21. Cian
Chapter 21
Cian
I skim my hands down her side and grasp the bottom of her dress, dragging it up, then urging her to sit so I can tug it over her head. I toss it to the floor and she reaches back for the clasp on her bra. She tosses it to the floor as my thumbs hook the top of her panties and pull them down her legs.
Then she’s gloriously naked on top of the pristine white duvet.
My gaze tracks over every inch of her as she lays back against the pillow.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her, pushing off the bed to round to the other side where I flip on the lamp on the bedside table.
The one next to her is already glowing, probably left on by housekeeping.
I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted full bright light so I could see everything.
“I have the image of you ingrained in my mind,” I tell her. “But nothing compares to the real thing.” I climb up the bed from the bottom. “Fuck, you take my breath away, Scarlett.”
“You too,” she says softly, her eyes hot on my skin, coming back to the elephant tattoo on my left arm. “I missed you naked.”
I’ve definitely been overdressed for our liaisons the last few nights, even on the patio.
I slide my hand up her right leg, squeezing her thigh. “I have so much to do to you, I don’t know where to start.”
Her left leg moves restlessly on the bed. “Anywhere. Please.”
“I see you’re getting better with the begging.”
“I’ll do anything.”
Yes, she will. She's very good at following directions when she’s naked on a bed with me.
I stretch out on my stomach between her legs and begin kissing up her inner thigh to the crease between her hip and pussy. “Remember you said that,” I tell her. Then I use my thumbs to part her, my mouth watering at the sight of the pussy that ruined me for all other women.
I lean in and take a long lick.
She gasps my name, and I feel her hand land on top of my head, gripping my hair.
Her grip gets tighter as I continue to lick and suck. I circle her clit, sucking lightly, before stroking my tongue into her, groaning at her taste and scent.
After a few strokes with my tongue, I add a finger, then a second, as I focus my firm licks, and firmer sucks on the needy little nub of her clit.
I fuck and stretch her, rubbing over her G-spot with just enough pressure to make her pussy walls begin to tighten around my fingers.
“Cian!” she gasps.
“Louder,” I command gruffly, fucking her a little faster.
“Cian!” she cries.
I feel her pussy begin to ripple and I pull my fingers and mouth away.
“No!” she protests. That is nice and loud.
I smirk at her as I lean in and kiss her inner thigh then give the spot a hard suck. “You want more of my mouth?”
“Yes. So much.”
“You could’ve had that every night for the past?—”
“Nineteen months,” she interrupts, her tone exasperated.
I chuckle. “Exactly.”
She grips my forearm. “Please, Cian. I’m sorry. Please, please make me come.”
“All in good time.” I rise up between her thighs. Damn, she’s stunning. Laid out, breathing hard, skin flushed, dark hair spread out on my pillow, thighs open for me, on the edge of orgasm. All mine.
I cup my hand over her pussy. “This is mine, got it?”
She nods quickly. “Yes.”
“I’m in charge of it. When it comes. How it comes.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, clearly a little worried. Good, she should be. I give her pussy a little tap. She jumps and gasps. Not from pain, but from surprise.
I slide two fingers into her again, pumping deep.
She moans. “Yes.”
“Just remember, my greedy little witch, just because I’m a gentleman doesn’t mean I won’t spank you.”
Her eyes, which had fluttered shut, snap open and focus on me. Her pussy clenches around my fingers.
Yes, my good girl, my sometimes-bitchy preacher’s daughter, likes to be spanked.
I reach up and cup one of her breasts, tugging on the nipple, then pinching harder as I continue to fuck her with my fingers.
She grabs my wrist and holds me against her breast, lifting her hips closer to my hand. “Oh God,” she moans.
“Do you want me to let you come like this?” I ask her.
She quickly. “Yes, please.”
I withdraw my fingers. “Cian!”
Now that is a shout.
I chuckle. “Patience. Trust.”
She reaches for me, grabbing my wrist and trying to tug it back toward her pussy. “Come on .”
“Oh, Glinda, that was the wrong thing to do.”
But actually, it was very much the right thing to do. I pull my hand away and lean toward the bedside table where I stashed a few fun items. I withdraw a long pink silk tie. And a matching blindfold.
“You don’t get to put my hands where you want them. I put my hands where I want them. And yours.” I hold up the tie. “Hands up,” I command.
She’s breathing fast and again, pulls her lip between her bottom teeth. But she obediently lifts her arms over her head. She even grabs on to the swirling wrought iron pattern of the headboard.
I lean over her. “Good girl,” I praise as I loop the silk tie around her wrists, tying them together, then thread the tie through the headboard. I leave a little slack so that her arms are not completely stretched out. But she’s not getting out of these. Not without giving me a safe word.
“What do you say if you want to stop?” I ask.
“Pineapple.”
I lean over and kiss her. “Very good.” Then I reach for the blindfold. I bring it to her face and slip the elastic band over her head.
A shiver goes through her body, and I sweep both hands down her sides to her hips.
“Where was I?” I slide two fingers back into her, pumping deep. I play with her opposite nipple, tugging harder than before, and am rewarded with a squeeze of her pussy around my fingers.
I add a third finger then circle over her clit with my thumb.
“Jesus, Scarlett,” I say. “You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are like this. Taking everything I’m giving you, wanting more, and all fucking mine .”
I feel her pussy begin tightening around my fingers again and I know she’s on the brink of an orgasm.
I pump three more times. But I don’t give her that final satisfaction. Yet.
I pull my fingers from her body and she cries out. This time it’s with true frustration “Cian, please !”
“Don’t you trust me?” I ask her.
“Please let me come. Please don’t punish me anymore.”
“This is punishment?” I ask, tugging on her nipple and brushing lightly over her clit.
She gasps and arches closer. “Teasing me is.”
“I don’t know,” I say, doing both again. “I would think this would be more like punishment.”
I grasp both of her hips and turn her to her stomach. The tie twists along with the motion, allowing her arms and hands to turn without any pain. I pull her up onto her knees and give her ass a quick smack.
She gasps, then moans.
“Isn’t spanking actually a punishment?” I ask my mouth against her ear as I run my hand over her ass. “Not playing with a pretty perfect pussy and making it all wet and tingly and needy. That makes you feel good. That’s nice .” I spank her again. “This is punishing, isn’t it?”
She moans. “That makes me feel good too.” She sucks in a breath. “Even though I don’t know why.”
I slip my hand between her legs, one finger sliding into her pussy. Her incredibly wet pussy.
“Maybe it’s just having my hands on you in any way,” I say gruffly against her neck.
She nods. “It is.”
Fuck I love that.
“That’s because deep down my little witch is actually wicked, isn’t she? She loves to be dirty and naughty, and she knows she can do that with me.”
She wiggles her ass and says in a choked voice, “Yes, God, yes.”
I give her another quick smack then slide my finger into her pussy and give her three thrusts. “Well then, it’s a good thing that I am a wizard when it comes to making you come.”
I move in behind her, grasp her, hips, line up my aching cock, then thrust forward.
She cries out my name, her pussy gripping me immediately.
I grit my teeth and squeeze her hips, just pausing for a moment, afraid I might lose it if I move.
“Jesus. Christ. Scarlett.” Single words at a time is all I can manage.
“Oh my God, Cian,” she gasps.
Her pussy clenches around me and I give her a little spank. “Stop it.”
She sucks in a breath. “Can’t. Please move.”
My hand rests on the warm pink handprint I’ve put on her ass. I massage it. Then I start moving. She’s stretched out in front of me, her hands grasping the wrought iron headboard, even though she’s still tied to it. I thrust into her, and she takes every single stroke, babbling with simple responses like, “yes,” “harder,” “more,” “oh God,” and “Cian”.
Despite the blow job, I’m on edge and I can feel my orgasm barreling at me.
“You can come now,” I tell her. “Come on my cock, Scarlett.”
She’s been teetering on the edge anyway, and I know it is a combination of the force of my thrusts and the sharp command in my voice that makes her tighten around me and cry out as she comes hard.
I don’t let up. I pound into her until my own orgasm slams into me with a force I swear I’ve never felt.
It goes on for several seconds and even after I’m spent, I continue gripping her hips, holding her ass back against me, breathing hard and waiting for her to show me a sign of life.
Finally, she drags in a long breath and lifts her head. “Oh my God, I really am sorry I’ve kept us from doing this.”
That causes a laugh to burst from my chest. I slide a hand up her back, then I reach up and slide the blindfold off. “You should be.” I give her ass one more little pat. “Don’t let it happen again.”
I let go of her hips and pull out, immediately reaching for the tie to release her from the headboard. I toss the tie to the floor and run my hands up and down her arms.
“You okay?” I ask as I pull her down next to me on the bed.
She snuggles in close. “Really good.”
“You are amazing.”
She lifts her head to look at me and gives me a sexy smile. “You did all the work. I just took it.”
I reach down and find the warm spot on her ass. I squeeze it, then I massage it more gently. “You sure did take it. Like a very good girl. But my assumption about your witchcraft remains. I don’t lose my mind like that with anyone but you.”
She pushes up and gives me a serious look. “Good.”
Is that possessiveness? Jealousy? I don’t study her face any further because she leans in and gives me a deep, long kiss.
Then she slumps back down onto the pillow. “When I get a few bones back in my body, can we take a bath?”
We spent a long time in that bathtub last time. I’m all for it. “We’re going to need some supplies. I’ll call down to the desk.”
The bath requires bubbles, chocolate-covered strawberries, and champagne.
Oh, and maybe something pineapple flavored. I didn’t know about her favorite flavor last time, but now I’ll do whatever I can to get her exactly what she wants.
Thankfully, I can easily supply all of those things.
But as I pull her closer and tuck her under my chin, I wish like hell I knew for certain that I could supply absolutely everything this woman could ever possibly need or want.