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“Can we do that? I mean just pretend the past didn’t happen?”
“We don’t pretend a thing. We’ve had enough of that. But you have to tell me what you want, girl. You have to quit with the brakes, because the things that I desire with you aren’t all that pretty sometimes. I want to play them out, but only if you’re ready for that. I know that it was bad where you were at the detention facility and I don’t want to bring on bad memories…”
“Padraig you do know that I was sexually used. It wasn’t just being beaten. Most women would call it rape, and I guess I do too… though I’m wired differently than most women. I can take punishment and have it feed my lust. You sure you want a woman who’s had so many cocks that she’s lost track of the number? You sure that won’t matter? That down the road, you’re not going to think I’m too perverted? I mean if those things matter, we have to give it up now. You can’t judge me. I can’t take that. I can’t.”
“Aw, Shelby,” he shook his head. “You won’t be judged by me. You think I’m such a gentle Irish boy…but you saw my dark side the other night. It may be as rough as your Mr. Darcy’s. But I just play the game differently than he does. And I play the game for keeps. It’s more than sex and control…it’s about loving you. Your Mr. Darcy never understood that that was what you needed most. Maybe he can’t love. But I know I can, and I do love you Shelby Ryan.”
Padraig’s last words lingered for a long while between them. Shelby searched his eyes for any wavering, and his firm jawline for even the slightest twitch – like those things could tell truth from lies. What she knew to be true, however, came from her heart. And for a moment, she dared to believe that something good could come out of the havoc these long and tortuous weeks had unleashed on their relationship.
“You think, Padraig, since your apartment is close, that we could go there and be together for a while, real close?”
His face lighted now. “I think so,” he said.
He stood up and grabbed her hand, then with his arm around her waist they strode toward the sound of the ‘L’ train rattling its way along the tracks.
Like he’d used her in the alley, his mood was dark and forceful. As soon as the door closed behind them, he was stripping away her clothes until she was naked. He gazed at her body, coveting every piece, loving the curve of her breasts, the smooth valley at her waist, and the pubic mound that jutted out with a small trail of trimmed hair. He cupped her pubis and squeezed hard, allowing himself to feel how she responded. Then he spanked her there, his hand coming down on the sensitive places a little harder each time his palm struck. Her body swooned against him as her urgent desire built into an overwhelming force.
“There’s to be no more doubting me,” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, sir,” she gasped for breath.
“And when I’m rough with you, you’ll take what I dish out and not object.”
“Oh, Padraig, never!”
“And if there’s to be anyone that owns you, it will be me. You understand that?”
She sighed.
“You hear that?” he shook her spanked mound, wanting confirmation.
“Yes, sir. I heard you.”
“And you want more now?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Harder?”
“If you would.”
He pulled her around, shoved her forward toward the small bedroom, grabbing a length of clothesline as he did and roping her wrists behind her, finally shoving her over the end of his twin bed. Her shoulders fell to the mattress, leaving her ass high and waiting. He massaged it first, giving it a good smack now and then. Her body juices started to flow long before this started, but they seemed to gush now that the energy between them soared so brilliantly.
“And is this what you want?” he asked. He’d let her go and moved so she could see him withdrawing his heavy work belt from the belt loops.
“Ohmygod!” she gasped.
“Tell me, lass. I want to hear it in your own words.”
“Yes, Padraig, yes! You start thrashing my ass, I’ll come. I swear I will.”
“We’ll see,” he chuckled darkly.
The darkness made her body spasm deep within. She watched him double the leather, fear and excitement taking hold. Then he stepped back to where she couldn’t see him, and a moment later, the belt smacked across both ass cheeks, delivering her to a welcomed pain. If Padraig could not have done this, she would have had to find a man who would. But the rush of delight and pain had her delirious within seconds of his beginning the savage punishment. All across her ass cheeks, from top to bottom the leather struck. She was wailing, her bound body rocking back and forth, feeling the ecstasy consume her.
For a time, he stopped to massage her ass cheeks until he took her to the edge of coming. Then when his hand pulled away, he walked around and stripped in front of her, showing off the body she lusted after: the sweating muscles, the fierce testosterone and his firm hard cock jutting before her, ready to have her as he desired.
Clear to her now was the shift that had taken place in their relationship – this would not be a relationship of lies and half-truths, engineered by Clive Darcy. This would be theirs, ruled by the fire that was bred into them both.
