Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Cormac
If she were a man, I’d shoot her. Instead, I swallow my sigh.
“Congratulations. Excuse us.”
I feel Joey stiffen, shocked at my rudeness. Normally, I wouldn’t be, but I’m not in the mood for Deirdre’s theatrics. She’s trying to fuck things up with Joey, and I won’t allow it.
“Cor, don’t?—”
“I’ve never allowed you to address me by my name. Just because we’re through doesn’t mean you get to now. Goodnight.”
Both women stare at me agog. If I don’t adjust my attitude, I’ll ruin things with Joey. I care way more about that than Deirdre’s feelings. I didn’t think I was bitter. I thought I was indifferent after we ended things. I guess three years of amazing sex with someone I wasted my time and effort with left me more jaded than I realized.
“Sir—”
“I’m not your Dom.”
“Then what am I supposed to call you?” Deirdre’s getting as testy as I am.
“Nothing. Excuse us.”
“How can you be like this when I tell you you’re going to be a father?”
Rage. Pure, unadulterated rage.
“Deirdre, I discovered how big a liar you are when we ended things, but this is beyond even what I thought you were capable of. I never once fucked you bareback, and no, you can’t claim the condom broke. I always checked, and I never once used one you offered. I knew better than to trust you implicitly. You’ve proven I was right. I doubt you’re pregnant. If you think this’ll win me over long enough for you to get pregnant and trap me, you don’t know me at all. If you think you can string me along only to be accidentally mistaken or to claim you lost a baby, you’re wasting our time. Move, please.”
“But—”
“Do you wish to be banned?”
That makes Deirdre freeze, and I didn’t think Joey could go more rigid than she already was. I refuse to entertain Deirdre’s claims, but the longer we stand here arguing, the worse things will be with Joey when I explain.
“You wouldn’t.” Deirdre’s defiant, but it’s only a whisper.
My eyes narrow. It’s an expression she knows well. She can be bratty. Sometimes it made our encounters fun. But plenty of times, it annoyed me to where I wouldn’t punish her. I’d leave.
“I know you just got a new Dom. Would you like me to talk to him about this stunt?”
She leans toward me, thinking it’s seductive. “You asked about me.”
It’s not a question. It’s an assumption.
“No, he asked if I was cool with it. I told him you’re not part of my life anymore.”
“But—”
Joey steps between us. I flex my fingers, trying to keep her from moving, but she ignores me.
“Back off. Cormac and I have plans, and I’d like to enjoy them before dawn. He said the baby isn’t his, and I believe him. He’d never be that reckless with you . He won’t let you touch him, but he is touching me . I don’t share. Believe me, my bite is far worse than my bark.”
She reaches back to take my hand, and I don’t hesitate to give it. Deirdre seethes when I don’t correct Joey for using my name and for any kind of display of affection—even one as simple as holding hands. I never did that with Deirdre. To me, it implies a level of intimacy and equality in dynamics I never felt. It’s a girlfriend thing, not a sub thing to me.
Joey’s hand in mine feels perfect.
That’s something to consider later. I’m into her, and I wish I could offer her more. But she agreed to being my sub—or at least trying it out. She didn’t reject it because she wants something else. After Deirdre’s bullshit and how she’s acting now, it makes me wary of any kind of relationship.
Liar .
It makes a girlfriend more appealing .
No. It makes something real with Joey more appealing .
Joey steps closer to Deirdre, but she makes sure I can still hear her. My cock twitches at what she says. My hard on died when I saw Deirdre, then jumped back to life when I saw Joey in her bra and panties. It was at a frustrated half-mast with Joey near me, but Deirdre in the way. Now it hurts from how hard it is.
“Move or I will move you. I don’t care what you think, and I can’t wait for Cormac to punish me. I can’t wait to suck him off to make amends. He won’t touch you because you’re done, and he’s not a man to strike a woman in anger. I, on the other hand, have no limits.”
The way she says that last part holds even more innuendo than threat. Fuck, I want her alone. Joey looks around and waves to a DM. The woman comes over, and I know her. She’s scened with Deirdre and me.
“Hi. This member is causing a problem. She’s speaking to a Dom who’s already made it clear he doesn’t want to speak to her. She has her own Dom and is interrupting my time with mine. Could you do something about it, please?”
The woman glances at me before turning toward Deirdre. Neither Joey nor I wait to listen. The moment Deirdre’s distracted, we step around the women and rush up the stairs. I point to a room that doesn’t have a light shining beneath it. It means it’s open. A red light means don’t interrupt. A green light means the people are open to voyeurism or having someone join them. We slip into the room, and I flick the red light as the motion sensors turn on the interior lights.
I pull Joey’s hand and spin her around. I trap her against the door, my forearms boxing her in. When she doesn’t move, my right hand wraps around her throat as I maul her. My kiss is demanding. Savage, even. I haven’t asked her about breath play, so my hand rests heavily on her throat, but I don’t tighten my hold. I grind my cock against her, and her moan intensifies everything. I sense her arms moving, but she hesitates before she touches me. Then her hands are all over me.
I press her so hard against the door, I doubt she can draw a full breath. My free hand brings her right leg up to my hip, allowing me to press my cock fully against her cunt. I want to fuck her not to get it out of the way in a flippant sense. I want to get it out of the way because I can’t think about anything else. Because I can’t wait to know what it’s like to be inside her. Because I can’t wait to show her my impatience, my need for her.
I reach into my pocket to grab one of the condoms I snagged while she was in the locker room. I wasn’t sure if she’d find something else she wanted to try before going to a room, so I wanted to be prepared. I’m not a guy who keeps one in my wallet because I don’t do random sex. With it on my palm, I grip the back of her raised thigh long enough for her to feel and recognize it.
She slides her hand under mine and pulls it out. She’s tearing the wrapper while I unfasten my pants. By touch, we roll it down my dick, then I’m pulling aside her panties. Her pussy and my dick are magnets. I pull away before I thrust into her.
“If you want to wait, we will.”
“If I wanted to wait, I wouldn’t have put the condom on you.”
“Once we do this, you are mine, Joey. Your body, your pussy. They’re mine. I will do what I want, when I want because I can. I will fuck whatever part of you I desire, however I desire it. You will obey. I won’t share any part of me with anyone else. My body, my cock are yours.”
I told her I want a sub, not a slave. She understands this is dirty talk, but there’s more truth in it than I’ve ever meant before. I want her to be mine, and I want to be hers. I want her obedience when we scene, but I want to hear and know her thoughts or opinions about our sex life and real life. I want something beyond sex, and that scares the ever-loving shite out of me.
I know the wonderful lives my brother and cousins have with their wives, but I’m not convinced I’m ready for that. Just the mere fact I have a nickname for her throws me for enough of a loop.
“Thank you, sir. I am yours.”
Am I reading something into her tone? I must be.
I lift her, and she wraps both legs around me before I thrust into her. I rock my hips while I lift her up and down my cock. When she swoops in for a kiss, I let her lead. I want to feel how her desire matches mine on her own accord. Not because I make her respond. Not because I drive her to match my lust.
It’s the opposite of making her obey, of claiming her. The opposite of what I just described. If everything I’d said was the God’s honest truth, I wouldn’t allow this. I would dominate her. But I crave this in a way I didn’t know I could.
She cups my jaw, and I wish I’d taken the fucking mask off first. With an arm under her arse, I whip off her mask and toss it aside. We pull apart long enough for me to yank mine off. Then our lips fuse again. I carry her to the examining table—this is a doctor’s office themed room, hardly my favorite but was available—and perch her on the edge. I unfasten her bra, and she shimmies out of it, flinging it to the floor like I did our masks.
No longer needing my hands to support her, I sweep them over every part of her. I don’t stifle my groan as I savor inch after inch of her. She’s short, so it’s easy to reach all of her. As my dick surges into her over and over, I kiss her shoulders, her neck, her collar bones. I ease her back to lie down, so I can feast on her tits.
“Sir, may I come?”
“Yes. Don’t hold back, cailín . I can barely wait, but I’m not coming before you.”
“I want to get you off, sir. Tell me how.”
“Keep touching me. Let me feel your hands on me.”
I lean farther forward to kiss her lips again, and it makes it easier for her to run her hands over my back, shoulders, and neck.
“I’m close, sir. I’m going to come…Fuck!...I’m coming.”
“Me too, little one.”
I grunt, then shudder. It’s the most powerful orgasm I’ve had in—well, probably ever. I twitch over and over until I have no cum left to spend. But I don’t stop moving. I want to get her off again. With each thrust, I grind my pubic bone against her clit until I set her off a second time.
“Cormac!”
I want to hear her scream my name. I want to know I’m the only person she’s thinking about. Not some guy from the past.
Me.
I keep going, wanting to draw every orgasm from her she can manage. Even though I’ve come, my dick’s still hard. The tip’s sensitive, and I don’t love the condom squeezing it. But the feel of being inside her is too sublime.
“Fuck, Joey. I’m going to come again, too.”
It’s not like I never come twice, but it’s not always. I definitely didn’t think I could after the first one. But I am. I know she’s concentrating, trying for a third. But I know when she grows frustrated because it isn’t happening. I pick her up, guiding her head to my chest before walking her to the loveseat. It’s here for moments like this. A time for aftercare. But this is cuddling in a unique sense.
At least, it is for me. It’s not about—or not just about—supporting her as her endorphins slow. It’s not just about reassuring her she pleased her Dom. This is affection that’s foreign to me. I wonder if she’s used to it with her previous Dom. She said it wasn’t romantic, but how did they feel about each other?
I don’t recognize this neediness in me.
“Sir, that was—that was—holy fuck is what it was.”
I feel her smile through my shirt.
“Are you all right?”
“Do you really need to ask after what I just said?” She giggles, and I love it.
“I enjoyed it too, but I wasn’t too rough?”
“Sir, it was perfect. I want it again.”
She’s more hesitant than a moment ago. Does she fear it wasn’t as special to me? That I might not want her again?
“I do too, Joey. Over and over.”
“Is there a time limit for the rooms?”
I ease her away from me to gauge her expression. Her gaze meets mine, and it’s like she can barely keep her eyes open.
“No. Not for this one. I asked if anyone else reserved it. No one has. We can stay as long as we like. But I didn’t just mean tonight.”
“Do you mean you want an arrangement?”
For the first time in my adult life, I want to call it an emotional relationship. I want more than just sex.
“Yes. If you want more time together to see if we’re a good match, we can take our time. But I’d like something formal.”
“With a contract?”
“If that’s what you want.”
She’s slow, but she nods.
“Do you need more time?”
“No. I just haven’t had anything that formal before.”
That surprises me, but I don’t ask about her past. Does she want something more open? Something easier for her to escape? Is it because I’m a mobster? I feel myself retreating. I don’t want to push anything on her she doesn’t want. I don’t want to pressure her. And I don’t want to hear her reject me.
“We can take our time.”
I said that already, but I don’t know what else to say. She has nothing else to offer, so she leans against me again until my dick softens. I stand and carry her back to the examining table. I don’t know if this scene interests her to roleplay.
“I think I need a thorough examination after something so taxing, sir.”
Her grin is pure seduction. Fucking hell. My gaze sweeps the room as I step back and slip off the condom. I pull my boxer briefs up over my dick, but leave my pants unfastened. I spot the things I want as I toss my condom in the biohazard box kind of like the needle disposal ones in doctor’s offices. I spied the doctor’s lab coat, but there’s no way it’ll fit across my back.
Instead, I walk behind the table where different implements hang on the wall. They’re purposely there, so a sub can’t see what their Dom picks. I grab what I want and a bottle of lube, placing them on the metal wheely table. I adjust the examination table, so Joey’s reclining, then I pull out the stirrups. I slip off the ballet flats she’s still wearing then the panties.
“You said blindfold or earplugs, but not both. Are you all right with a blindfold right now?”
“Yes, sir.”
Her submissive tone calls to me more than any other woman’s because I know she’s not like this in her everyday life. The contrast heightens the pleasure I’m getting from this evening.
I slide the cover over her eyes, ensuring it’s in place, so she can’t peek. I watch her until I sense her unease beginning because I’ve done nothing. I dive in and bite her right nipple just hard enough for her back to arch but not come off the table. I suck hard as she whimpers. I watch her left hand twitch as though she wishes to lift it off the table, but she catches herself.
“If you can’t keep your hands down, I will restrain you. Can you be a good girl for me?”
“I’ll try, sir.”
“Try? You will obey.”
“Yes, sir.”
My tongue flicks her nipple before sucking again. I skim my fingertips from between her tits to just above her mons. I stop, teasing her with how close they are to her pussy. I rest my hand at the lowest part of her belly. I keep the pressure light, just enough to be dominant without having to prove it. Her knees fall apart in invitation.
“Close your legs.”
I know it’s a standing invitation to play with her cunt. I don’t need her to show me. I want her to ache for my attention there, but I want the frustration of pressing her legs together with no relief. I don’t want to ease it by letting her rock her hips with her cunt ready for me. I decide when it’s time for her pussy to get what it needs. Closed legs mean I open her at my whim.
I brush a quick kiss against her lips in reassurance, a contrast to my command’s harshness. I toy with her other nipple as I whisper close to her ear.
“You are a good girl. Shall I reward you for obeying me immediately?”
She knows it’s rhetorical. She remains quiet.
“You said you want me to punish you, then you want to make amends by sucking me off. I’m not upset, and I didn’t disapprove of you speaking to her.” I don’t want to say her name when Joey and I are like this. “But your reward could be wrapping your plump lips around my cock as you take me in your hot little mouth.”
She moans her agreement. I cup her breast and massage it as I nip, then tug at her earlobe. I move away, and her head turns toward me as though she might see what I’m doing. I let that impulse go, not correcting her, glad she’s curious. I pump alcohol-free, hypoallergenic hand sanitizer and rub it in before positioning myself between her legs. I drop a healthy dollop of lube onto my left index and middle fingers. I run them over her arsehole and pussy until I rub her clit. She’s still wet from earlier, so I dip my fingers into her, coating them with more than just the lube.
I rub them over her arsehole and press without entering her. She pushes her heels into the stirrups, wanting to lift and offer her arse to me. But she stops herself. I ease both fingers in to the first knuckle.
“This belongs to me too, Joey. I will fuck you here and leave my cum inside you whenever I want. I’ll leave it to dribble onto your thighs to remember I possess all of you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I chuckle, but it’s not with humor. She shivers, and I love it.
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“But you have, sir. You offered something I want.”
“You’ve felt my cock in your pussy. Is it something you can take in your arse, Joey? Do you have experience with it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“It’s not enough to make me come, but I enjoy knowing my partner enjoys it. It’s arousing.”
“That knowledge or the feel?”
“Both, sir.”
“Are you all right with sanitized implements?”
“At a club, I prefer not to use them. I’ve brought my own in the past. But I will if you want us to.”
“No. I’m fine without. I feel the same way. I know they’re clean, but—mmm. Only if you wanted them. I can make do without.”
“I’m sure you can, sir.” That seductive smile from earlier is even hotter when it’s just her mouth.
I press my fingers in farther as I clip nipple clamps to her tits. I grab a feather and trail it over the tips of her nipples then down her belly. She shivers, and her fingers curl. Otherwise, she doesn’t move. I see her concentration, and the effort it takes to remain still. I continue to tease her until I see goosebumps rise on her arms. When I grabbed the feather, I also grabbed a crop. She’s unprepared for me to bring the leather down on her belly then quickly over her left nipple before snapping it on her right one.
Her body twitches, her back coming off the table. I slap it across her clit, and she moans. I do it twice more, increasing the pressure and sting each time. With the third, I press my fingers all the way into her arse. I spread them as I flick the crop back and forth against her inner thighs.
She screams when I lean forward and suck her clit. I watch her, ensuring I don’t cross the threshold into something she doesn’t enjoy. I set the feather and crop back on the table, shifting to use the pedals to slowly lower the top of the table until it’s flat. Joey reclines, and I ease my fingers out. She crushes my forearm between her legs and moans her disagreement.
“ Cailín .”
Immediately, her legs fall open again, and her chin tucks. She’d avert her gaze if she could see me.
“I will fuck you there and fuck you often, but I decide. Roll over.”
I walk to the sink and wash my hands before sliding the stirrups back into their holder. I help her shimmy up the table until she’s comfortable. I push the wheely table away as I pick up the cat o’ nine tails. I remove her blindfold, watching for the moment her eyes open. I bring the flogger down across her arse and lower back.
“More, sir.”
“More what?”
“Please, sir, more.”
“Good girl.”
I indulge her request. I set a steady pace of a figure eight with my wrist. She tries to raise her hips to me, but I spank her with my palm.
“Stay still, or I will restrain you.”
She wiggles.
“Naughty for the sake of being naughty. Now, I shall deny you.”
Instead of following through, I spank her five times on each arse cheek. When her skin moves toward red rather than deep pink, I put the flogger aside and pull another condom from my pocket. I don’t want to do too much our first time together, but I can’t wait much longer. I strip before sliding the condom on. She watches, enjoying the sight of my body as much as I enjoy hers. I lower the entire table to align her cunt with my dick before grabbing her hips and guiding her onto her hands and knees. I inch the head of my cock between her pussy lips.
“Beg.”