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“Then show me naughty.”
“Don’t,” he growls as he runs his teeth along my jaw.
“I can take whatever you can throw at me, Conor. I’m not made of glass.”
He lifts his head and his eyes burn into mine, making the heat sear between my thighs. Then something changes in him. The playful grin on his face disappears. The vein throbs in his temple. “Take off your clothes,” he orders, his breath skittering over my cheeks.
Goosebumps prickle along my forearms, but I unzip my jeans and slide them down my legs, kicking my sneakers and socks off with them when I reach my feet. Standing tall again, I look up at him as I unhook my bra and let it fall from my shoulders. His eyes drop to my nipples and a low growl rumbles in his throat.
“The panties too,” he snaps.
I swallow hard as I slide the red lace panties down my legs until I’m standing before him, completely naked.
He runs his hands up my arms and then down over my breasts and onto my stomach, sliding one hand between my thighs before bending his head low until his lips are pressed against my neck. “I can smell how wet you are already, Angel. I can smell it dripping out of you while you stand there waiting for me to fuck you. I’ve waited three long weeks to have you in my bed, and you tell me I have no patience? Maybe I should teach you about patience?”
I shuffle from one foot to the other as he starts to trail soft kisses along my neck. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and the soft leather sliding against the fabric as he pulls it off makes me squirm in anticipation.
“Hold out your hands,” he orders.
I hesitate for a moment, until I remember that I asked for this. I want to see the real Conor, not the mask he wears to protect himself.
As I hold out my hands for him, excitement ripples through my body, and I watch as he loops the belt around them, pulling the leather so tight that it pinches my skin. But I don’t flinch. I’ve experienced so much pain that sometimes it feels like I’m almost immune to it. Certainly, I have perfected the art of masking it, at least.
Conor tugs on the belt and leads me to the bed. “Lie down,” he snaps, and I do as he tells me. He tugs my arms above my head and ties the end of the belt to one of the metal spindles of his bed-frame. Then he stands up and looks down at me, licking his lips. “Patience?” he growls.
I feel a flash of panic, but I swallow it down. Surely, he’s not going to leave me here naked and tied up? But then he starts to undress and relief washes over me. When he's naked too, he crawls onto the bed, trailing soft kisses up from my ankles to my inner thighs. He blows a cold stream of air over my folds and I lift my hips up to his face.
“Conor,” I pant.
He doesn’t reply. Instead, he trails kisses over my stomach, up toward my breasts, before sucking one of my hard nipples into his hot mouth. He nips me gently, and I feel the rush of heat between my thighs. One of his hands wraps around my throat as the other one slides up my inner thigh, so close to where I ache to feel him, but stopping before he reaches that spot.
“Please?” I breathe.
He pushes himself up and sits back on his haunches, before grabbing my hips and flipping me over like I’m a rag doll, until I’m lying on my front and my wrists are bound even tighter to the bed. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me up until I’m on my knees with my ass in the air and my head pressed against the pillow. I arch my back in pleasure as he runs a warm hand up my thigh, making me purr with anticipation. Then his hand disappears, and without warning, he brings it down on my ass.
Smack.
I don’t flinch.
Smack! Smack!
This time I groan, but only in pleasure.
“You like having your ass spanked, Angel?” he growls.
“By you I do, yeah,” I giggle, and he sucks in a deep breath.
He leans over me, pressing his lips against my ear. “If you’re laughing, clearly I am not doing this hard enough.”
“Oh, you are. In fact, I think you might have bruised my poor ass with that last one.”
He leans back and rubs over the burning skin on my ass. “No. Not yet,” he growls, but he doesn’t spank me again. Instead, he slides one of his fingers into my wet channel before spreading my ass cheeks apart. He takes the same finger and slides it over the puckered hole before slowly pushing the tip inside.
“Oh, fuck. Conor,” I gasp.
He pushes two fingers inside my pussy at the same time he slides one all the way into my ass and I moan out loud. He moves them slowly in and out until I’m bucking against him. As I draw closer to the edge, he pulls out of me and I cry out in frustration. I look behind me to find out what he’s doing but I’m bound so closely to the bed, I can’t quite see him. I close my eyes and feel him instead. His hands on my knees, pulling my legs wider apart. His warm breath on my thighs. Followed by his tongue, his delicious tongue, licking the length of my folds.
“Fuck!” he growls against me and the vibrations go directly to my clit. “You taste so fucking good, Angel.”
