Chapter Twenty-Six
“T hat’s ridiculous.” I gasped as he pinched my nipple hard.
His index finger traveled lower, barely touching my skin.
He brushed my clit, and I clenched tightly but the touch was brief as he moved farther along, ever so gently parting my folds with his index finger and brushing the sensitive spot inside.
“So wet,” he murmured. “I’ll have a taste.
” He sank down on the chair so he was at eye level with my pussy.
My body tensed in almost unbearable anticipation as he leaned forward.
His breath fanned over my wet pussy. Then his tongue darted between my pussy lips, licking along my slit once, before he leaned back to watch my lust-torn expression.
“You almost came, sweet Aislinn. I’ll have to be more careful.
You’ll have to suffer far more.” He shook his head as he ran his tongue over his upper lip.
“Your juices taste sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted.
It’ll be a difficult quest to find another woman who tastes equally delicious. ”
My heart clenched at the idea of Lorcan being with someone else. Hadn’t I dreamed of leaving him not too long ago? Why was I bothered by the idea that he’d fuck another woman?
He shrugged, his muscles flexing. He reached out again and slid his middle finger over my slit, palm upward. His other hand came up to tug my nipple. I held his gaze as he brought me closer to the edge again .
Lorcan kept up the gentle teasing with his finger, brushing my folds and clit in ghost-like touches, twisting my nipples, and occasionally risking a lick, for at least another hour.
The tent in his pants was impressive but not once did he try to find relief himself, ignoring his own need completely.
I wished I had his self-control. I was filled with so much need, I was close to asking him to hurt me if he only gave me an orgasm after.
Lorcan could probably sense that I was close to breaking.
I wasn’t sure why he had chosen this form of torture, which really wasn’t a punishment I’d expected.
Knowing my husband’s brutality, I feared the worst. I didn’t understand his reasoning, but I didn’t care anymore.
My arousal coated Lorcan’s palm and my inner thighs.
The warehouse was silent, except for my panting and Lorcan’s low, concentrated breaths as he inched his middle finger into my opening.
My walls clung to his finger, needing more.
When he was buried knuckle-deep inside of me, Lorcan stopped moving.
I rocked my hips for additional friction, but Lorcan lowered his hand until only his fingertip remained inside of me.
I let out a desperate sigh. I just wanted Lorcan to do whatever he had in mind, to finish what he’d begun. He’d been teasing me for too long. My entire body was taut like a bow, ready for release.
Lorcan rose to his feet and walked over to the spot where his baton leaned against the wall. He picked it up from the ground. “Ready for the pain?”
I tensed, my eyes widening and my heart beating wildly in my chest.
Lorcan chuckled. “Not yet?” He nodded and approached me with the baton, hitting his palm with its tip.
He brought the tip to my sternum then slid it lower like he had done before, but this time he slid the tip of the baton along my swollen flesh and pressed it up to my opening.
I clenched, wanting something inside of me, even this baton.
Watching my face closely, he worked the tip of the baton into my opening.
I gasped at the feel of the cool material inside my heated channel.
I was used to Lorcan’s thick shaft, so I grew quickly accustomed to being stretched by the weapon.
Lorcan only teased me with the tip, sliding it in about an inch only to pull it out again.
My core gripped the stick, trying to contain the pleasure it brought, even if it was nothing in comparison to Lorcan’s cock.
He fucked me too gently with only the tip until I was shifting back and forth, trying to drive the baton deeper into me, but the chains I dangled from prevented that.
Lorcan regarded me stoically as he pulled the stick out despite my protest.
“Open your mouth.”
I did so without hesitation and allowed Lorcan to push the tip of the baton into my mouth, tasting my tangy arousal. I circled the tip with my tongue then sucked it deeply into my mouth, all the while locking gazes with Lorcan, wanting him to imagine it was his cock.
He pulled the baton away, and I stifled a smile. I got to him too.
“You want more, sweet Aislinn, don’t you?” he growled.
I nodded frantically, no longer caring for dignity.
The pleasure had banished the all-consuming fear I was feeling since Lorcan ordered me to come to the docks.
“I want you, Lorcan. Your cock, your fingers, your tongue, all of you.” The words tumbled out, burying any hint of embarrassment and shyness in their wake.
Lorcan swallowed, his gaze becoming so fierce I shuddered with a deep longing that almost made me come without touch or penetration.
“I really want to hurt you,” he rumbled, and I could hear the need for brutality in his voice, could see it in the tightening of his muscles.
“But at the same time, I want to fuck you and make you come so hard my name will be the last prayer on your lips.”
“That’s blasphemous,” I whispered thickly, so desperate for more of him, for him to see that I was his.
“Add it to my list of sins.” He stroked my cheek. “Do you want to come?”
“You know the answer.”
“Answer me.”
“Yes, I want to come.”
“Will you welcome pain in exchange for pleasure?”
I wasn’t sure what he had in store for me. I was half terrified, half aroused. Lorcan opened his zipper and freed his thick erection. It was glistening with his own need.
“I see you’re too scared to answer,” he murmured, circling me until he came to a stop behind me. His breath fanned over my neck as his hard length pressed against my ass cheek. He shifted so the tip wedged between my cheeks, slowly driving them apart until it brushed my other opening. I stiffened .
His hot breath ghosted over my ear. “I have to hurt you. I have to fuck you. I have to make you come. I want your tears of lust and pain.”
I pressed back, driving the tip of his cock further between my ass cheeks so his tip nudged my opening harder. Lorcan gripped my throat, his eyes locking on mine. He rubbed his palm over my pussy, gathering my juices on his cock until it was slick. “Pain first, then release, Sweet Aislinn.”
His eyes burned into mine with a myriad of emotions as his cock forced its way deeper into my tight channel.
I tensed, my lips parting in a whimper at the fierce pain, the utter sensation of being stretched beyond the impossible.
I squeezed my eyes shut when I couldn’t take any more, ready to beg Lorcan to stop.
But without a word from me, he stopped when he was maybe halfway in.
I breathed slowly, trying to force my body to relax.
“When I found out that you were working with the police, it felt like a knife in my heart. Do you think the pain you’re feeling now is worse?”
I swallowed. “No.” I knew nothing hurt more than having your trust or your heart broken.
“Right,” Lorcan rasped. “I want to hurt you worse, but at the same time I hate seeing you in pain and want to make it better. You make me weak, Aislinn, and I don’t like it.”
Lorcan’s palm cupped my breast and massaged gently.
Then he slid it lower until his fingers reached my clit.
He began to rub me until pleasure built again, and I felt myself slacken around him.
His fingers moved faster and then he thrust two into my pussy.
Fingering me hard while the heel of his hand slammed against my clit, I barreled toward release.
I cried out at the first sparks of my orgasm.
Lorcan grabbed my throat and pushed deeper into me.
I was too far gone to let the pain stop my release and shuddered in pain and pleasure as Lorcan worked his cock deeper into me with shallow thrusts while his fingers kept fucking me mercilessly.
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but Lorcan didn’t stop.
He gently stroked my clit with his index finger while he fucked my ass with about two-thirds of his length.
I breathed shallowly, feeling overwhelmed.
Despite the overly stretched sensation, the feel of Lorcan inside of me made his manipulation of my clit even more intense.
Soon, I was panting again. This time when I toppled over the edge, I was prepared for the pain as Lorcan claimed me fully.
His pelvis pressed against my ass and he groaned.
I could feel him twitch inside of me and the knowledge that it gave him so much pleasure turned me on despite the situation.
Soon he began to fuck me slowly, and my breath lodged in my throat every time he filled me. Two of his fingers slid into my pussy and he began to finger me in rhythm with his thrusts.
I hung limply from the chains as I panted. Pain and pleasure had my body in a torturous grip there was no escaping from. Lorcan slammed harder into me and so did his fingers. I trembled, feeling a wave of pleasure getting ready to crush me.
“I can feel my cock inside of you,” Lorcan rasped. “Claiming every part of you.”
I cried out as my orgasm hit me, and Lorcan let out a harsh shout. His cock expanded inside of me, making me see stars for a second. I shuddered, my clit throbbing fiercely.