m okay.”

  He used the hand still on the back of her neck to push her upper body toward the mattress. She shifted from holding herself up with her hands to her elbows.

  “Such a pretty ass,” he murmured, stroking skin that was still sensitive from his
spanking.

  She heard the crinkle of the bag once more. Without the ability to see, her other senses heightened and she tried to figure out what he was doing through sound.

  Aubrey jerked slightly when something cool and wet touched her ass.

  Oh God.

  She trembled as Fergus pressed the tip of one finger into her anus.

  “I don’t…I never…”

  “Shhh,” he soothed. “It’s okay, Butterfly. I’m not going to do anything that hurts.”

  She laughed breathlessly. “You realize that spanking hurt.”

  He chuckled. “That was supposed to be a punishment. But the fact that you came right on the heels of it tells me it fell short of that.”

  “I liked it,” she confessed. “I didn’t expect—”

  Her words were abruptly cut off when Fergus pushed his whole finger into her ass.

  “Oh my God,” she said, the words more air than sound.

  “You like this too.” Fergus didn’t ask. He didn’t need to. Somehow, even though they’d only known each other a short time, he could read her—all of her—without words.

  “Yes.”

  He moved the finger in and out several times, adding more lubrication before sliding in a second finger. He stretched her just to the point of pain, but there was something so wicked about being touched this way that distracted her from any discomfort.

  More than that, it fueled her desire, made her want to try everything. She’d never explored her sexuality, never trusted anyone enough to expand on her knowledge, her experiences in the bedroom.

  With Fergus…she did.

  That realization shook her.

  But he didn’t give her time to consider the implications or fall prey to the inevitable panic attack that was bound to ensue.

  His fingers disappeared—and something harder touched her anus.

  “What—”

  “Butt plug,” he answered before she could ask the question.

  Wow. Fergus definitely didn’t let the grass grow under his feet. He’d obviously considered what he wanted from her, and now he was making it happen.

  She gasped as he pushed the thickest part of the toy inside her. It felt forbidden…and really fucking hot. Aubrey moved one hand to her clit, intent on stroking herself. She’d already come once, but her body apparently forgot about that. She was close…again.

  She’d barely managed more than a glancing touch when Fergus gripped her hand, pulling it away and using it to flip her to her back. He came over her, and she realized he was still fully dressed. She reached for the hem of his T-shirt, anxious to pull it off. She wanted skin on skin. If she couldn’t see him, at least she could feel him.

  Fergus shoved her hand away again.

  “Hey,” she protested.

  “You aren’t in control here, Aubrey. Do as I say—only what I say. Do you understand?”

  “I want you naked.”

  “I’ll take that as a no. You don’t understand.”

  “Please, Fergus! I’m so close. Too close. It hurts. I need—”

  “I know what you need, Aubrey.”

  His reassurance calmed her. Because he really did know. He actually knew better than she did.

  “Good,” he murmured as she stilled.

  The bag crinkled again and she smiled, something he clearly noticed.

  “So fucking perfect,” he whispered.

  He’d said that several times tonight already, and each time, it washed through her like warm water on ice-cold skin. It made her believe in things she hadn’t let herself feel in a very long time.

  Something heavy and cold snapped around one of her wrists. Then he lifted both her arms above her head, clasping them together with handcuffs. These didn’t feel like the fur-covered, fun kind sold in sex shops. These were the real deal.

  “They’re my cuffs. I’m not attaching you to the headboard. I just want you to get used to the feeling of being bound. Next time I get you in my bed, you’re going to be completely tied, helpless to move, to do anything other than take what I give you.”

  She shivered excitedly. “You could do that tonight.”

  He laughed softly. “No. You’re not ready for that.”

  Aubrey recalled her fear of the blindfold and realized he might be right. She wiggled slightly until her shoulder bumped against his phone, lying right next to her on the mattress.

  “Keep your hands above your head.”

  She nodded in acknowledgement, struggling to speak when she felt him leave the bed again. There was no mistaking the sound of him undressing, and she wished he’d take off the blindfold.

  There was another crinkling, this sound different from that of the bag.

  A condom.

  Then his weight on the bed again. He resumed his previous position above her. And then, she got her wish.

  He tugged the blindfold off.

  “I was going to leave it on, but I need to see those pretty blue eyes of yours when I come inside you for the first time.”

  Aubrey started to lift her arms, but the weight of the cuffs reminded her of his command that she keep them there. She was beneath him, naked, her position one of ultimate surrender.

  In a lot of ways, that was what this felt like. She’d given up the battle, let him take her.

  When he shifted, lifting her knees and placing them over his shoulders, the head of his cock touched her clit, and every part of her relaxed, then tensed.

  He pressed in slowly until he reached the hilt, then pulled out again, thrusting in and out in a steady pace meant to give her body time to adjust to his invasion.

  Fergus was a well-endowed man. With the extra pressure of the butt plug still in her ass, Aubrey wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so full. Every minute move he made tweaked and touched some previously unnoticed part of her. She was struggling to keep up.

  “So tight,” she said.

  He grinned. “I think that’s my line.”

  She laughed softly, amazed how Fergus could make something this intense, this powerful, fun as well.

  He continued to move inside her as Aubrey’s climax built slowly. She’d been on the precipice earlier, thinking her orgasm eminent. He was purposely drawing it out, making her want more. So much more.

  “Faster,” she begged, the word accompanied with a moan of pleasure when his cock hit a spot inside her that had her seeing stars. “God! Yes.”

  “You’re going to give me two more orgasms, Aubrey.”

  She shook her head, even though she knew that response was futile. Fergus would take what he wanted, regardless of her response. And she’d love every fucking second of it.

  His pace increased as he thrust harder. Her back arched as she exploded, crying out loudly. Fergus kept pumping inside her throughout her orgasm, causing it to last longer, grow even more powerful.

  Aubrey called out his name, over and over, her body shaking.

  Once her climax waned, Fergus withdrew.

  She lay limp on the bed, only vaguely aware that he hadn’t come yet. Then she recalled his command. Two more orgasms.

  “I can’t do that again,” she said, breathlessly. “It’s all too good. It’ll kill me.”

  He chuckled, but didn’t take her words seriously. “Roll over, Butterfly. I want to see that pretty pink ass again.”

  She tried, but her bones had turned to jelly. Fergus helped her, dragging her ass up until her knees were beneath her, supporting her. She didn’t bother to lift her head from the mattress. She didn’t even open her eyes. She was awash in a sea of bliss and in no hurry to come back to shore.

  Until Fergus plowed back inside her with all the force and speed she’d wanted a few moments earlier. However, her inner muscles were too overstimulated.

  “God!” she yelled, shocked when her exhausted body started to respond to his rough claiming.

  There was no other way to describe the way Fergus was taking her. His fingers clenched her hips tightly, dragging her backwards for every powerful forwar
d thrust. He was deeper than he’d been before, this position making her feel doubly fucked as he wasn’t only taking her pussy, but slightly nudging the butt plug in and out of her ass as well.

  Aubrey’s fingers tightened, scratching at the sheets as she sought purchase. Her wrists were still bound, the cuffs clanging with each inward thrust.

  She came without warning, tossed over a cliff she never even saw coming. Fergus followed her over, his thrusts reduced to slow, hard jerks as he climaxed, her name on his lips.

  “Aubrey. Beautiful Aubrey…”

  They remained locked together for several moments, neither of them willing to be the first to break the connection.

  Fergus shifted, lifting her slowly, until her back was pressed against his chest, his arms engulfing her, taking her breasts in his large hands.

  He’d paid them very little attention during the foreplay, but he seemed determined to make up for that now. His lips slid along the side of her neck, just behind her ear, and she realized they’d barely kissed either.

  “Hold still.” He drew her knees apart and for a second, she panicked, thinking perhaps he intended to do it all over again.

  She’d never had three orgasms in one night, and while she’d joked about it killing her, there was no way a fourth wouldn’t do her in for real.

  When she felt his fingers at the rim of her ass, she recalled the plug. She held her breath as he tugged it out.

  “I’m going to put that inside you before a concert one night, then watch you perform, making sure all you can think about as you sing is me.”

  Aubrey shivered, loving the idea of that. She didn’t bother to tell him he’d been consuming her thoughts while she was onstage for weeks.

  He drew a key from the bag, unlocking the handcuffs and placing them on the nightstand.

  “Lay down, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”

  She hadn’t had much opportunity to look at his naked form before. As he walked away from her, toward the bathroom, she decided Fergus had the greatest ass she’d ever seen.

  When he returned, she noticed he’d disposed of the condom and had splashed water on his face, a few drops clinging to his beard. She’d been looking at him for a month solid, and even now, his stunning good looks still had the power to take her breath away. He was wasted as a bodyguard, more suited for what she’d first believed true—he’d make a killing as a model.