Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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M y heart is beating so hard and fast that it hurts.
My whole body feels like it’s on fire. My legs won’t stop trembling and my vision feels laser focused on the man in the doorway. I was so close to what promised to be a mind-blowing orgasm. Better than any I’ve had before. A fine sheen of sweat covers my body. I’m already so tense I feel like I could snap at any given moment.
It was a stupid, reckless, impulsive thing to ask him to stay. Now he’s looking at me like he could eat me alive and I almost want to let him. I should let him. I owe it to myself to make the best out of this situation, don’t I? He was waiting for me to say something. He was waiting for permission.
Can I do this? Can I speak the words that I’ve never said before? I’ve never offered myself to another man. Up until this very moment, the very prospect of trusting another person that deeply has always terrified me.
I’ve never wanted to give somebody that sort of power over my body. I’ve always been the only one in control of me. But if I did trust him with myself… what would happen?
Kieran’s eyes darken as he takes half a step into the room, not letting go of the door just yet.
The offer is clear.
Stay or go - he’s leaving the choice up to me entirely. My focus shifts to his hands, strong and powerful as my body aches to have them on me. I want to feel his lips and teeth raking over my skin. I want to know what it would feel like to have somebody who looks at me like he’s a starving man touch me so intimately.
I try to speak, but I can’t seem to find my voice, no matter how hard I try.
I have the opportunity in front of me, and I’m ruining it. I can feel the chance slipping through my fingers. It’s a small mercy when Kieran takes another step toward me.
“Something you want to say, gorgeous?”
The brogue really does something for me that I can’t explain. A slow, predatory smile curls the corner of his lips, a new sort of dark intensity coming over his eyes that sends a thrill deep into my core. I press my thighs together, letting the slight friction heighten the sensation. His movements are deliberate and measured as he moves closer to his bed. I might as well be glued to the spot.
“Because it almost seems like you wanted to invite me to join you.” Kieran’s hand trails over the messy bedding, inching closer to me as he walks around the side of the bed. His hands are so close to my leg but also so infuriatingly far away at the same time. “If that’s what you want, then I’m going to need you to say it.”
Embarrassment instantly sparks, my already-overheated body seeming to get just that much more uncomfortable.
“I-” I swallow hard against the inherent discomfort of saying something that I’ve never verbalized before. In my fantasies, I’m usually the one taking charge and going after what I want. But I’ve never been quite as strong as the dream version of myself.
“Yes? You’re going to have to loosen that tongue quite a bit to get what you want.”
I scrunch my eyes shut. “I need your help.”
“Do you? It seemed as if you were having a great time all on your own.” Kieran paused, smirking down at me. He grabs my hand from where it’s resting on the mattress, and slowly slides his hand through mine. He places one knee on the bed, pulling our joined hands closer to his chest. “Or did you just run out of stimulation?”
He slides our joined hands up the bottom hem of his shirt, sliding over the toned planes of his stomach. I can feel every dip and curve in the muscle as he removes his hand and slides my hand alone as he holds my wrist gently.
A feather light touch moves up the curve of my arm as he gives me the freedom to touch him how I want - and by God I do.
I don’t think I can even breathe as I let his shirt slide up his torso, trailing the lines of his chest curiously. He leans over me, lowering his face down to mine.
I lift my chin in spite of myself but he seems to have no intention of kissing me. Not yet at least. I should have known that he wasn’t just going to make things easy for me.
“Say please,” Kieran whispers and I swear that sexy accent has a direct line to my core.
“Please.” I echo. It’s so much easier when he tells me what to do. It takes the embarrassment out of it.
I can feel Kieran smiling against the side of my face. “So obedient. I like that.”
He said to say please, and I have… and he hasn’t touched me. A soft groan of frustration leaves me accidentally. He grabs his shirt with one hand and pulls the thin cotton free over his head so that I can see every glorious inch of what I’ve been feeling with my hand.
“But, princess, I want to hear you beg for it.”
The humiliation is right back, equally tinged with desire. Could I truly do such a thing?
Kieran straddles one of my legs, and sits back on his heels like he’s hovering just over me, waiting for me to do as instructed.
“Please, Kieran.”
His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he inhales sharply through his nose. I can see just how much of an effect I’m having on him from the tent in his pants. I wonder if he would be so calm and collected if I were to attempt to explore that with my hands.
I’ve never wanted to before.
“Not good enough.”
He says the words like a challenge. I push up onto my elbows, and Kieran’s hand dips to the hem of my borrowed shirt, towing the edge around his finger as if debating if he should lift it or leave it.
“ Please , Kieran,” my voice sounding strained and breathless as he flattens his fingers over the plane of my stomach.
“Tell me what you want?”
“I… I want you to touch me more. I want to… to feel you.” I say softly, my confidence wavering that somehow this might just be some cruel joke on his end and that he’s going to laugh in my face and run out of the room.
Instead, he lifts my shirt, and I shift out of it as he lowers himself over top of me, chest to chest.
“Lift your hips, princess,” he commands, and I don’t even have a chance to comply before he lifts my leg into the air between us and my hips with it and does the work for me to remove the last layer of fabric hiding my body from him. Only then does he settle between my thighs, the friction of his pants against such sensitive skin.
Kieran pauses, drinking in every bit of me that he can see. Slowly, his calloused hands run along the outside of my thigh, curling it around his waist and I keep it hooked there.
Around the curve of my hip, his thumb pressing into the indentation left between my thigh and hip, massaging slowly before he moves up higher. By the time he reaches my breast, I swear I can’t breathe. Everywhere he touches feels like it’s on fire. He’s moving so slowly, so painfully slowly, that I am sorely tempted to kiss him myself. What would he do if I was the one to make the first move?
My body is a live wire, and he causes sparks when he rolls my peaked nipple between his index finger and his thumb. Up his hand goes, lavishing attention and then stopping, just when I’m tempted to beg him for more.
That’s what he wants. He’s already said so. I bite down on my bottom lip, the stubborn side of me refusing to ask for more even though that’s what I want so desperately.
Kieran’s hand wraps around my slender neck, applying the softest pressure, something I never knew that I could want. It feels possessive, like he wants to own me. I can’t help but smirk at that thought, knowing good and well that’s exactly why he kidnapped me.
I lift my hips again, using the leg hooked around his waist as leverage, grinding myself against the impressive hardness in his pants. The friction is delicious. Kieran’s hissed breath tells me that I’m not the only one affected by it. The fingers wrapped around my throat tighten in warning. Naturally, I do it again. I roll my hips and his other hand snaps to my offending hip, pinning me in place onto the bed. Wholly at his mercy.
“What’s the matter?” I tease, challenge burning in my eyes.
His gaze meets mine, and my bravado waivers. He looks like he wants to consume me. There’s an intensity to it that almost intimidates me.
“Careful, princess.” Kieran warns, that perfect accent twisting that nickname he likes to use so much for me into something sinful. A ripple runs over my skin, tightening my core and increasing the heat between my legs. “That mouth is going to get you into trouble.”
“Then I suppose you should silence me?” I sink into the bedding, surrendering to his whims, and he can feel it.
Kieran takes the invitation. His lips brush against mine, so soft it is almost like he’s not entirely certain that I’m real, or that if he touches me too firmly I might break. I can’t have that.
My hands lift, wrapping around his neck and my fingers push up into his short hair as I kiss him deeper. It’s the only experience that I have with men. Even then it’s just been for work. Kisses that are staged with fake and forced chemistry. Anything for the shoot. Anything to look good on camera.
But this? This I could do forever.
Kieran’s breath becomes my life force as he devours me, little by little. Each nip of his teeth against my lip, every time that his tongue brushes against mine - I lose a little bit more of myself and I’m so happy to give it over.
It fuels his intensity and then his hand is between my legs, cupping me, his middle finger parting my sex in the same way that he had seen me doing only moments before.
It feels so much better when he does it.
His fingers are so much larger than mine when they dip inside of me that I almost come up off of the bed. One, then two. Kieran kisses me until I am breathing too heavily to return the affection properly.
Nobody has ever been allowed to touch me like this. I wonder what he would do if he knew that his hands were the only ones to have ever been allowed on my body. Kieran’s lips dip down my neck, over my collar bone and toward my breast, nipping roughly at the skin as he goes. It’s all I can do to keep my hand fisted into his deceptively soft hair.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Kieran groans, his tongue flicking over my nipple.
He feels so good it’s overwhelming. My free hand impatiently starts to push at the waist of his pants.
“And greedy too.” Kieran chuckles, angling his hips away and out of my easy reach. “Behave or I will have to tie those hands down, princess.”
If I wasn’t breathless, that would have done it.
“Oh, you want me to tie you up, princess? And here you pretended not to like being my little prisoner. Perhaps I should have just kept you chained to my bed, ready for me whenever I wanted to use you. Is that what you wanted?” Kieran whispers into my skin as his hand shifts, his thumb brushing over my clit and I jerk under him. “Is that the spot?” His fingers curl inside me, brushing against that sweet spot inside, and I think I might implode.
I can’t stop picturing the threat he made. Would he do it? Chain me up to his bed for his use? Hell, if he makes me feel like this every time, then maybe it wouldn’t even be so bad. Here for him… never knowing when it might come next.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you, princess? Maybe I’ll just keep you here from now on. Put a pretty little collar on you, marking you as mine forever. Mine to spoil and lavish as I please…free to fill and fuck whenever I want. This is only the beginning of the things that I want to do to you, baby.” Kieran grins.
I have no idea what magic his hands do but I shatter. The feeling is so much more intense than anything else I’ve ever felt on my own. The heights that I reach are unreal - and then I feel him. Hot and hard, replacing his skilled fingers with his cock inside of me as my orgasm seems to stretch into forever. My knees lift on either side of him, my eyes rolls back as he fucks me through my orgasm. Just when I think it’s going to end, and the ripples are going to fade he touches me again. Firm touches with just enough pressure that I’m already building into a second orgasm.
“Say that you’re mine, princess.” Kieran commands.
“Yes, please -”
He stops. I could cry. My body is alive - alight and burning - and he stops. He bites my breast, hard , in reprimand and I think that I do cry out then. Words come tumbling from my lips as I erratically try to lift my hips and grind against him, begging him with every part of my body to continue.
“I’m yours! Kieran! Please, oh fuck, please Kieran!”
“That’s my pretty princess.” Kieran growls, and drives into me harder than before. “I want my name on your lips when you cum again. Give your perfect body over to me, you feel so fucking good baby, you were made for me.”
If he keeps talking like that, I’m going to be damned near addicted. His hand bands around my throat, limiting my air and making each and every sensation feel ten times stronger.
“Yes!” I scream. “Kieran, yes, I’m yours. I promise - oh please, fuck, oh please…”
Words tumble free as I inch closer and closer - sensations so high that they are almost painful and my eyes squeeze shut - Keiran keeps the exact same pace that’s driving me wild, hitting that place inside of me while rubbing my clit. I can’t breathe. I might actually pass out - and then my orgasm rips through me and I can suddenly suck in oxygen again. I feel Kieran, hot and wet, spurting inside of me as my body shudders. Everywhere he touches me is almost too intense.
He kisses me soft and slow as I start to come down. When he slides out of me I almost want to protest. Fuck if he wasn’t right about how good he felt inside of me, like he belonged there.
Does that make me a whore? Do I care if it does?
It’s not until he pulls away from me that he pauses, glancing down between us for a moment too long. In a daze, I try to sit up to see what he’s looking at, but I can’t quite manage it. At least, not until he slides off of the bed for a towel to wipe off the remnants of my virginity from his cock.
Embarrassment flames my face and I snap my legs shut, trying to roll away from him and he jerks an arm out, grasping my knee and pulling my legs open again. With a very pointed look, his jaw pulsing, he reaches between my legs and pushes his cum right back up inside of me.
“My wife will keep me inside of her, at all times. Understood?” Kieran says firmly.
It shouldn’t be sexy. I should protest and tell him that I will never marry him. He’s going to need to find another wife because I am a Dominio, through and through. But, when Kieran slides into bed with me, and pulls me into his arms I no longer have it in me to protest.
“You should have told me.” Kieran whispers after a while.
I would turn to look at him, but my body still feels boneless. “Told you what?”
“That you were a virgin.”
“Does that matter?”
“I would have been gentler with you, if I had known…” Kieran says softly.
The moment is too heavy. I don’t want it to be a bigger deal than it needs to be. If I had told him, he might not have done anything at all. If he had stopped because of something like that, I would have died.
So, I laugh at him. “You? Gentle? I don’t think that you know the definition of the word.”
Kieran pinches my side, and I squirm away from him. An action that I instantly regret because I’m so tired. “What was that for?”
Kieran pulls me closer, his face buried in the side of my neck and I can feel him smiling into my skin. “I’m glad to be your first.” He kisses the soft skin of my neck, sending goosebumps down my spine. “Because I plan to be your last.”