Chapter Seventeen
Rylan
“Keep your chest on the bed and your hands behind your back.” There’s a flicker of defiance in her green eyes as she hesitates, her lips tightening into a thin line.
“What if I don’t?” She challenges.
I smirk, stepping closer, my confidence growing with every deliberate step. The air between us seems to hum with unspoken tension, and I can’t help but let a hint of amusement dance across my lips. “Then I’ll tie you up. Is that what you want, mo stóirín?” Her skin flushes a deep shade of pink and her body shivers at my warning.
Her eyes widen slightly, and after a tense moment, she obeys, lowering herself onto the bed and placing her hands behind her back. Her defiance wavers, replaced by a mix of apprehension and anticipation.
“Have you ever been spanked?” I ask, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and sliding them to her ankles.
Her breath hitches. “A . . . a little. In the bedroom.
It’s . . .” She trails off, unable to finish the thought.
I chuckle softly, the curve of her ass is smooth under my palm as I run my hand over her bare flesh. “Good girl,” I murmur, slipping the leather belt from my jeans. The sound of it sliding free makes her squirm, her body tensing.
“Stay still,” I warn, my tone sharp. “If you move again, I’ll tie you down.”
She whimpers, nodding as she presses herself into the bed.
“You deserve to be punished for your behavior, mo stóirín. You do not get to behave the way you have when Noreen and I have done nothing to deserve your insolence. I think fifteen strokes should be enough to teach you a lesson. What do you think?”
She lets out a soft whimper, her legs trembling faintly. As my hand glides gently over her cheeks, she squirms beneath my touch, prompting me to deliver a swift, stinging smack with my palm.
“Hold still,” I snap. “If you don’t, the count starts over.”
Trailing a finger around her clenched hole, I let my touch tease her. “We’ll play with this later,” I whisper, smirking at her soft gasp. Sliding a finger through her slick folds, I groan softly at the wetness that greets me. “You’re already dripping, baby. Is this for me?”
She doesn’t respond, but her body says everything I need to know. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I lick her arousal, savoring the taste.
“Mmm,” I hum. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Does this turn you on? Knowing you’re about to be punished?”
Her soft whimper is answer enough.
I slide my hands over her cheeks, massaging them gently to build the anticipation. “You will count each stroke,” I instruct, “and address me as Sir. If you move, I add more. If you miscount, I add another.”
Raising the belt, I bring it down with a sharp crack across her ass. She cries out, squirming against the bed.
“I’ll let you have that as a final warning. Now count.”
“One,” she gasps.
I tilt my head. “One what?”
She grits her teeth, her skin flushing. “One, Sir.”
The belt comes down again, and she writhes beneath me.
By the time we reach fifteen, her legs tremble, and her arousal drips down her thighs. She’s a mess of need, and she’s on the edge of breaking.
“Please, Sir,” she whimpers, her voice thick with desperation. “I need to come.”
I chuckle darkly, my hand trailing over her heated skin. “Get on your knees like a good slut. Take off my pants.”
A tremor wracks through her hands as she obeys to unzip my jeans.
“Now wrap that dirty mouth of yours around my cock.”
She starts slow, taking her time to adjust, but patience is not a virtue I possess. Groaning, I slide my hand into her lucious, auburn hair, guiding her to take me deeper. Her mouth is tight and hot—perfect, and I can’t help the growl that escapes me as I begin to move.
I’m consumed by the pleasure of her mouth as she takes me in completely, her throat tightening around me with each movement. The sound of her gagging and the sight of drool trailing down her face is a vision of raw beauty unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed. I pull out just as I’m on the edge, leaving her gasping for air. Lifting her under the arms, I place her on the bed, positioning her on all fours.
“Stay just like that,” I command and slam into her with one violent thrust.
Her cry of pleasure and pain fuels me, and I flex my hips into her again, harder, deeper. Her body tightens around me, and when she shatters, her orgasm rippling through her, I feel myself lose control, spilling into her as I groan her name.
Pulling out slowly, I watch as she collapses onto the bed, her body utterly spent. Her hair fans out around her head like a halo, framing her flushed face and sated smile. My eyes linger on the red marks adorning her hips and ass, vivid imprints of my indulgence and a testament to the depths of my desire. I leave briefly, returning with a warm washcloth and a jar of salve. Gently, I clean her up, my movements careful as I apply the soothing balm to her tender skin.
When she’s settled, I tuck her into bed and slide in beside her, pulling her close.
“I’m not your enemy, Savannah,” I whisper against her hair. “I just want to keep you safe.”
Her voice trembles as she whispers, “Then let me go home. We can get to know each other without being forced to.”
I close my eyes, hating the truth I have to tell her. “I can’t do that yet, mo stóirín. They found Vinny’s phone. They saw your messages. They’re looking for you.”
Her body shakes with quiet sobs as she breaks down, and all I can do is hold her as she cries herself to sleep.
Rylan
“Keep your chest on the bed and your hands behind your back.” There’s a flicker of defiance in her green eyes as she hesitates, her lips tightening into a thin line.
“What if I don’t?” She challenges.
I smirk, stepping closer, my confidence growing with every deliberate step. The air between us seems to hum with unspoken tension, and I can’t help but let a hint of amusement dance across my lips. “Then I’ll tie you up. Is that what you want, mo stóirín?” Her skin flushes a deep shade of pink and her body shivers at my warning.
Her eyes widen slightly, and after a tense moment, she obeys, lowering herself onto the bed and placing her hands behind her back. Her defiance wavers, replaced by a mix of apprehension and anticipation.
“Have you ever been spanked?” I ask, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and sliding them to her ankles.
Her breath hitches. “A . . . a little. In the bedroom.” She trails off, unable to finish the thought.
I chuckle softly, the curve of her ass is smooth under my palm as I run my hand over her bare flesh. “Good girl,” I murmur, slipping the leather belt from my jeans. The sound of it sliding free makes her squirm, her body tensing.
“Stay still,” I warn, my tone sharp. “If you move again, I’ll tie you down.”
She whimpers, nodding as she presses herself into the bed.
“You deserve to be punished for your behavior, mo stóirín. You do not get to behave the way you have when Noreen and I have done nothing to deserve your insolence. I think fifteen strokes should be enough to teach you a lesson. What do you think?”
She lets out a soft whimper, her legs trembling faintly. As my hand glides gently over her cheeks, she squirms beneath my touch, prompting me to deliver a swift, stinging smack with my palm.
“Hold still,” I snap. “If you don’t, the count starts over.”
Trailing a finger around her clenched hole, I let my touch tease her. “We’ll play with this later,” I whisper, smirking at her soft gasp. Sliding a finger through her slick folds, I groan softly at the wetness that greets me. “You’re already dripping, baby. Is this for me?”
She doesn’t respond, but her body says everything I need to know. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I lick her arousal, savoring the taste.
“Mmm,” I hum. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Does this turn you on? Knowing you’re about to be punished?”
Her soft whimper is answer enough.
I slide my hands over her cheeks, massaging them gently to build the anticipation. “You will count each stroke,” I instruct, “and address me as Sir. If you move, I add more. If you miscount, I add another.”
Raising the belt, I bring it down with a sharp crack across her ass. She cries out, squirming against the bed.
“I’ll let you have that as a final warning. Now count.”
“One,” she gasps.
I tilt my head. “One what?”
She grits her teeth, her skin flushing. “One, Sir.”
The belt comes down again, and she writhes beneath me.
By the time we reach fifteen, her legs tremble, and her arousal drips down her thighs. She’s a mess of need, and she’s on the edge of breaking.
“Please, Sir,” she whimpers, her voice thick with desperation. “I need to come.”
I chuckle darkly, my hand trailing over her heated skin. “Get on your knees like a good slut. Take off my pants.”
A tremor wracks through her hands as she obeys to unzip my jeans.
“Now wrap that dirty mouth of yours around my cock.”
She starts slow, taking her time to adjust, but patience is not a virtue I possess. Groaning, I slide my hand into her luscious, auburn hair, guiding her to take me deeper. Her mouth is tight and hot—perfect, and I can’t help the growl that escapes me as I begin to move.
I’m consumed by the pleasure of her mouth as she takes me in completely, her throat tightening around me with each movement. The sound of her gagging and the sight of drool trailing down her face is a vision of raw beauty unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed. I pull out just as I’m on the edge, leaving her gasping for air. Lifting her under the arms, I place her on the bed, positioning her on all fours.
“Stay just like that,” I command and slam into her with one violent thrust.
Her cry of pleasure and pain fuels me, and I flex my hips into her again, harder, deeper. Her body tightens around me, and when she shatters, her orgasm rippling through her, I feel myself loose control, spilling into her as I groan her name.
Pulling out slowly, I watch as she collapses onto the bed, her body utterly spent. Her hair fans out around her head like a halo, framing her flushed face and sated smile. My eyes linger on the red marks adorning her hips and ass, vivid imprints of my indulgence and a testament to the depths of my desire. I leave briefly, returning with a warm washcloth and a jar of salve. Gently, I clean her up, my movements careful as I apply the soothing balm to her tender skin.
When she’s settled, I tuck her into bed and slide in beside her, pulling her close.
“I’m not your enemy, Savannah,” I whisper against her hair. “I just want to keep you safe.”
Her voice trembles as she whispers, “Then let me go home. We can get to know each other without being forced to.”
I close my eyes, hating the truth I have to tell her. “I can’t do that yet, mo stóirín. They found Vinny’s phone. They saw your messages. They’re looking for you.”
Her body shakes with quiet sobs as she breaks down, and all I can do is hold her as she cries herself to sleep.