Chapter Twenty-Seven Quinn
A s I sat with Isla at the bar, I couldn’t help reflecting what a lucky bastard I was to have such a beautiful and kind woman at my side. Since she was still healing, Isla had yet to return to work. Although Dr. Feany had cleared her for activities a week after the incident, I’d insisted she take another week considering the aerobatics she did on the pole.
The first few nights of not seeing her at the club was torture. That’s when I asked her to come stay with me while I was at work. She did her coursework while I took care of club business. We had dinner delivered and pretended as best we could that our arrangement was normal dating.
Tonight we’d come downstairs to find the club empty. I’d gone to pour myself a whiskey for the road when Isla had climbed up on one of the bar stools. With a teasing smile, she said, “Hit me with one those too, bartender.”
I snorted. “You hated the taste, remember?”
“I know. But I feel I need to like Irish whiskey if I’m going to date an Irish man.”
Reluctantly, I poured her a glass. To my surprise, she downed it in one gulp. “That wasn’t meant to be a shot.”
After shuddering violently, she croaked, “Delicious.”
“You’re full of shite.”
“I’m always about new experiences.” She tilted her head at me. “What about you? Do you ever do anything spontaneous?”
Maura’s words came back to me when she broke things off. How I was too staid and too rigid. “In my line of work, I’m not afforded the pleasure of spontaneity.”
“I’m not talking about work. I’m talking about right here and right now between us.”
“You want me to be spontaneous?”
“Mm, hmm.”
I furrowed my brows at her. “By doing what?”
Her face lit up. “I know. Let’s dance.”
With a groan, I replied, “Like I told you the night of the gala, I’m not much of a dancer.”
“You don’t say,” she teasingly replied.
Grunting, I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m serious, Isla.”
“Please.” She batted those damn eyelashes of hers. “For me.”
“Fine,” I grunted.
At her squeal, I reluctantly grabbed the remote to turn on the stereo system. When music blared around us, Isla pinched her eyes shut and bounced on the balls of her feet. “I love this song. I haven’t heard it in forever.”
“What is it?”
Her eyes popped open to survey me. “Not much of a music listener either, huh?” At the shake of my head, she replied, “It’s Girls Like You by Maroon Five.”
As she began swaying her hips and waving her arms above her head, she said, “My first concert was Maroon 5.” A ghost of a smile played on her lips. “My mom was going to take us, and then she had a terrible RA flare.”
“RA?”
“Rheumatoid Arthritis. It’s an autoimmune disease. People hear arthritis and think it's a little ache in your joints.” Isla shook her head. “I’ve seen my mom in so much pain she’d be writhing on the bed.”
I grimaced. “Jaysus, I’m sorry for her and for you.”
“Thanks.” Waving her hand as if to dismiss the painful memory, she said, “Anyway, since my mom couldn’t go, my dad took Brooke and me.”
“Your father the Episcopal priest?”
Isla giggled. “Yes. By the end of the night, he was dancing along with us. He even got a T-shirt.” Slowly, the amusement drained from her face. “I found it when we were cleaning out his side of the closet.”
Even though I was completely and totally out of my fucking emotional element, I desperately wanted to do something to take away Isla’s sadness. Against my better judgment, I followed the beat of the music and started swaying my body.
At the sight of me, Isla’s eyes popped wide. “Quinn Kavanaugh, you’ve been holding out on me.”
I froze. “Excuse me?”
“Don’t stop! You’re good.”
“You’re taking the piss.”
She laughed. “I’m what?”
“It’s Irish for mocking me.”
“No. I’m serious.” She waggled her brows. “You have great rhythm. But I already knew that after seeing you in the bedroom.”
“Is that right?”
“Mm, hmm.” Apparently the glass of whiskey was fueling her moves because Isla danced in front of me before bending over and twerking her ass against my crotch. I couldn’t stop myself from smacking one of the firm globes. At Isla’s moan of pleasure, my dick slammed against my zipper.
After she righted herself, she plastered her back against my front. She threw her arm around my neck, drawing my head down. Lifting her chin, she met my lips with hers. Immediately, she thrust her tongue in my mouth.
When she jerked away, breathless and panting, she stared up at me through hooded eyes. “Do something spontaneous now, Quinn.”
“Like what?”
“Fuck me on the stage.”
I slid my hand over her ribcage to cup her breast. “Is that what you want, Little Dove?”
“I know it’s what you want when you watch me dance. I can tell you want to drag me off the pole and fuck me in front of everyone.” She swiveled her hips against my erection. “You want to prove to them I’m yours.”
I growled into her ear. “You are mine.” I squeezed her breast. “These tits are mine.” My other hand slid to cup her center, causing her to hiss in a breath. “Most of all this pussy is mine.”
Isla turned around to face me. She reached for the hem of her sweatshirt before jerking it over her head. She toed out of her boots before stripping her leggings down over her thighs and to the floor.
She stood before me in only a green and gold bra and matching thong. Reaching between us, she took my cock in her hands. “And this? Does it belong to me.”
“It’s yours and yours alone.”
“What are you going to do to me?” she questioned breathlessly.
“Something fucking spontaneous.”
I then swept Isla into my arms. I climbed onto the stage and marched her over to the pole. After I set her down on her feet, I jerked my chin at her. “Put your arms up.”
Ever obedient, Isla did as I asked. My hands came to my tie. Slowly, I untied it and slid it out of my shirt. I wrapped it around the back of the pole before bringing it around Isla’s wrists. After I tied it tight, Isla tried moving her hands, but she couldn’t.
“Now you’re at my mercy.”
Lust flared in her eyes. “What are you going to do to me?” she repeated.
My hand cupped her between her thighs. “Not much foreplay considering how wet you are,” I remarked as I worked her over her thong.
Isla gasped and arched her hips against my hand. “Take off your clothes.”
I cocked my brows at her. “I think you’re confused about who is in charge here. As the one tied up, you’ll do as I say.”
“Please. I want to feel your skin against mine.”
I cupped her mouth. “When you ask so sweetly, I have to oblige you.”
Isla kept her eyes glued to mine as I shrugged out of my shirt. I dropped it to the stage floor. Her gaze slid down my chest to my where my fingers undid my belt and pants.
Once I peeled them off, I worked my cock over my briefs. “Do you want this?”
Isla licked her lips. “Very much.”
“The only thing I regret about this angle is you can’t suck my cock.”
“You could untie me.”
I shook my head. “Oh no. I like you just as you are. Of course, there is the problem of being over dressed.”
Reaching for my discarded pants, I took out my knife. At the sight of the gleaming silver, Isla’s eyes widened in fear, not pleasure. “Easy, Little Dove. You know I’ll never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know,” she murmured softly.
I pulled one of the straps of her bra away from her body. With a flick of the knife, I sliced the fabric.
Isla huffed indignantly. “I happened to like this lingerie.”
“I’ll buy you more.”
Considering how hard my cock was growing from cutting her underwear off, it would be worth every penny. I moved to the next strap and cut it. The bra fell from her body, exposing her perfect tits. At the cool air swirling around them, the perfect pink nipples hardened.
Turning the knife in my hand, I slid the handle down Isla’s breastbone. I brought it to her nipple, rubbing the aching the bud. Isla sucked in a breath as she tugged on her binds.
“Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
Dipping my head, I replaced the handle with my mouth. I sucked the tip deep into my mouth. My mouth twirling around the pebbled flesh. When my teeth grazed her nipple, Isla cried out and bucked her hips.
As I continued sucking her nipple, I slid the knife down her abdomen. I worked it between her legs, the ribbed handle sliding through her slick folds.
“Quinn,” Isla panted, her head falling back.
“Do you want to come on my knife?”
“It’s so wrong,” she murmured.
“But you want it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she pleaded.
Abandoning her breast, I pulled the knife back and turned it in my hand. I pulled the corner of her thong from her hip and cut the fabric. After doing it on the other side, the silky fabric fell to the floor.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded.
Isla slid her thighs further apart. I brought the ribbed handle back between her legs. As I began to rub it over her clit, I slammed my mouth against Isla’s. My tongue thrust against hers just like I was thrusting between her thighs. The harder I rubbed her, the faster her hips moved against the handle.
She tore her lips from mine and cried out. “Please, Quinn!”
I knew she would lose her mind and not in a good way if I was to put it inside her. Instead, I pressed it harder against her clit and furiously rubbed it back it forth.
Isla threw her head back as an orgasm charged through her. She moaned and mewled as her hips continued to rise as she rode out her pleasure.
As she continued coming down, I shoved my briefs down and unleashed my cock. I tossed the knife to the ground. Grabbing her by the ass, I lifted her up to wrap her legs around my waist.
When I plunged into her with a hard thrust, we both moaned. My hips began to relentlessly piston in and out of her. Her ass began to bang back against the pole. I immediately slowed down so I wouldn’t hurt her.
“Harder,” she pleaded.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shook her head. “Fuck me hard, Quinn.”
There was no way I wouldn’t give her what she wanted. With animalistic grunts, I once again began pumping hard in and out of her. Isla’s fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails scouring my skin. My mouth once again found hers, and I fucked her mouth with my tongue just like I was her pussy.
It wasn’t long before my frantic pace sent Isla over the edge with another orgasm. As her walls clenched around me like a vise, I let myself go, spilling into her.
When I came down from my high, my chest heaved with harsh pants. “Fuck, Isla,” I murmured.
A satiated smile curved on her lips. “Bondage and knife play—I’d say that was pretty spontaneous.”
I threw back my head with a laugh. “I aim to please.”