Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Daisy
Her poor clit, swollen and aching from that first orgasm and the whipping he’d just given her, throbbed as he ran the flat of his tongue over it.
A low whine slipped past her lips as she slid her hands into his hair, holding him against her pussy as she mindlessly rolled her hips, grinding her clit against his tongue.
The need he’d slaked once already coiled inside her again, tight and demanding and desperate as he lazily pushed his tongue inside her.
No. Not lazy. Slow and measured, easily mistaken for languidness. But what he was, really, was intentional. Deliberate. Moving at his own pace, despite her every attempt to urge him on.
Pulling her clit between his lips, he suckled gently at the swollen nub, just enough to tease and torment, but not nearly enough to send her flying. Frustration built alongside need, and she gave his hair a sharp tug. A silent message to get the fuck on with it already.
But instead of heeding her command, he paused, and everything inside her froze in quiet terror as he lifted his head to stare up at her.
To her surprise, however, he didn’t chastise her. Amusement danced in his dark eyes as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit the exact spot inside her designed to drive her out of her mind with need.
“Need something, babygirl?”
The question held that same pseudo-laziness from before. And again she was left with the impression it was deliberate on his part, a trap designed to lure her in, to give her a false sense of control.
How far would he take the charade? How far could she push a man like Tiernan O’Rourke before he snapped?
Only one way to find out.
Letting her lips spread to a wide, sassy grin, she gave his hair another sharp tug. “Yes. I need you to eat my pussy like you fucking mean it.”
Again those fingers inside her curled, stroking that spot in her pussy that turned her vision gray at the edges as pleasure arced along her veins. “Is that an order, babygirl?”
Danger lurked beneath the breezy words, but it only tightened that coil of need inside her. “Yes. Yes, it’s an order.”
“As you wish.”
Three words. Three words was all the warning she got before he was on her, tasting her, devouring her. His fingers inside her turned rough, demanding as he sucked hard on her clit.
Bucking beneath him, she shattered with a scream, pleasure turning her blood to molten gold in her veins as her fingers tightened in his hair. Pure euphoria swept over her, making her head spin a bit as she grinned up at the ceiling.
Fucking perfect.
But as the high of her orgasm faded, pleasure gave way to pain when he sucked again at her overly sensitive clit.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Her laugh was shaky, giving away how thoroughly wrecked she was by his attention. “Seriously. That hurts.”
He didn’t stop. Didn’t so much as hesitate as his fingers continued fucking her still-spasming pussy, as he continued his assault on her poor abused clit.
“Daddy, please.” Demands turned to pleading, and she pulled sharply at his hair again. “Please, it’s too much.”
His laughter vibrated against her clit, the unexpected sensation shocking a gasp from her as he lifted his head. “You told me to eat your pussy like I fucking mean it. I aim to please, babygirl.”
Oh, fuck.
“You did. I am pleased. Very, very pleased.”
A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “Glad to hear it. Let’s see how many times I can please you before you pass out.”
Panic clawed at her chest, but no matter how hard she pulled on his hair, he didn’t budge. He simply lowered his head again, scraping his teeth over her clit, twin blades of pleasure and pain threatening to slice her open from the inside.
No matter how she wept, how she begged, how she cursed him and his entire family, he never stopped. Even when she went stumbling over that edge a third time, her throat scraped raw from her screams, he didn’t even fucking pause.
“Daddy, please. Please. It’s too much. I can’t… I can’t…”
Words failed her as he continued working her, pushing her past that painful threshold again to where pleasure lived. But even here, there was pain, little stabbing needles of it as she shattered a fourth time.
Her mind, like her body, fractured after that and she lost count. Words failed her as she whimpered and wept her way through orgasm after orgasm.
So broken was she, that she barely registered when he stopped. When he gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, hard enough for some distant part of her brain to wonder if there’d be more bruises in the morning as he yanked her down the bed so he could bury himself inside her.
“Fucking hell, babygirl,” he moaned, pressing his face into the side of her neck as he fucked her. Hard, slow thrusts, driving his cock deep, so deep inside her it stole her breath.
“Daddy.” Another whimper, so quiet she wasn’t sure she’d even spoken.
“Yeah, baby. Daddy’s right here. Fucking this pretty pussy the way you deserve.” A shift, and then his hand was between them, stroking her overworked clit back to life. “Are you gonna let me feel you come all over Daddy’s cock, babygirl?”
“C-can’t. Please, Daddy. Please, it’s too much.”
Pain lanced through her shoulder, and it took her a few stunned moments to realize he’d bitten her again.
Releasing her, he laved his tongue over the mark, his quiet laughter once more vibrating against her skin.
“But it’s not too much, is it, baby? You can do it, because Daddy says so.
And you’re Daddy’s good little slut, aren’t you?
Desperate for Daddy to come inside you, to fill you up. ”
Her logical mind rebelled against his words, against the crude terms and harsh tone. But that part of her was so buried beneath the pleasure he’d forced on her, she could barely hear it.
And despite her protests, pleasure was once more building in her core with every thrust of his cock inside her. “Please… please…”
She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for. Whether she wanted him to stop or to keep going until she lost all sense of reality.
It didn’t matter. Because it wasn’t for her to decide. Slamming his hips into hers, Daddy fucked her with that same measured intensity as he worked her up toward that peak again.
“Shh, baby,” he crooned, the gentle tone so at odds with the pain slicing through her with every thrust it short-circuited her brain. “You’re almost there. Come for Daddy one more time, babygirl. You can do it.”
Spurred on by his praise, she arched up, meeting his increasingly frantic thrusts. Mindless, needy, wanton she moved beneath him as slow and measured turned frenzied and desperate.
“Fuck!” His deep, guttural cry echoed in her ears as she shattered one final time, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her own scream rent the air.
He was still inside her when the darkness came for her, dragging her under into blissful nothingness.
Lochlan
He’d never watched a woman sleep before. Well, not so closely, anyway. There had been plenty of late-night stakeouts where he’d watched women and men snooze away in their beds while he waited for something interesting to happen.
But this, lying in bed next to a woman while she breathed deeply beside him, her hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her head and her body tangled in his covers, this was new.
And fascinating.
Lifting a finger to her cheek, he traced the gentle slope of her jaw, reveling in the softness of her skin beneath his hand.
Fucking hell, she was beautiful. And all his.
Not just for tonight. As far as Lochlan was concerned, she was his for keeps.
Convincing her might take a minute, but he had no doubt he could get her there.
Judging by the quality of the clothing he’d stripped from her, she enjoyed nice things.
He could afford plenty of nice things, even once the family went completely legit.
Killian had seen to that, working with people who knew a thing or two about investing to insure they would barely even feel the pinch when they cleared the last of the family’s illegal businesses from their deck.
Which meant he’d be able to provide for her, at least materially. Emotionally, he probably wasn’t the safest bet, but they could figure that out. Probably. Killian was good at all that romantic crap, and he’d be happy to help.
Once he got done laughing his ass off at the idea of Lochlan O’Rourke falling in love.
So what would Killian tell him to do in this scenario?
Food. She’d probably be hungry whenever she finally woke, so he’d just have to make sure to have plenty of food available.
Grabbing his phone from the bedside stand, he pulled up the menu for room service. And immediately ran into his first roadblock.
What foods did she like? Did she have any allergies? Sensitivities? He could wait for her to wake up so he could ask, but that would mean an even longer delay before she’d be able to eat anything at all.
One of everything, then. It was way too much food for the two of them, but at least she’d have options.
He slipped from the bed, careful not to wake her as he moved to the bathroom to place their order. The woman who answered the phone asked him no less than a dozen times if he was sure about his order, but her confusion amused him more than it annoyed.
Maybe falling in love was making him soft. Another thing for Killian to laugh over when he found out.
With that handled, he made his way back to the bed, where his mystery woman had shifted in her sleep, the sheet riding up to reveal the creamy expanse of her thigh. His cock twitched at the sight, letting him know he was more than ready for round two.
Tugging at the sheet, he slowly revealed the rest of her lush body, all those soft curves he couldn’t wait to explore again. Her ass still bore the faint outline of his handprints, and he didn’t even bother trying to resist the urge to trace them.
Would she let him do it again? She’d seemed to enjoy it when he’d hurt her before, especially when he’d whipped her thighs and pussy with his belt.
The thought of waking her with more pain appealed to those dark, twisted parts of him, the parts Killian employed on a regular basis when he needed someone down in the trenches doing his dirty work.
But he’d never indulged those needs with a woman before, too afraid he’d slip and do some kind of irreparable damage.
With her, though… maybe he could be himself. Let the beast off the chain, so to speak.
A question for later. Now, he was more interested in waking her with pleasure than pain. There would be plenty of time to test her limits, see how much pain she could take before breaking.
He was planning to keep her forever, after all. And forever was a very, very long time to experiment.