12. Hayden
Cillian’s dark green eyes swirled black again. “Bad idea, Little Flame.”
I stared up at him, pressing closer. “You won’t hurt me.”
“You don’t know that,” he growled, but his arms wrapped around me, his hands squeezing my ass.
“I do,” I said, pouring all the certainty I could into my voice.
Cillian hardened against me, and my thighs clenched instinctively. He needed this. I needed this.
I summoned every ounce of bravery I had and slid my hand into Cillian’s workout shorts. I wrapped my fingers around his length and stroked.
The growl he let loose was pure pleasure.
The sound emboldened me. I stroked again. He felt like silk wrapped around steel. Each pass of my hand sent waves of heat through me.
“Enough!” Cillian barked.
I released him, stepping back.
Another growl left his lips, darker this time. “You want to play, Little Flame?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
Cillian bent down then, picking up the discarded hand wrap. He prowled toward me, a predator stalking his prey.
He grabbed my wrist and jerked me against him. “So pretty. So innocent. Love making you blush. Let’s see all the places that pretty blush spreads.”
In a flash, Cillian had both my wrists in one hand and had backed me up against the heavy bag. He lifted my arms, tying my wrists to the bag’s chains with the wraps. The moment he was done, he stepped back, breathing ragged.
I tested the bindings. Tight but not horribly so. Just the slightest bit of discomfort.
“Safe word,” he gritted out.
“Red,” I whispered.
“Slow down?”
“Yellow.”
Cillian’s eyes sparked and swirled. “And right now?”
“Green.” The sound was part word, part breath. But it was all Cillian needed.
He stalked toward me, unsheathing the claws on his right hand. I sucked in a breath but didn’t say a word. In one fluid motion, he shredded the tank top I’d changed into after my shower. It fell to the floor in a flutter of fabric.
“Kind of wasteful, Cill,” I muttered.
His eyes narrowed. “Talking back, Little Flame? Do you need a punishment?”
My core clenched, wetness and heat pooling between my legs.
“You like that. You might just be perfect.” Cillian unsheathed the claws on his left hand, too. He swiped both hands down the sides of my sweatpants. They fell to the floor, too.
“I really liked those.”
Cillian’s lips twitched. “I’ll buy you another pair.”
He rose, stepping in close and cupping me between my legs. The only thing between us was the lace of my thong.
A low, rumbling growl left his chest. “Soaked.” His gaze swept over my face. “Aching?”
My throat worked as I swallowed. “Yes.”
A devious smile spread across Cillian’s face. “Can you be a good girl and stay very still?”
My heart hammered against my ribs as my breaths came faster. I nodded.
He gripped me harder. “Words.”
“Yes.”
The grin was back, but then his hand was gone. His fingers twisted in the side of my thong, and he tore it clean off my body.
Cillian took a step back, his gaze running over my naked form. “You always walk around the house with no bra?”
My nipples pebbled under his focus. “Um, when I’m not going anywhere.”
Cillian ran a finger under his lower lip as he took me in. “Good to know.”
He moved toward me then, that panther-like grace in full effect. I gulped as he dropped to his knees. “Let’s see how still you can stay.”
Oh, hell.
Cillian’s fingers trailed up the inside of my leg. “If you stay still, I’ll let you come. If you don’t, I’ll take you over my knee.”
A whimper left my lips.
Cillian’s gaze jerked to my face. “Would you like that, Little Flame? Me spanking you until your ass turns a delicious shade of pink?”
More wetness pooled at the apex of my thighs. I tried to press them together, but Cillian’s palm came down on my inner thigh.
“Still,” he commanded, that alpha authority bleeding into his voice. “Don’t hide from me.”
Cillian widened my stance, my center on display for him. “Glistening. Beautiful.” He looked up at me as my face flamed. “This is nothing to be embarrassed about, Hayden. It just shows me how much you want this. Want me.”
I nodded slowly.
His fingers parted me, and I sucked in a breath as they slid inside. I couldn’t help my eyes falling closed on the delicious stretch.
“Open,” Cillian ordered. “Eyes on me.”
My lids flew open, my gaze finding his. That dark green was practically black again. Cillian’s fingers curled inside me, and my legs trembled.
Cillian stroked that spot that had everything inside me vibrating. “Don’t come.”
“I don’t know if I can control that,” I admitted.
His eyes sparked. “You can, and you will.”
I bit the inside of my cheek.
Cillian grinned and leaned forward. His tongue flicked across my clit, and I cried out as sensation ripped through me.
All Cillian did was slip another finger inside me.
I whimpered, my fingers tugging hard on the wraps around my wrists. The bite of pain helped me fight back the orgasm, but then Cillian’s lips closed around the bundle of nerves. He worked my clit like an artist painting a masterpiece.
As his fingers stroked inside me, his tongue teased my hood, tempting it back until my most sensitive spot was exposed to him. “Don’t come,” he growled against my flesh.
I bit down on my cheek until the coppery tang of blood filled my mouth.
The tip of Cillian’s tongue rolled around my clit, sending a wildfire blazing across my skin. My walls clamped down on his fingers, trying to get him to stop moving because I couldn’t hold it back. Not anymore.
“I can’t,” I gasped.
“A little more. Hold it back,” Cillian crooned as he pressed his fingers down.
Tears filled my eyes, spilling over from the sheer sensation overwhelming me. Pressure, so much of it, everywhere.
“So beautiful.” Cillian’s voice was a balm washing over me. “Taking it all. That’s my good girl.”
Everything in me shook. The chain rattled above my head with the force of it all.
“Let go. Come for me, Little Flame.”
Cillian’s lips closed around my clit, and he sucked hard as his fingers pressed firmly against my G-spot.
It was as if someone lit a chain of fireworks within, explosion after explosion of sensation, everything stretching outward. And I shattered, my vision tunneling as Cillian took everything I had.
My legs collapsed, and Cillian gripped me around the waist but didn’t let up. Not until I was limp and barely conscious.
He stood, cradling me in one arm while he cut the binds with his other hand. He held me to him, nuzzling my neck. “My good girl. Always giving me everything I need.”