Bronagh
Honestly, I wasn’t sure who was more bullheaded: Dad or Cathal. But there was one thing I knew for sure. I wasn’t allowing Murdoch, Dad’s head of security and lead bodyguard, to carry me out of here.
For one thing, I knew Cathal would try to stop them.
Secondly, I wanted to finish my talk with Cathal.
A spark of hope had blossomed when he began to tell me about Wicked Desires.
His sincerity when he spoke of his pleasure in our lovemaking sounded so damn real.
No way was I letting my dad or his men stop me from finding out what else I hadn’t known.
My threat to Murdoch wasn’t an idle one.
He had been one of the guys I’d sparred with every time Dad came to visit.
Yeah, he snuck off whenever he could to see me.
Sometimes, he’d send Murdoch by himself to check on me.
When Dad and his guards weren’t around, I’d been taught by the best instructors money could buy.
Dad wanted me to be able to defend myself.
He always told me the world was a very dangerous place, even if I wasn’t his daughter.
Murdoch had stopped when I issued my warning.
He glanced from me to my dad, who scowled harder than before.
He was going for the voice that had made me listen as a child. It lost its effectiveness as I grew older. Yes, I hated to disappoint him, but I would.
“No.”
“No! You can’t tell me no!” Dad shouted.
“I most certainly can and did. Go to the main house. I know you’ve never been here. You should see it. It’s beautiful. Hang with everyone, and when I’m done, we’ll talk again.”
I informed him as I came to stand next to Cathal. I slipped my hand into his. I felt his surprise rather than saw it. I gave his hand a small squeeze, and Cathal returned it. We presented a united front to my dad.
Dad tried to order me again, then pleaded with me. When that failed, he grudgingly gave up. Before he left the room, he pointed his finger and gave Cathal a hard look.
“If I find out you touched her or used threats against her, I swear I’ll carve out your liver before any of your goddamn guards can stop me. Treat her with respect.”
“Faolán, I will.”
We watched my disgruntled dad leave with the others. Dar winked at us before he shut the bedroom door. We said nothing until we heard no more voices or footsteps. When that happened, Cathal walked me to the loveseat, and we sat together on it this time. He kept hold of my hand.
“Okay, where were we?” he asked.
“You were about to tell me about how you figured out you were different from the others and how it led to the kink revelation,” I reminded him, although I doubted he had forgotten.
“Ah, yeah. Well, like all boys, I started to notice which sex I preferred around ten. Of course, it wasn’t sexual yet, but I knew that I liked girls differently than I had.
By the time I was eleven, I was noticing their bodies changing, how pretty their hair was, that sort of thing.
At thirteen, I started having other thoughts.
Sure, like a guy that age, I was masturbating daily, more than once a day.
“As part of that were the fantasies. I’d heard older guys talk, ask questions, had sex education by then, so I knew what sex was.
And I was deeply interested in it. As with all adult heterosexual men, boys are fascinated with the thoughts of touching breasts and getting to touch a pussy,” he paused to wink at me.
“But mine went further. I wondered what would happen if I pinched a girl’s nipples. I had access to dirty magazines. The women’s distended nipples drew me. Those with long hair made me wonder if I pulled it, what would they do? After I had sex for real, I began imagining other things.”
“How old were you when you lost your virginity?” I asked.
“I was fifteen. She was nineteen, and I met her when I snuck off at night while we were visiting our home in Ireland.
She was pretty and thought I was older. We were home for a month.
I visited her several times. As I got older, I heard about sex clubs.
I was curious about them. By then, as an adult, I could explore.
“I’d noticed the few times I asked my brothers and male cousins things about how they saw sex or experienced it, they never mentioned wanting to pull a woman’s hair, pinch her nipples until she cried out. Or spank her.
“I was twenty-one when I went to a club and felt for the first time that I was somewhere where people would understand my thoughts and needs. From there, I explored various clubs when I got the chance. I read up on the kink and BDSM lifestyle.
“I began to experiment, and it grew from there. When the family was discussing adding onto the family businesses, I mentioned why not a kink club? They didn’t shoot me down, but asked for ROI research. I had it for them. They let me go with it, and that’s how Wicked Desires was born.
“Having my own club set up the way I thought was best, which was a lot of things I borrowed from the best clubs I’d been to, allowed me and others to comfortably and safely play. And I knew what I didn’t want from the less desirable ones.”
“Do you mind if I ask where the clubs you borrowed from were? Was there one that really stuck out for you?” I asked.
“Actually, the one that I modeled Wicked off of the most is in Nashville, Tennessee. It’s called the House of Lustz.
The owner is a guy named Mikhail Ivanova.
A fun coincidence is that Mikhail’s family on his father’s side is the Bratva, the Russian Mafia.
Although Mikhail himself has nothing to do with that life,” he hurried to say.
I knew the reputation of the Russian Bratva. They were no one to mess with. Another question came to mind.
“Why do you believe these needs of yours would prevent you from finding a woman to love and have a life with? Are you into dangerous stuff? Things that hurt the women?” A knot formed in my throat as I asked that.
“Dangerous, no, because I know what I’m doing.
Anything you do can end up dangerous if you’re not careful.
As for hurting them, that’s a little harder to answer.
Yes, there can be pain, but it’s tailored to the individual’s tolerance and the needs of my sexual partner.
Some women wanted more pain. I’d never do anything that left them marked, scarred, or permanently changed.
I’m not into cutting, burning, or piercing their bodies with things.
I can go on with examples, but you get the idea.
However, for those who do enjoy that, I don’t judge.
“That’s another thing about the club lifestyle that I like. You’re not judged for what you enjoy, even if someone isn’t into it themselves. I find those who are patrons in the clubs and lifestyle are more accepting than most regular people.”
“Okay, so what makes you believe you can’t have someone who will enjoy it? Clearly, you’ve had lots of partners at the club and outside of it,” I pressed, though I hated to imagine Cathal with another woman.
“I have, but they were there for reasons that wouldn’t align with what I wanted.
Some only wanted to play, not for anything permanent.
Others wanted me for my name and wealth, but not as a person.
Others might pretend to like the same things I do, but it was an act to lull me into making them my wife.
In all the time I’ve been sexually active, I never once met a woman who wanted everything I had to give.
“I want someone who believes in family the way I do. One who wants kids and, while independent herself, is still willing to follow me when I say it’s necessary.
She has to be able to withstand the scrutiny we get.
She has to accept my family, be honest, loyal, and utterly faithful.
I won’t share. She has to be sexually adventurous, and of course, I want a fulfilling sex life.
But that’s not all. I believe in love. I want a soulmate, a best friend.
My wife has to be able to know all my secrets and keep them safe.
All those things I want, I’ll give in return. ”
“And you never found anyone like that,” I said softly. I felt let down. He said he loved me, but clearly, I didn’t bring everything to the table.
“Look at me, Bronagh,” he insisted.
I reluctantly met his gaze. “I did find someone who I believe brings those things to my life. The only thing in doubt is the adventurous part when it comes to kinks. I’ve never asked or tried with you.
But then again, I found having what people call regular sex is amazing with you.
If I have you, I can do without the other.
And I wouldn’t have said that before our meeting,” he told me.
“What kind of kinks are you into?” I asked.
“How familiar are you with the kink, BDSM life?” he countered.
“I’ve read a lot, actually. Have I experienced it?
No, because I’ve never been with anyone who asked, or I've never felt comfortable asking about it. Have I been curious? Sure. But I don’t know what I’ll like unless I try it.
However, I know for sure I wouldn’t want to be whipped until I bleed, or cut with a knife, burned, and several things that are considered medical play,” I informed him.
“I’m not into those either. I like impact play, binding my partner, a variety of sensory play, primal, and consensual non-consensual play, which is known as CNC.
Anal, role-playing, edging, wax play, and voyeurism.
That’s not an exhaustive list. And since meeting you, I’ve added one. ” Cathal added hesitantly.
“And what is that?”
“Breeding, but not just the fantasy of the risk of impregnating you. I want to plant a baby inside of you and then watch how your body changes. I want to taste your breast milk. Ever since we decided not to use condoms, even though you’re on contraception, I’ve imagined knocking you up.
I’ve never wanted to do that to anyone else. ”
“Really?” I squeaked.
“Yeah, really. I told you I used not to care if someone saw my partner. But with you, I don’t want anyone to.
However, if we had sex where we might be seen, but there wasn’t a true risk of it, that would be thrilling.
A lot of it for me is about giving my partner the biggest and best orgasms. Doing that makes mine even better. ”
I sat there letting everything Cathal had shared with me sink in.
As it did, and he patiently waited for me to speak, I began to get excited.
Nothing that he’d told me scared me enough to say no.
He mentioned things I was already interested in.
Others, I hadn’t thought about, but I wouldn’t say no to the possibility. We’d have to try and find out.
God, was I thinking of not only agreeing to stay with him, but to marry him, as planned? Was I about to agree to try the things he mentioned and more, and see what I liked? Could I be everything Cathal wanted and needed?
As I thought, I watched him. After several minutes, he developed a tick. It was in the muscle in his cheek. Unable to stand it, I scooted closer to him and put my hand up to soothe the tick.
“Cathal, nothing that you just told me disgusts me. I have to tell you that first. And as for the things you mentioned that you like, I’m not scared of them.
I’d like to know more about them, such as what primal, CNC, and exhibitionism entail.
As for your newest one, I don’t know that I’m ready to have a baby, but it might be fun to practice having you breed me. ”
His groan was low and sounded somewhat tortured. “Foc, don’t say that,” he said in a guttural voice.
A glance down showed him growing hard, a lump forming behind his zipper. The urge to touch him, take his cock out, and give him head until he blew made me shiver. My nipples were growing hard as my panties grew damp. It had been too long since we’d made love, fucked, whatever you wanted to call it.
“Okay, how about I say this? Is there anything else you need to tell me? Are there any other secrets you have that I don’t know?”
His eyes flickered. My heart sank. There was more?
“Yes, there is, but they relate to the family as a whole, not me individually. And those are things that I can’t tell you, not until after marriage. I swear they relate to our own safety and, at times, to others. That’s all I can tell you. I’m sorry.”
I wasn’t expecting him to put it like that.
My curiosity increased, but if it was about safety, how bad could it be?
The bottom line was, could I live with everything he told me, plus an unknown?
Or better yet, could I live without him?
In less than a month, Cathal had stolen my heart.
If he hadn’t, the other night wouldn’t have hurt as it had.
“There’s one thing I want us to do.” I finally said.
“What? Anything,” was his immediate response.
“I want you to take me to Wicked Desires. I want to see what it’s like at your workplace. Will you do that?”
“You’re sure you want to go?” Cathal’s face and voice revealed his shock, edged with joy.
“Yes, I am.”
“Then yes, I’ll take you. We can go tomorrow night if you’re feeling up to it. Does this mean you’re staying? That you’ll marry me this weekend?” he asked urgently.
I leaned close, only inches from his mouth. “Yes, it means I’ll stay and marry you,” I whispered right before I sealed my lips to his. He hungrily returned the kiss. We sealed my fate, whatever it became. I’d committed fully to Cathal O’Sheeran.