Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Lochlan
She trembled, literally fucking trembled at his words. So fucking sweet for such a brazen little thing. There was something just so goddamn delicious about a woman with her kind of fire finally breaking, finally surrendering to his will.
No. Not just a woman like her. Her, specifically.
Everything about the gorgeous woman trembling beneath him seemed custom-made just for him.
From her body, with her round stomach and lush curves to the way she smirked when she thought she was getting her way to the way she begged and pleaded when she realized she wasn’t.
Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
The need to stake his claim, to brand her as his was like a living thing inside him, clawing at his chest, desperate to be free. And unlike his brother and his cousins, Lochlan O’Rourke had never believed in denying himself what he wanted.
Turning his head, he brushed his lips over the dimpled skin of her thigh. His babygirl’s soft sigh washed over him, and if he’d had any kind of conscience, he might have felt guilty for lulling her into such a false sense of security before what he was about to do.
But he didn’t.
So when he sank his teeth into the spot he’d just kissed, deep and hard enough to rip a shocked cry from her throat as she arched up beneath him, he felt nothing but pure, unfiltered power.
The kind that came from knowing he had someone so completely at his mercy he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.
Normally, he only felt this particular brand of excitement when he had someone in his chamber, punishing them for some sin against the family or torturing information from them.
Feeling this way, with her, it was… beyond anything he’d ever felt before. And for the first time he could understand why Killian frequented that club of his so often. If this was how he felt, well, maybe Lochlan would get himself a membership after all.
Or maybe he’d just keep his naughty babygirl.
An image of her, tied to his bed while he tested the limits of her pain tolerance, leaving his mark on every inch of her thick, curvy body popped into his mind as he ran his tongue over the deep marks his teeth had left in her skin.
A man could get used to something like that.
“You-you bit me!”
Her tone was so full of surprise, he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I did. Do you have a problem with that, babygirl?”
Silence met his question, and he pulled his gaze away from the marks—his marks—on her thigh to look up at her, letting his amusement show as he met her eyes.
Instead of the stunned shock he expected to find there, however, he saw only calculation.
Like she was genuinely, deeply considering the question he’d just asked her.
Fucking adorable.
“No…” She hesitated, and he swore he could see the wheels turning in that busy brain of hers. “No, I don’t think I do have a problem with it. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
“So you like it when Daddy hurts you.”
He didn’t bother to phrase it as a question, because they both damn well knew the answer. But she nodded, slowly, and he had the sheer joy of watching the revelation light her pale eyes.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.”
The darkness that lived inside him slithered through his veins at her answer, hungry and demanding as Lochlan let his lips curve up in a smile designed to make even the strongest man fear for his life.
But his babygirl only met his gaze head-on, her pupils darkening with a need that might damn well match his own.
“Then let’s see how much you can take.”
Daisy
Somewhere in the very recesses of her mind, she was aware that she should be afraid. The man between her thighs clearly enjoyed hurting her, which should worry her. What kind of man actually liked hurting the woman he was fucking?
Plenty of men. They’re called sadists.
While she’d never been particularly interested in kink herself despite the joke she’d made at the bar, she’d read about it plenty of times.
It wasn’t unusual for her to devour a couple books a day when she wasn’t working, and romance held a particular fascination for her. And the spicier the better.
So she knew all about sadists and kink and things like that.
But even though reading about scenes where a woman let a man do all manner of depraved, humiliating things to her—or vice versa, Daisy wasn’t picky—had made her heart beat faster and her clit throb, she hadn’t ever sought out those experiences for herself.
After all, from what she’d read, the reality never truly lived up to the fantasy.
But maybe the books were wrong. Because this reality was more than living up to even her most depraved fantasies.
The spot where he’d bit her still ached a bit, and she was pretty sure it was going to bruise, but even though he’d just gotten her off her pussy absolutely throbbed at the thought of him hurting her again.
“What are you going to do to me?” God, was that really her voice? All soft and breathless and… sexy?
She wasn’t sexy, she knew that. Pretty, even beautiful when she put her mind to it. But Derek had made it very, very clear that fucking her was like putting his dick in a wet sock. It got the job done, but it was boring as hell.
Which was why he’d found other, apparently more exciting places to put his dick.
Tiernan didn’t seem the least bit bored by her, however. The way he was staring up at her put her in mind of a panther about to take down a particularly tasty gazelle. Imagery that wasn’t helped by the ravenous need that lit his dark eyes at her question.
“I’m going to hurt you,” he answered simply, and her heart beat triple time in her chest at the breezy reply. “And then I’m going to make you come so hard you question your own existence.”
“You’ve already done both those things.”
His wicked laughter rippled over her skin. “No, babygirl. I haven’t even started yet.”
Rising up onto his knees, he reached for her wrists, tugging at the leather binding her hands together.
And when he looked down at her, he was wearing that boyish grin she remembered from the bar, the one that had turned her knees to jello and made her grateful she was already sitting down when he flashed it at her.
“I think we can find some much more interesting uses for Daddy’s belt, don’t you?”
“I don’t know, using it to tie me up like that was pretty damn creative. Gonna be hard to top it.”
“Don’t you worry about that, babygirl. You just worry about keeping those thighs spread nice and wide for me.”
If Daisy Harrington had one vice, it was curiosity. “What happens if I don’t keep them open?”
Again with that need, that hunger burning in his gaze that spoke of how desperately he wanted to hurt her. “Then Daddy will have to punish you.”
Okay, yeah, she was definitely more fucked-up than she’d ever realized because that should not sound hot. Shouldn’t have her pussy spasming and her clit throbbing as her mind raced with possibilities about what his ‘punishment’ might entail.
Eyes locked on his, she lifted her hips up from the bed, rearranging herself so her thighs were spread as wide as she could manage, leaving every bit of her most vulnerable parts open to him.
Her heart thundered as she watched him take hold of the metal buckle, wrapping the leather around his fist until only a short tail remained free.
And it hit her then, in a way it hadn’t before, that he was still fully dressed while she was completely, utterly naked but for her glasses.
Seeing him there, in his ass-hugging jeans and black dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, he looked… dangerous.
And she fucking loved it.
“You can put your hands down now, babygirl.” His voice was soft, might have even been comforting except for the ripple of something dark and twisted beneath the words that sent a shiver racing up her spine.
“But keep them by your side. Do not try to shield yourself. I don’t want to hurt those pretty hands. ”
“Just the rest of me?”
It was meant to be a joke, something to lighten the mood. But there was nothing light or playful about the way his gaze raked over her naked flesh.
“Exactly.”
Oh, fuck.
Her heart slammed into her ribcage as he raised the belt. The world around her went silent, with no sound but her own blood roaring in her ears as she watched him whip the thin tail down over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Pain, sharp and cutting, sliced through her and she arched up with a cry as her brain scrambled to process what had just happened.
He’d whipped her. With a belt.
And she’d liked it.
There was no denying either truth. Because despite the tears pricking her eyes, her clit throbbed with every beat of her heart.
Locking her gaze with his, she licked her suddenly too-dry lips. “Again.”
That darkness she’d sensed in him before filled his gaze, and fear skittered up her spine as he whipped her other thigh, drawing another pained cry from her lips.
“Again.”
Two more lines for each thigh, leaving her with three perfect welts on either side. Fascinated, she ran the tips of her fingers over the sore, raised flesh.
“Hands to your side, babygirl,” he reminded her in that surprisingly soft, and yet not-quite-comforting tone.
Her hand shook as she moved it to the side and raised her gaze once more to his. “Again?”
“Yes. But not your thighs this time.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he answered her with a flick of his wrist. The leather tail of his belt drew upward, catching the soaked lips of her pussy with a pain so fucking sharp she thought it might actually slice her in two.
“Oh, fuck!” Gripping the pillows on either side of her, she threw her head back against the padded headboard, her breaths coming in deep, labored gasps as she struggled through the blinding pain. “That really fucking hurt.”
“Good.”
She barely had a second to register the meaning behind that single syllable before the leather snapped against her sensitive lips again. Only this time, the very tip connected with her clit, a shockwave of pain and pleasure that had stars exploding behind her eyelids.
“Daddy… please…” The words came out as a whine, a begging plea that might have humiliated her if she hadn’t been drowning in pain and want and need.
“One more, and then Daddy will kiss it and make it all better.”
One more. She could take one more. Dragging air into her too-tight lungs, she nodded and braced herself for another explosion of that exquisite pain.
And when it came, she choked on a sob, not even bothering to try and stop the tears that streamed from her eyes as pain and pleasure overwhelmed her. Took her past everything she thought she could handle to some secret place she’d never been before.
“Fuck, baby.” Tiernan’s words were a low, borderline desperate moan as he shifted on the bed.
And then something wet ran over her cheek, shocking her into opening her eyes just in time to see his tongue flick out again, swiping the tears from her skin as he sighed the happiest, dreamiest sigh she’d ever heard.
“Your tears are so sweet, babygirl. Someday, I’m going to tie you up and torture you until you’ve given me every fucking tear you have. But for now…”
Sliding back down her body, he once more wrapped his arms around her thighs, and now his tongue lapped at an entirely different part of her body. “Daddy’s going to kiss it and make it all better.”