Chapter 28
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C olm’s hand moved up her leg.
Tonight, Sofia had deliberately worn a skirt.
And no underwear.
They were having a movie night. The film was playing on the screen, but she didn’t know what was going on; she couldn’t even hear the words being spoken. Her breathing grew faster.
Lord.
These last six weeks had felt like the biggest tease. Colm had visited her nearly every day. And if he couldn’t come see her, then he always called her. Sometimes they could talk for hours about everything and nothing.
It had taken Sofia a while to figure out that he wanted her to speak her mind. That he had no problem with her saying how she felt.
Sacha had been working on helping her as well. Partly by opening himself up more.
After she’d pushed past her panic at leaving the estate, Colm had taken her out for dinner, the movies, ice skating, and even dancing. The man had some killer moves—as long as it didn’t involve twerking.
What he hadn’t done was fuck her.
Hell, he hadn’t done more than kiss her and feel her up. Tonight, she was determined to change that.
Aleksandr was out. It was just the two of them, along with probably half a dozen of Sacha’s men. But they were outside.
They were in the cinema room. There were no windows. No one else was close by, and Sofia was determined that she wasn’t going to get herself off with one of her toys tonight.
Toys that she hadn’t owned until she and Colm had started this whole dating thing.
Which was why she wasn’t wearing panties.
His hand stilled as he found out her secret.
“What do we have here?” he murmured. His movements were hidden under the blanket they had over them.
She couldn’t believe all the changes in her life. Some things had been devastating, like Arseni’s betrayal.
And being kidnapped twice, which had given her a whole set of new nightmares.
But at least she’d been able to tell Rogan who killed Callahan’s father and Miller how her mom had helped her that night.
Although she had a feeling that might have been what led to her death. If Iker had found out that Miller’s mom had seen her father kill Callahan’s father . . . yeah, that was why she’d been murdered.
And, with the help of a therapist, Sofia could start to put that nightmare to rest. The therapist was likely supposed to report some of the things she’d told her to the authorities, but Sacha must have been paying her to keep quiet.
Callahan’s death had caused some issues with the Fuerte cartel. Apparently, Callahan had a cousin who was important to the cartel in some way. The cartel hadn’t been happy that Callahan was killed. But Rogan and Sacha had handled it, soothing things over. Sacha was still determined to find out who Rafe had been working for. But he’d told her not to concern herself.
She was still worried, though.
However, she was trying not to take everything on herself.
She had enough to worry about with her own therapy and the physiotherapist that Colm had found to help her with her back.
“Someone is being a bit naughty,” Colm muttered.
“Not naughty,” she told him. “Desperate.”
“Desperate?”
“Please don’t make me have to get myself off with my vibrator again,” she begged.
Colm let out a surprised laugh. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you needed me?”
“I don’t know. It’s hard to just blurt that out, so I thought I would show you. I was almost starting to worry you didn’t want me.”
He ran his finger through her slick lips. “Not want you? Sure, that’s why I’ve been having cold showers every night and jerking off several times a day.”
“You have?” she whispered. “Then why didn’t you . . .”
“I was trying to be a gentleman.”
“Why? That doesn’t suit you.”
“Brat!” He lightly slapped her pussy and she sucked in a breath. “I was going slow because I knew you needed that after Oleg. I never want you to fear me, Sofia. The night I found out he’d been abusing you . . . when I reached for you and you shied away from me, I thought my heart might break.”
“Is that why you left me?” she asked. “You weren’t disgusted by me?”
“Sofia Anisimov, you’re in deep trouble for that,” he growled. “I could never be disgusted by you and you know it. Are you asking for a spanking?”
She squirmed in the chair.
“Hmm. Seems you are.” He settled back and then tugged off the blanket before lifting her over his lap.
Face down.
This wasn’t what she wanted at all.
Isn’t it?
The skirt went up, but then he paused and took a deep breath.
“Fuck, baby. I shouldn’t be doing this, should I? I don’t want you to confuse him and me.”
What? She would never do that. And as he tried to turn her over, she realized this was exactly what she needed.
To feel normal.
“No!” she cried.
“No? Shit. I’m so sorry.” He sat her up.
“I mean, no, I don’t want you to stop. I want to try this. I trust you. I know you’ll stop if I tell you to. Please.”
“You sure, Mo Chridhe ?” he murmured.
“So sure. If I need to stop, I’ll say Red.”
Leaning in, he kissed her. She moaned, relaxing in his arms as arousal filled her.
He was so good at that.
“My precious, brave girl.” He moved her so she was back in position, raising her skirt up again. “And you have the best fucking ass I’ve ever seen.”
He suddenly slapped his hand down on her butt cheeks.
Once. Twice.
She moaned, wriggling on his lap.
“Hmm. Someone likes that, don’t you?”
Two more slaps, then he rubbed the heat in.
Yikes.
Who would have thought that a spanking would turn her on so much?
“Such a naughty girl to enjoy your spanking,” he murmured.
But she didn’t tense. She knew he was teasing. Especially when two of his fingers dipped between her legs to run through her pussy lips.
“Ohh,” she moaned.
“Yes, so wet.”
Smack! Smack!
Two more spanks before he pushed a finger deep inside her.
Dear. Lord.
“Spread your legs.”
She parted her legs as wide as she could.
“Such a good girl to do as you’re told. You’re so needy, aren’t you? Next time you need to come you’re not to take care of it yourself. You’re to tell me. Call me. Understand?”
“O-okay,” she said.
“I want all your orgasms from now on. Even if I can’t be there in person, I want to watch as you come.”
She clenched down around his finger.
“Oh, that turns you on, too, huh? Such a good girl for me.”
He slid another finger inside her, thrusting in and out. She moaned, wriggling on his lap.
“That’s it. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”
Suddenly, he flipped her over so she was reclining against the arm of the chair.
“Hold up your legs and keep them parted.”
What had she started?
But she did what she was told. Because Sofia was a good girl. He stared down at her bare pussy. Her skirt was up around her waist by now, so there was nothing to block his view.
“Such a pretty, pretty pussy.” He pushed two fingers back inside her. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this to you? Fuck. From now on, you don’t get to wear panties when you have a skirt or dress on.”
Oh, heck.
No, seriously, what had she started?
Then he moved again, sliding onto his knees on the floor before turning her again so her pussy was in front of his face.
He used his tongue to play with her clit. A cry escaped her, and he drew back. After a brief pause, he started playing with her again.
He kept pushing her to the edge, then drawing back.
“Please, please, please,” she begged, mindless with need.
And that was when he finally drove her over that edge and into bliss.
It shattered her.
No toy had ever gotten her off this good. And as she floated, she was vaguely aware of him sitting beside to her, pulling her onto his lap once again.
Of his cock digging into her ass.
“You . . . I . . . wow.”
He let out a low chuckle. “That good, huh?”
She stared up at him intently. “Better.”
His grin was arrogant, but she didn’t care.
“And now I want to do that for you.”
Colm raised an eyebrow. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” She sat up. “Please?”
“Hmm, but I want to watch the rest of the movie.”
Disappointment filled her. Wow, she couldn’t compete with a movie?
“So you’re going to have to take care of me while I watch it, aren’t you?” he said.
Oh. Ooh, okay.
She nodded eagerly, and he laughed as he folded the blanket they’d been using and put it between his feet on the floor. Then he pointed at it.
“Down you go.”
She kneeled as he slid his jeans and boxers down to his thighs.
Then he cupped her face as she leaned in. “You really okay with this, baby?”
“Better than okay.” She licked her lips as she took in his dick. She wished there was more light so she could look her fill, but it was enough to see it was gorgeous and long and she just wanted to taste him.
“But I haven’t done this in a long time, though.”
“You’ll be fine, Mo leannan .”
She licked along his shaft, wrapping her hand around the base.
“Just like that. Fuck. So good.”
Sofia wasn’t sure if he watched much of the movie. He seemed to be too busy groaning and giving her words of praise.
She enjoyed herself far more than she thought she would, taking him deep and sucking him off strongly.
Finally, his breathing grew faster. His thighs tensed.
“Fuck, baby. I’m going to come and you’re going to drink down every drop. Do you hear me?”
Oh, she heard him.
That’s what she’d planned on doing, anyway. Taking him deeper, she sucked on him firmly before he let out a low shout, coming in her mouth.
She didn’t want to let him go.
Not after he’d stopped coming. Not when he reached for her. She just wanted to stay and suck on him. It gave her such a sense of peace.
“Not ready to come up yet, huh?” he murmured, running his fingers through her hair. “You stay there. I have you, baby. I’ll keep you safe. I love you, Mo Chridhe . With all of me. And I always will.”