Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Lochlan
If he’d ever seen anything hotter than his mystery blonde over his lap, her bottom nice and pink from his hand, he couldn’t remember. And when she moaned, lifting her bottom and inviting him to explore that sweet space between her thighs, he nearly abandoned his plans to interrogate her further.
But aside from his own need to know exactly how she’d gotten into his room, he intended to impress on her exactly how dangerous it was to lock herself in a room with a strange man she’d just met.
It didn’t matter to him that people engaged in one-night stands all the time.
What if she’d snuck into the wrong room?
What if she’d tried this with someone who wasn’t half as honorable as him?
She could have been hurt, and for reasons he didn’t care to examine at the moment, the thought of her coming to any kind of harm made his blood boil.
Pushing the anger aside for the moment, he patted her gorgeously pink ass. “You still haven’t told me how you got in, babygirl. And I gotta warn you, my hand is getting tired. Might be time to take off my belt and see if that doesn’t make a bigger impression on you.”
Once again, she twisted around to glare up at him. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me, baby.”
“Why is it so important for you to know how I got in?”
If he’d thought she was just being bratty again or stalling for time, he would have happily whipped off his belt then and there.
But there was a hint of true curiosity in her tone, and as a man prone to his own curiosity, he found it oddly endearing.
“I’m a very security-conscious man. I need to know how, so I can prevent it from happening again. ”
“That makes sense, I guess.”
Sliding his hand over her warm skin, he gave her bottom a hard squeeze. “So, how did you do it?”
She sighed, the sound both annoyed and resigned. “I used to work here. I told one of my old coworkers I just needed to check something on her computer real quick and when she walked away, I made myself a key.”
It was a perfectly plausible explanation. But something still wasn’t sitting right with him. “What’s your friend’s name?”
“I’m not telling you that. You can spank me all night and I won’t give up my friend.”
Stubborn little brat. Fortunately for her, he didn’t have access to the tools he usually used to get people to talk.
Also, fortunately for her, he had plenty of other ways to figure out who her contact at the hotel was.
Point Murphy in the right direction and he’d know who her best friend in second grade was.
Which meant right now he could focus on teaching her a lesson and worry about getting the information he needed later.
Something about her explanation still nagged at him, but he’d have plenty of time to figure it out. For now, he was more concerned with showing her exactly how dangerous her little stunt had been.
“All right, babygirl. You don’t have to tell me. I appreciate you being honest with me.”
The woman over his lap immediately relaxed, and he had to swallow a laugh. If only she knew what was coming next.
“So… are you going to fuck me now?”
“Hell yes, I am. Get that gorgeous ass back on the bed.”
She scrambled backward, draping herself back against the pillows again, that same come-hither smile on her face. Only now, there was a hunger in her eyes he hadn’t seen before.
Someone had obviously enjoyed her spanking.
Good to know.
Pushing to his feet beside the bed, he kept his eyes locked on hers as he pulled his belt through the loops of his dress pants. And was rewarded with the widening of her smile as her gaze locked on his hands.
“Hands over your head, babygirl.”
There was a flash of pink as her tongue darted out to run over her lips, and then she was raising her hands up over her head to grip the top of the cushioned headboard. “Like this, Daddy?”
Fucking hell. Not once in his life had ever come in his pants, not even when he’d been a horny teenager, but he was perilously close to doing so just then. “Perfect.”
Placing one knee on the bed, he leveraged himself up to straddle her thick thighs, doing his damnedest not to think about how it would feel to have those same thighs wrapped around his head in a moment.
Blondie’s eyes flashed, the gold heating to a liquid amber as she stared up at him. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you follow directions.”
His cryptic response earned him a huff of annoyance and a narrowing of her eyes as he threaded the belt through the buckle once, twice, three times to form the makeshift cuffs he wanted. It was a trick Tiernan had taught him years ago, when they’d shared one of their many conquests.
For reasons he wasn’t keen to examine just then, the thought of sharing his blonde beauty with anyone, even his twin, twisted his gut with an emotion he only barely recognized as jealousy.
Which was fucked, because he didn’t get jealous.
He loved women, enjoyed women, but the thought of being loyal to one and expecting that same loyalty in return had never really appealed to him.
But the thought of this bratty stranger with the smart mouth and a body made for sin so much as looking at another man…
Shaking off the uncomfortable thoughts, he slipped the makeshift cuffs onto her wrists and tugged at the tail of the belt, tightening it so she couldn’t move her hands. “Comfy, babygirl?”
She gave the restraints an experimental tug, her smile brightening at the realization she was well and truly stuck. “Perfect.”
“Good. Keep your hands right where they are. If you move them, Daddy will have to punish you.”
Need flared in those golden eyes. “Punish me how?”
Chuckling, he lowered his head so that his lips were right near her ear, dropping his voice to a low purr. “The first rule of torture is to never let them know what to expect. So you can either be a good girl, or you can test me and find out exactly who I am, babygirl.”
Daisy
For the first time since she’d set off on this revenge plan of hers, true fear snuck up her spine, icy fingers trailing along her skin. Fighting the urge to shiver, she forced the question she was desperate to ask past her lips. “What do you know about torture?”
“Keep being a brat, and you’ll find out. Hands above your head until I tell you otherwise, babygirl.”
Okay, obviously he meant torture in the sexy way like her books. Not like literal torture. The icy fingers crawling up her back disappeared and the band around her chest eased as she flashed a teasing smile up at him. “Yes, Daddy.”
She’d started the whole ‘Daddy’ thing as a private joke, one she knew he wouldn’t understand but that nonetheless made her giddy.
But when she’d seen the way his eyes flashed when he said it, the burning need in those dark pools, she couldn’t resist saying it again and again just to watch his reaction.
“You really are a fucking brat,” he murmured, shifting his position so he was kneeling between her thighs instead of straddling them. “A brat who apparently has no sense of self-preservation. Do you know how much danger you put yourself in tonight, babygirl?”
As he spoke, he reached for the silky red panties she’d purchased just for tonight’s seduction, giving the material a demanding tug.
Lifting her hips, she let him pull them over her hips and down her thighs, baring her most private parts to his gaze.
With every passing second, her heart hammered even harder at her ribcage.
“Seems unfair of you to punish me when you were the one who invited me up here.”
Judging by the hard look he sent her way, her logic wasn’t going to save her. “I didn’t invite you to break into my room. And what if you’d gotten the number wrong? What if you’d realized I was a creep and you didn’t want me to fuck you after all, but it was too late?”
She hadn’t actually considered any of those options, and she was hit with the sudden, unsettling realization that for all her research, she didn’t actually know him. “Are you a creep?”
“Not the point, babygirl. But that’s fine. You aren’t leaving my bed until I’m damn sure you won’t do anything this fucking reckless again.”
Before she could ask what he meant, his arms were hooked around her thighs and his face was buried in her pussy. Pleasure, more shocking and intense than any she’d felt before, flashed through her as he ate.
No. Not ate. Feasted. Never in her life had a man ever focused so intently on her and her pleasure. Her ex-fiancé only did so under duress, and even then it was just a few lazy licks before he moved onto the main event.
Tiernan O’Rourke was clearly cut from a different cloth. Tongue and teeth teased every inch of her dripping pussy, driving her closer and closer to the edge of what she instinctively knew would be the best goddamn orgasm of her life.
And then the motherfucker stopped.
When she was right there, teetering on the edge of oblivion, he lifted his head to peer up at her, a smug smile tugging at his lips. “Are you going to break into any more hotel rooms, babygirl?”
“What?” Was he seriously asking her that now?
“Hmm. Not the answer I was looking for. Let’s try again.”
Oh, thank god. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back against the cushioned headboard behind her and focused on her pleasure. Focused on getting herself over that cliff’s edge before he—
A scream of frustration ripped from her throat when he stopped again, leaving her soaking wet and desperate.
“One more time, blondie. Are you going to break into any more hotel rooms?”
“If it will get me a fucking orgasm, I won’t even set foot in another hotel room again for the rest of my life. Happy?”
“Unfortunately for you, I don’t believe you. Again.”
Tears burned against her eyelids as he pushed two fingers inside her, stretching her as his wicked tongue went to work on her swollen clit. And this time when he brought her right to the edge before yanking her back again, something inside her broke.
“Please, Daddy. I’ll say whatever you want me to say. Just please let me come.”
“I don’t just want you to say it, babygirl. I want to be absolutely fucking convinced you won’t put yourself in any more dangerous situations. Convince me of that, and I’ll eat this sweet pussy until you lose count of how many times I make you come.”
She could promise that, right? After all, most of her work was done from the comfort of her own home and it wasn’t like she made a habit of hooking up with strange men from hotel bars.
It wasn’t like she made a habit out of just ‘hooking up’ with anyone really.
She was what people sometimes called a serial monogamist, and her last relationship had dragged on for nearly two years before it had gone up in a rather spectacularly fiery explosion.
Besides, it wasn’t like he’d know if she ever broke that promise.
Right?
Right.
Digging her fingers into the headboard, she arched up, her brain struggling to focus on what he was demanding of her through the haze of lust he’d layered over her mind. “Okay! Okay! No more!”
A sob stuck in her throat when he lifted his head. “No more what, babygirl? Be specific?”
“N-no more breaking and entering. No more dangerous situations. I swear.”
“You better mean that, babygirl. Because I have ways of finding out if you break that promise and you do not want to find out what happens to naughty little girls who lie to their Daddies.”
A shiver that was somehow both terror and arousal raced up her spine at his words. “I do, I do mean it. Now will you please make me come?”
“As you wish.”
This time, when he ducked his head, he didn’t stop when she reached the edge.
He shoved her straight over it, curling his fingers to hit that exact right spot inside her as he sucked on her clit.
And as she flew, she shattered into a million tiny little pieces, her screams echoing off the walls of his hotel room as she bucked and writhed beneath him.
She was wrong, she realized as she lay there, too stunned to even consider moving. That hadn’t been the best orgasm of her life. It had been the best orgasm of anyone’s life, she was sure of it.
But as she struggled to drag oxygen into lungs that suddenly felt too tight, too small, his wicked laughter vibrated against her still-spasming pussy.
“That was one, babygirl. Let’s see how high you can count.”