Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
RONAN
Watching Ciara remove her underwear is almost enough to make me spill in my pants. But that might be because she’s taking her sweet time, sliding the bra straps seductively over her shoulders and making sure to brush the lace against her nipples before tossing it aside.
If that weren’t torturous enough, she decides to spread her legs while that sexy lace barely covers her pussy. The slightly darkened material in the center has me squeezing my cock so hard over my pants that I start to question my plans for her.
At this rate, I’m going to bypass all foreplay and sink my cock inside her whether she’s ready or not.
“You call those panties?”
She puts on a coy look. “Do you want to know a secret?”
“What?” My voice is hoarse as I fight the urge to pull my cock out and spill all over those luscious tits.
“I bought these on your credit card.”
Why does that make them so much hotter?
“I hope you bought plenty more because I’m about to tear those off you if you don’t hurry up.”
I take a deep breath as I try to ignore how rock hard I am, but my pleasure is going to have to wait because there are a few things I have in mind for Ciara before my cock gets anywhere near her pussy.
I shrug out of my shirt as I watch Ciara remove her underwear.
When she’s finally naked, she lifts her brows at me, her green eyes dancing.
She thinks this is funny, but I am anything but amused.
“Lie on your front.”
There’s that lip bite again that has me aching to bury my cock inside her.
I watch as she moves to lie on her front, displaying that shapely ass that has a groan building in my throat. But before I touch her, I walk around the bed, reach beneath the frame, and pull out the restraints tucked underneath.
The cuffs are made of leather with a buckle fastening, so they won’t rub against her skin, and lucky for Ciara, there are four of them.
She doesn’t fight me as I attach the first cuff to her left wrist. If anything, she looks eager for me to restrain her hands. But when I move to fasten another around her left ankle, she looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes widening.
“What are you doing?”
“Teaching you a lesson.” I fasten the buckle.
“Seriously?” She pulls against the restraint around her ankle.
“Seriously.”
Before she has a chance to undo the buckles, I move to her other wrist and tie it down before securing the final cuff around her right ankle, gently stroking the soft skin once I’m done.
Even when she’s pissed off, she can’t hide how much she wants my touch, and I fight a smile as I want her to shiver beneath my touch.
I step back to admire the sight of Ciara spread-eagled on the bed. “Much better.”
I’ve tied her up before, but only by the wrists, so tonight’s punishment will be on a completely different level. Having her legs restrained means that she is fully at my mercy, which is perfect for what I have planned.
“Ronan…” She tries to squirm, but the restraints have no give.
“Yes, Tine Bheag?”
I reach for my belt and slide it free from the loops.
The sound of the buckle has a quiet whimper spilling from Ciara’s lips, and I hiss through my teeth as my cock starts to throb.
“Where’s that smart mouth of yours, hmm?” I wrap my belt around my fist, my eyes fixed solely on the soft flesh of her ass. “All bark and no bite.”
“Fuck you. Isn’t it enough that you lock me away inside this hous—”
The tongue of my belt smacks against her ass.
Ciara cries out, but from the way she tries to grind her hips, I know that she enjoys the pain.
I chuckle. “You were saying?”
“You’re an ass.”
“Perhaps, but I think you like being taught a lesson.”
“You think very highly of yourself—”
Another smack of my belt against her ass has her hissing at the sting.
I watch with feral delight as her skin turns pink and her pussy, which is spread bare for me, starts to glisten with arousal.
“You’re the one who’s dripping wet for me, Tine Bheag.”
Ciara’s only response is to pull against her restraints, which has me reaching down to squeeze my cock through my boxers.
“I could edge you all night if I wanted, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
“Don’t,” Ciara moans, and I chuckle.
“You don’t want me to fuck you with my tongue until you’re almost sobbing with the need to come?”
I flick my belt once more, but this time I aim it at her pussy rather than her ass.
Ciara cries out as all four of her limbs pull against the restraints, but I don’t give her time to recover before belting her pussy again.
She moans.
Her delicate folds become red and swollen, but from the wet patch beneath her on the sheets, I know she’s loving every second.
My little firecracker loves pain just as much as pleasure, and I’m going to make sure that she has both all night.
“That’s it, I want you soaking wet for me.” I belt her again. “I want to lick up every last drop of your wetness, Ciara.”
My mouth waters with the need to taste her, but I don’t want to give her the pleasure of my tongue just yet.
“Oh, god,” Ciara buries her face in the pillow.
“Is that what you want? Do you want my tongue on that swollen pussy?”
“Yes…”
She can barely look over her shoulder at me, which means she doesn’t have the pleasure of seeing my cock, which I finally pull free.
The tip is slick with precum, and I rub my thumb over the head, hissing as a surge of pleasure rushes up my spine.
Fuck, I need to be inside her so bad, but the thought of wasting all that sweet arousal…
No. I’ll give her my tongue, but only after she’s earned it.
After half a dozen more hits of my belt, both against her ass and her pussy, Ciara is practically sobbing with need, and my balls are so tight that I almost spill in my hand at the sight of the growing wet patch on the bed.
I toss my belt to the side so I can palm her ass. “Fuck, look at you.”
“Please,” Ciara whimpers.
“Only good girls get to come, baby.” I knead the soft flesh of her ass.
She whimpers again, and the sound sends me right to my knees.
I spread her cheeks and eagerly sink my tongue into her pussy, groaning at the sweet taste of her.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Ciara tries to push back against my face, but the cuffs around her wrists won’t let her move an inch.
I can’t help but chuckle at the string of expletives that leave her mouth when I slide my tongue out of her, my breath tickling her sensitive flesh.
“Another word from you, and I leave you like this all night.” I slap my palm against her ass.
“Fine—”
Another slap, and this time I don’t hold back.
“What did I just say?”
Ciara trembles on the bed, but she remains quiet, just like I told her.
“Good girl.” I bury my face once more in her pussy.
It doesn’t take more than a few long strokes of my tongue along her slit before Ciara’s legs start to shake.
I feast on her like a starving animal, licking and sucking until her arousal drips down my chin.
She does her best to swallow her moans, but the moment I flick my tongue over her clit, she’s gone. She desperately tries to grind against my face, the bed, anything to bring her relief, but that only makes me drag out her pleasure for longer.
I tease my index finger along the crack of her ass before sinking it inside her core.
The moment I’m two knuckles deep, her inner walls clamp around me, and I curse under my breath as my cock starts to leak.
“Ciara…” I wait for her to ignore my warning and beg me for release, but she only whimpers softly as she buries her face further into the pillows.
“It seems someone is learning their lesson.” I pump my finger inside her. “You're such a good girl for me.”
I smirk as I hear her muffled moans.
“I think you’ve earned the right to come.”
I slide my finger out of her pussy before leaning in and wrapping my lips around her swollen clit. I suck hard, and within seconds, Ciara is crying out as she climaxes.
She coats my face with her arousal, and I groan as I continue to lick and suck on her clit, dragging out her pleasure for as long as possible.
The moment her body stills, I get to my feet and shrug out of my pants, smirking at the sight of my wife spread bare before me, her pussy so swollen and wet that I know the moment I get my cock inside her, I won’t be able to hold back.
“I need you,” I groan as I climb onto the bed and sink my cock inside her in one powerful thrust.
“Ronan!” She clenches around me.
“Fuck. You’re so tight.”
Ciara’s skin is flushed and slightly sweaty from the torture she just endured, and the sight of her completely limp with pleasure has me so hard that I can’t bring myself to go slowly.
I need to take her. Need to claim her. Need to see her laid out on this bed with my cum dripping out of her pussy.
The image has me pumping my hips at a brutal pace, my balls slapping against Ciara’s tender ass with every thrust.
She’s going to be sore for a few days after I’m done with her, but that’s just what I wanted.
I thrust even harder inside her. “When you’re sulking around the house, you’ll remember what that costs you every time you take a step.”
I’m hitting her so deep that I know I can get another orgasm out of her, and from the way her pussy is clenching my cock, I know she’s close.
“I want you barely able to walk. I want you to feel the evidence of how well I took you for days.”
Even though she’s restrained, I can’t help but reach out to wrap my hand around the back of her neck, squeezing it just enough to get her to gasp as I angle my hips so that the tip of my cock brushes against her inner walls.
“And what? Shall I wait by the door on my knees, too?”
My growl has Ciara’s pussy clenching.
Fuck, the thought of coming home every day to her naked and on her knees, ready to take me in her mouth is almost enough to make me come.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess? Serving your husband like a good little wife.”
I squeeze her neck harder as my release starts to build.
“More like…the other…way around,” she chokes out.
“Wrong answer.” I thrust into my wife as hard as I can.
With a few more thrusts of my cock, we’re both climaxing, and I can barely take a breath as my cock spills inside her.
Ciara takes everything I have, her pussy milking every last drop out of me until I collapse on top of her, my breathing ragged and both our bodies glistening with sweat.
Ciara’s inner walls pulse around my cock, and I shoot a few last drops inside her. “Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”
“You’re welcome,” Ciara teases, and when I nip at her shoulder, she tries turning her head. “Hey!”
I kiss along the back of her neck. “Have you learned nothing? There is a price to be paid for having a smart mouth.”
“I think I might need another lesson.”
This woman is going to be the death of me. But for her, I’ll go willingly.