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“What else is there?” she snaps, but I can hear her confidence wavering. I herd her towards the window, rain streaking down the glass as her ass bumps against the sill, and her hands fly out behind her to grab the edge of it as I loom over her.
“I know what your father is playing at, Saoirse. I know his game. You forget, Graham was my father’s right hand when I still sat at that table, when I was learning my place as the future heir. I know how he works, and if he thinks I’ve forgotten all these years later—well, he’s going to get a lot more than he bargained for if he thinks that I’m going to be his pawn.”
Saoirse’s lips part slightly, and I can see her breath catching in her throat. “Connor—”
“If you’re going to be my wife, Saoirse, your days of being your daddy’s mouthpiece will be over.” I smile coldly down at the shock on her face, reaching up to brush my thumb over her sharp cheekbone, and I relish the tremor that I feel go through her at that. “Your loyalty will be to me, and only to me, once that ring goes onto your finger.”
“That isn’t what you said earlier,” Saoirse manages, her voice breathier than before. “You said you didn’t expect loyalty. Once I produced an heir—”
“I said I didn’t expectmonogamy,” I clarify. “I absolutely expect your loyalty, Saoirse, above and beyond anyone else. More than your family, more than whatever boy toy you choose to play with, more than your friends. You will be loyal tome.”
“Like a dog.”
“Like the woman you claim to be.” I catch her chin in my fingertips. “You’ve said from the start that you value duty, family, and commitment above all else. Well, Saoirse, if you marry me, you will make a commitment, and our children and I will be your new family. Your duty will be to us, and I expect you never to forget that.”
“And what if I say what I said earlier,” she whispers. “That I don’t want to sleep with another man, and I don’t wish to share? What if I claim I’m a good Catholic and don’t want to be on birth control?”
I smirk down at her, brushing my fingers along her jawline and eliciting another small shiver. “Oh, trust me, lass,” I tell her playfully. “Sharing me would be for the best. There’s no way an innocent princess like you could satisfy all of my desires. And besides,” I add, my eyes narrowing as I watch her face heat. “A good Catholic girl would never have let me do what I did to you in that elevator.”
Her eyes widen, and I see something spark there. “What makes you think that?” she asks, a clear challenge in her voice. “That I couldn’t please you? Don’t you think I’d be good in bed?”
“Oh, I think you’d bedelightfulin bed,” I purr, dropping my hand from her cheek to run it down her waist. I feel her go very still under my touch, her breath coming faster as I wrap my hand around the slender curve, pulling her sharply against my hips as I thrust them forward. I let her feel how hard I am, grinding lightly into her as I lean down, my lips so close that she could kiss me if she leaned up just a bit, but she won’t. I know her already; she won’t give in.
“Soft and warm,” I continue, trailing my hand over her hip. “Remember, I’ve had my fingers nearly in your pussy already, princess. I know just how wet you get, and you’d be tight for me—sotight. An unclaimed passage for my cock to explore. You’d feel incredible, I’m sure of it. And from what I saw in the elevator?” I grin down at her teasingly as she glares up at me, her face flushing both from my nearness and the reminder of what we did—what sheallowedme to do. “You won’t just lie there. You want my cock, and I’d enjoy giving it to you, hearing your moans—”
“Enough.” Saoirse pushes ineffectually at me, swallowing hard. “None of that explains why you think I wouldn’t be able to satisfy you, if you think I’d be so—um—good.”
I smirk. “Oh, but there’s so much more that a naïve little lass like yourself wouldn’t know about, princess. So many things, dark desires, pleasures that you’ve never dreamed of, even at night when you touch yourself.” I lean closer, my breath against her ear. “Do you do that, Saoirse? Rub that hard little clit until you come? Do you put your fingers inside and dream about when it’ll be a cock?” I pull back, enjoying the sight of her face flaming red. “Do you think about my brother? Or someone else?”
Saoirse’s face is on fire, but so are her eyes, sparking with anger. “That’s none of your business,” she says tartly.
“Oh, but if I’m going to be your husband, shouldn’t I know what’s been done to that sweet pussy in my absence? What do you think about while you finger yourself? I bet it’s me now, isn’t it?” I grin, enjoying her embarrassment. “You tease your clit, and pretend it’s my fingers in your panties, like in the elevator.”
“You’re disgusting,” Saoirse says, tilting her chin up defiantly. “And I’m not going to dignify that with an answer.”
I laugh, dropping my hand from her hip, though I don’t step back. I’m enjoying the sensation of my hard cock pressing into her soft thigh far too much. And from the way she squirms ever so often, so is she.
“See? That’s what I mean. If you thinkthat’sdisgusting, me discussing your masturbation habits, you’d be appalled at the filthy things I might ask you to do, if I went to you for all my satisfaction.”
“Try me.” Saoirse’s expression is as defiant as it gets. “And don’t give me any nonsense about defiling my innocent virgin mind or whatevershiteyou were going to spew out next. What the fuck are you talking about?” Her mouth tightens. “If you’re going to be unfaithful, I ought to at least get to know why.”
“Well, Saoirse, while you’re imagining tame fucks with the pool boy in missionary on your lounge chair—” her face absolutelyflamesred at that, and I laugh, enjoying that I pinpointed her extramarital fantasies so easily—“I’ll be enjoying the darker sides of desire.” I watch her face as I speak, wanting to see her reaction, to savor it.
“Imagine, Saoirse, you on your stomach over a spanking bench, your wrists and ankles cuffed, while I made you choose between the paddle, the cane, or the flogger for your punishment. Imagine that you chose, and I told you that since you were a naughty girl, I’d pick the one I preferred anyway. Imagine me spanking you with one of those for my pleasure—not just your ass either, Saoirse, but your thighs, your breasts, even your sweet, tender pussy.”
She pales slightly at that, swallowing hard again, and I smirk. “Just the thought of it frightens you, doesn’t it, princess? But there’s so much more. Me stuffing your mouth with my cock while you’re restrained, making you deep-throat me while your ass burns red. Enjoying your pussy while you’re bent over, even your tight little asshole, at my leisure. And beyond that—” I reach up, running my fingers through Saoirse’s hair, and she shudders. But to my surprise, I don’t think it’s a shudder of fear. I’ve seen women afraid, and I’ve seen a great many turned on. Saoirse looks like she’saroused.
I have to fight the urge to slide my hand into her jeans and find out. I have no doubt I could get her to let me. And the thought that uptight, spoiled Saoirse might be wet at the thought of me paddling her ass and then using it for my pleasure?
I hadn’t thought I could get any harder, but I was wrong.
Easy there,I tell myself.She might find theideaarousing, but it’s a different story when she’s strapped in and your cock is pressing into her ass. When her pretty bottom is striped red, and there are twenty lashes for her to beg for still. When the reality is so much different than the fantasy—and she doesn’t even know what she’s fantasizing about.
“I could demand you get on your knees for me,” I whisper, sliding my hand around to the back of her head, leaning into her so that she can feel my throbbing, aching cock grinding into the apex of her thighs. “I could make you crawl for it, call me Master, beg to be split open in every hole. I could bind you to a St. Andrew’s cross in a room full of people, let them watch as I fucked you. Blindfold you and cuff you and tease you until you begged to come. There’s a world of pleasures like that, Saoirse, some darker still, and you’re not cut out for any of them.”
Her lips part in a small gasp, her hips arching into me as another tremor runs through her, and I drop my hand, taking a step back. My cock lurches in protest inside of my jeans, desperate for relief.
Saoirse pushes herself away from the windowsill, that same defiance still sparking in her eyes, even after my speech. It’s impressive, really. “You find women who like to do these—these things?” She narrows her eyes. “Where?”
