Pretty Silver Chains
Chapter thirty-seven
áINE
My gaze takes in the room, the same as the day before, except the top sheet and duvet aren't on the bed today. They're folded up neatly and resting on the ottoman at the end of the bed.
The black leather, fur-lined cuffs from our honeymoon stand out dark against the white sheet in the center of the bed. Next to them is a shiny black bullet vibrator shaped like the head of lipstick and a delicate silver chain.
Oh man. He’s got plans.
A big whump of want lands in my lower belly.
But what's the silver chain about?
Kieran looks at me, then looks at the bed and then looks back at me, his dark eyes oh so serious. "Okay?"
My throat suddenly too dry to speak, I nod my head.
I trust him.
Whatever he's got planned, it's for my pleasure.
I reach behind myself to unzip my sundress, but Kieran's hands are there gently pushing mine out of the way. "Let me."
"You want to undress me?" I tease, not even a little surprised.
This man likes to be in control.
"You're my gift to unwrap," he says, like that explains everything, as he lowers the zip.
No one has ever seen me as a gift before.
I bite my bottom lip. "I'm a gift?"
He groans. "That emoji of you biting your lip makes me hard. If I'd been alone when we were texting, I would have jacked off after you sent it last night."
"It's a worried emoji," I explain.
It turned him on? With an emoji?
"It reminded me of when you do it." He brushes his thumb along my lower lip. "And I liked knowing you were worried about me."
"Yeah?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah." He slides the straps of my sundress down my shoulders, revealing my braless state. "No one has worried about me since my mom died."
"Now, you have a whole gaggle of girls and women worried about you." And one woman who needs him like air.
"You and the girls are the reason." He cups my breasts. "If I'd known your tits were naked under your dress, my hand would have been down your bodice when I got to the office."
I gasp as he brushes both thumbs over my big raspberry nipples. "Not in front of your men."
He scowls. "That office needs real walls, not windows."
"Uh…" I list toward him. "Okay."
Remembering what he said before melting my panties with his visceral desire to touch my boobs, I ask, "The reason for what?"
"The reason not to get lost in the darkness."
The words shudder through me. Suddenly, I don't want to hold in my own words anymore.
"Kieran…" I pause, a wave of terror at admitting something so big to a man I've known such a short amount of time crashing over me.
"What is it, baby girl?"
As quickly as it came, the terror dissipates. Our souls are entwined. And that's not something that can be measured in time.
It just is.
I let out a long slow breath before admitting, "I love you."
His hands still in the act of pushing my dress down my hips. "You love me?"
I swallow. "Yes. I know it’s too soon." That's what logic says anyway. "But you’re everything I didn’t know I needed and everything I will ever want in a partner."
"How?" His tone rings with sincere bewilderment. "I'm a weapon. A mobster."
"You're a man. You might not live by society's rules, but integrity and honor are written into your DNA."
"You deserve better than a man tarnished by darkness," he says with conviction and then grimaces. "But I’ll never let you go."
"I don't want you to let me go," I promise him. "I love you, Kieran. I don’t care that you’re a mobster. I don’t care that your past is dark, that you still live in the shadows.
You treat me and my daughters like we are the most important people in the world.
You spoil my mom and you gave my sister-by-another-mister a safe place to be herself. "
How could I not love him?
Emotions crashing over me in inexorable waves, I grip his shirt with clenched fists. "You give me physical pleasure like I have never known. My body feels like it’s with its mate when you touch me. It’s always so right. No matter what we do."
He's utterly still, hanging on my every word.
"You’ve been so patient and respectful with the girls down the hall and mom across it.
A lot of men would be cranky or irritated, but you found a way for us to share our bodies without embarrassing the girls and my mom with my cries.
" Not to mention how humiliated I would be for them to hear me.
"Everything about you is the kind of man I want to be with. "
"Not everything." He says it’s so with such certainty. But he’s wrong.
"Yes, everything. I’ll say it as many times as you need to hear it, but I don’t want you to be someone else. I love you. I love Wraith. I love Kieran. They’re both you and both of you fill my heart."
We undress in a profound silence after that. He’s so gentle as he removes my dress and panties, touching me with reverence. I touch him with the same devotion as he discards his own clothing.
His big body is so strong and battle scarred; I can never forget the warrior I am with. And that makes my ovaries sing arias more beautiful than any composer in history has ever been able to write.
When we're both breathing harshly and I'm too wobbly on my feet to stand on my own anymore, he picks me up and carries me to the bed.
He lays me down and spreads my legs, staring at my pussy with hot, hungry eyes. "You are so pretty here, baby girl." His rough, calloused fingertip traces my folds before dipping into my moisture and drawing the slick witness up to my clit.
"I love the way you feel down here. So hot and tight and good." He slides two fingers inside me, rubbing his thumb side-to-side over my engorged bundle of nerves.
I gasp at the dual sensations of my vaginal walls stretching around his fingers and my clitoris short-circuiting with pleasure from the touch of his thumb.
He leans down until his face is only a breath away from my center and inhales deeply. "I love the way you smell."
I cant my hips upward, instinctively trying to reach his mouth, but he doesn't give it to me. He just continues that maddening touch with his thumb while his fingers remain still inside me.
I whimper and he smiles. "Feeling impatient?"
"Yes!" I try to shift my hips up and down, but his other hand clamps on my thigh, stopping me.
"Kieran, please!"
He places the softest kiss at the top of my mound. "Don’t worry. I will always give you what you need."
The handcuffs dig into my hip and I shift away from them a little, drawing his attention to them.
He lifts his head, his eyes dark with knowing lust. "You want something, baby girl?"
I want to orgasm, but I know that's not what he's talking about. He thinks I drew his attention to the handcuffs on purpose.
Did I?
The way my pussy weeps at the thought of him putting them on me tells me that maybe I did.
"Yes." I want the cuffs.
I want him. I want the way he makes me feel like nothing and no one else exists for him when we are like this. I want everything this man gives me when we are physically intimate.
He shifts so he's kneeling between my widespread thighs and then pulls the handcuffs up from the bed and dangles them in front of me. "Let’s put these on you now."
"Okay."
His smile is sinful and sexy.
And tender.
Oh, lord. My ovaries are going to explode.
"Put your hands together in front of you," he orders.
I do it without hesitation.
He caresses my belly. "So good for me."
He takes his time putting them on me, kissing each pulse point in my wrist before affixing the cuff. "Put your hands above your head."
I do and his lustful look of approval sends need coursing through me. He leans over me, his hardened flesh coming into contact with my body and we both shudder. He does something with the leather cuffs.
When he sits back, I tug on the cuffs but I can't lower my arms.
Arousal a warm thrum inside me, my whole body relaxes into the bed.
Kieran shifts until his mouth is right over my pussy again and slides his two fingers back inside me, just letting them rest there. This time, his thumb presses against my inner thigh, leaving my clitoris throbbing and desperate for his touch.
"You’re teasing me," I accuse him.
"I’m making you feel good."
I can't argue with that and don't even try.
His talented lips connect with my nether ones and all rational thought flies out of my head as he kisses me intimately. Humming with obvious pleasure, Kieran licks me and savors the taste of my arousal.
Electric jolts of pleasure shoot from my core outward when he swirls his tongue tip around my clitoris. My womb contracting with need, my channel clamps down around his thick fingers.
My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, sending my mind into the stratosphere and bathing my body in pleasure. Rather than pull back, my husband increases his licking, sucking and rubbing, adding occasional gentle nips.
Those two fingers remain maddeningly still though. He brings me to the precipice of pleasure and keeps me there until tears of frustrated ecstasy soak my temples and I'm begging.
Only then does he begin to fuck me with his fingers with leisurely movements.
You said fuck, my inner hussy taunts.
I'll say it out loud if it will get me what I want.
Which is more.
So, when he slides his fingers out of my still grasping channel, I nearly scream with frustration.
He spreads the wetness from my core down the inside of my thigh and then leans forward to lick the path back up to my opening before diving inside me with his tongue.
He does this over and over again on different places of my body, painting me with my own arousal and then licking it up, sometimes sucking on my skin, sometimes just laving me with his tongue.
When he reaches my breasts, he plays.
There’s no other word for it. It’s like my boobs are his favorite toys and he will play with them for long minutes before he even takes a single nip much less suckles one of my nipples into his mouth.
By the time he does though, I’m so electrified with pleasure that I arch up off the bed with a long, primal scream.
And that’s when he grabs something else from the bed and lifts it.
The silver chain.
Something glitters from the dangling ends. Butterflies. There are little loops about six inches from each butterfly. He stretches one loop out and slides it over my engorged nipple, then tightens it.
It aches at first and then the ache morphs into a dark and intense pleasure, radiating from my nipple outward. He does the same thing to my other nipple and I look down at my chest my entire body blushing at the image I make with nipple rings attached to my hard buds.
The butterflies dangle down from each trapped nipple and the pretty silver chain falls in an arc between them.
Kieran's face contorts with near demonic lust and that sends wetness gushing from my core.
He takes the center of the arced chain between his thumb and forefinger and tugs, sending a powerful zing of sensation straight to pussy.
Suddenly, I am so hungry to have him filling me I beg. "Please, Kieran. I need you inside me."
"Soon." He tugs the chain again and I moan.
He does it again. And again. And again. Eliciting moans and cries from me while I soak the sheet with my juices.
"You like this?" he taunts.
"Kieran," I whimper. "You know I do."
"You’re so pretty this way. Your nipples are meant for jewelry. If you get them pierced, I'll buy diamond rings for them to match the one on your hand."
Atavistic fear mixes with increased arousal and I stare at him my mouth opening and closing before I ask "You want me to get my nipples pierced?"
"I want so many things with you." He circles my nipple and then traces his hand up the slope of my breast. "I want my mark here."
"What kind of mark?" I ask breathlessly.
Right now I would give him anything, but I have a feeling, that even if I wasn't passion drunk, I'd feel the same.
"A triquetra."
"That's a Celtic trinity knot, right?" I'm not as up on my Irish lore as mom, but even I know that.
"It represents family. The one you've given me."
"I thought it was an eternity symbol." I gasp as he tugs on one of the butterflies.
"Your soul is entwined with mine for eternity." He tugs harder and I arch my back in blissful ecstasy.
My heart squeezes. "You want to mark me as yours for eternity?"
Color burnishes his taught cheekbones and he doesn’t answer. But he doesn't have to.
"I am yours, big guy. And if you want me to wear a mark that says that, I will." I pause and then add. "As long as you get one too."
"Anywhere you want it," he promises.
What I really want is to put my mark on his heart, but I say, "Inside your left wrist."
Right over the artery that comes directly from his heart.
Without answering, Kieran surges deep into my body in one long, hard thrust. I'm so slick and ready, there's no sting as my vaginal walls stretch to accommodate him.
He makes love to me like his feelings are as deeply engaged as mine and for just a little while, I let myself pretend they are.