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“Seamus and I don’t beat women, Bailey,” he told me, his tone turning serious. “But we do punish them when they misbehave. And my father has the same views on punishment as I do. You won’t find any help from him.”
Great, an entire family teeming with controlling and dominating men, and somehow, I ended up in the sights of two of them. When we entered the bedroom, he set me on feet and tore at my clothes.
“I am not your sweetheart,” I objected as I pushed at his hands. He ignored my futile attempt to stop him, and before I knew it, the man had me completely naked before him.
“Do you remember what I told you when I first brought you up here?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. My eyes followed the trail of his hands as he popped one button after another until the broad expanse of his chest was revealed. Neither he nor Seamus was built as thick as Dashkov, but they held a lean, agile power that set my panties on fire.
“Um…” I faltered a moment when his hands settled on his belt buckle. My inner hussy was priming herself, but I wasn’t about to give it up so easily…again. “Something about being a controlling jackass, if I remember correctly.”
He smirked, his eyes darkening and his pupils dilating with uncontrolled hunger. We hadn’t fucked yet, but I could feel the tension mounting, and sooner or later, it would snap. The question was, did I want it to?
The clink of his belt buckle sounded in the quiet room, and I licked my lips at the thought of what came next as he slid it through his belt loops. Dread and anticipation coiled in the pit of my stomach.
“Good girls get rewarded,” he growled, pushing me to my knees. The carpet was soft on my skin, and I’d relish the burn it would give me later. “Bad girls get punished.”
Looking up at him through my long lashes, I smirked as I removed his hardened member from the confines of his black pants, giving it a few strong strokes. His metal piercings along the shaft felt odd in my hands, but not in a bad way.
If Kiernan thought I would shy away from sex, he was wrong.
Inner hussy was practically melted on the floor, giddy with excitement about what those piercings meant for our pussy. There were seven of them in total.Fuck me, my luck was finally turning around.I was a second away from adapting one of her spread-eagle poses and telling him to take me like one of his French girls.
Maybe that was supposed to be paint?
Nah, my saying was definitely better.
“This doesn’t seem like much of a punishment,” I purred in what I hoped was a seductive manner. I didn’t have much experience in that particular area, but I was desperate to take some control of my own. To show him I wasn’t one of the weak submissives he was no doubt used to.
“Remind me later that you said that.” His hand tangled in my hair, pulling at my scalp, the rush of pain only increasing the desire pooling in my core. The snapping of his belt caused my pussy to clench. The rigid edges bit into my skin as the worn leather wrapped around the back of my neck. Kiernan tugged on it, forcing me to look up at him, my hand still gripping his length. He widened his feet and stepped closer.
“I don’t think you’ll be feeling the same way when you’re choking on my cock, begging me for air,mo fraochÚn beag.”
“Wait—” Before I could utter another word, he thrust into my mouth. I gagged and choked as he shoved his hardened steel rod in as far as he could before sliding out again, only to repeat the process several more times.
Tears stung the backs of my eyes. My nails dug into the backs of his thighs as he pistoned his hips again and again, each time hitting the back of my throat. It was a calculated move. He’d told me he’d choke me, and that was exactly what he was doing.
And I was loving every minute of it.
Wetness slicked my thighs as desire pooled in my stomach. Fuck, this was wrong. I’d researched breath play once for an article I’d done on a BDSM club that had opened several years ago. The research had made it seem as scary as it did erotic. My interest had been piqued, but Drew had never been anything but plain old vanilla with me, and the thought of broaching the subject with him had turned my stomach.
Spit dribbled down my chin. My lungs burned and my jaw ached. He’d only been leaving me breathless for a few seconds at a time, but as his thrusts grew more erratic, he slowed. The leather edges of the belt dug into the delicate flesh of my neck, the pain chasing on the heels of my pleasure at watching the powerful man towering above me be brought to heel with my mouth on his cock. He used the belt to push in deeper, my nose nearly touching his stomach. Tears streamed down my reddened cheeks as he kept his cock buried deep in my throat for several moments until I was pushing at his thighs, desperate for air.
“Look at me,mo fraochÚn beag,” he growled, removing himself from my mouth. I lifted my eyes to him, unable to disobey the deep, masculine command. What I saw left me more breathless than I already was. Kiernan’s pupils were blown wide, the black pits swallowing up the green of his irises like a black hole. Fervent hunger and molten desire bored down on me, casting off him in waves, causing my stomach to churn with unease, while at the same time, my heart was exploding.
No one had ever looked at me that way before.
Like they wanted me.
Needed me.
Couldn’t live without me.
“Good girl.” I flushed at the praise. He turned his head and spoke over his left shoulder. “Think she learned her lesson, brother?”
Seamus chuckled from the doorway.
“Only one way to find out.” He sauntered into the room with the grace of a panther, licking his lips as he took in my state of disarray. No doubt my lips were swollen and red, cheeks flushed, and hair mussed. “Stand up, wildcat.” I took his offered hand, letting him pull me to my feet.
In one swift movement, Seamus lifted me from my feet and tossed me onto the bed. A grin stretched across his face as he pulled his shirt over his head. My teeth bit into my lower lip, eyes widening as I took in his chiseled features. The twins were nearly perfect mirror images of one another, but that didn’t dull the chest squeezing sensation I felt each time one of them undressed.
