“I think you do,” he said. “Every time I give you a little swat, your pussy squeezes me so tight, like you want me deeper.”
“I-I—“ Dominique couldn’t respond. Her entire body felt electric, as though a current ran straight from her body, connecting her neck, her breasts, and her clit.
“I know you said you’d take my cock like a good girl, but considering you’ve been bad, maybe you need to be punished.”
Before she could comprehend what he was talking about, Ronan lifted his hand and smacked the tips of his fingers over her clit, over and over, until her entire body locked up and a strangled cry escaped her throat as she came.
Ronan gripped her hips and rocked her against him as he pulled out and thrust deep inside her. The sensation of his cock moving inside her, coupled with the intensity of her orgasm, made her cry out again, louder this time.
“That’s it,” he said. “Keep coming for me, Princess.”
When his fingers ghosted over her clit again, drawing out the spasms rocking her body, Dominique tried to roll off him. Ronan followed her, pinning her face down on the mattress as he fucked her harder and deeper. His hand was trapped between her body and the comforter, her clit pinched between his middle and index finger.
Dominique bucked beneath him as each thrust of his hips shifted her against his hold, tugging at her clit. He shifted his knees until he straddled her thighs, his pelvis slapping against her ass as he drove deep inside her with each thrust.
The sound that escaped her throat actually hurt as she began to come again, the pressure inside her bursting with an intensity she’d never experienced before. She shuddered under Ronan as he groaned and the motion of his hips slowed, growing uneven.
“Fuck,” he said, his voice strained. “Fuck, Dominique.”
Dominique collapsed beneath him, her body melting into the mattress as the last spasms of her orgasm ran through her. She gasped softly when his hand left her clit, leaving a wet trail along her lower abdomen as he slipped it free from between her body and the bed.
Ronan shifted forward slightly, making her gasp again, this time louder. Dominique could hear how wet she was with each move and felt the liquid soaking into the bed beneath her.
“Hmmm. You liked being punished so much that you squirted for me, Princess,” Ronan said.
Her body tensed beneath him, and she pushed herself up on her elbows, looking back over her shoulder at him. “What exactly do you think I deserve punishment for?” she asked.
“Did you forget that you let Aisling into your room after I told you not to open the door for anyone?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her.
Dominique sighed, not even sure how to argue with that insane brand of logic. Finally, she settled on, “Considering I’m a fully grown woman and not a child, I’m a bit old for punishment, Ronan.”
His fingers curved around her hips, angling her lower body up just a bit. “Okay, it wasn’t a punishment then. It was just fucking hot.”
She couldn’t argue with that because she’d come so hard that she thought she’d split in two. With a sigh, Dominique dropped her head on the blanket beneath her.
Gentle fingers trailed over her spine before Ronan planted his palm on her back, rubbing gently. “Are you doing okay?” he asked.
Sensing he wasn’t talking about her physical condition, Dominique shifted forward, letting his softening cock slide out of her, and then turned over onto her back so she could see his face.
“I’m okay,” she answered.
“Are you sure? I mean, your mother?—”
Dominique shook her head before she interrupted him. “I don’t want to protect them or help them anymore. Willingly or unwillingly. Graciella and Jurgen made their bed when theytried to poison you. I can’t stop whatever happens next and, honestly, they can’t be allowed to continue on as they have been. They’re dangerous to anyone they deem an obstacle to their goals.”
Ronan moved, stretching out of her so her legs were trapped between his thighs and his chest pinned her upper body to the bed. He rested most of his weight on his elbows as he studied her face.
“You don’t feel betrayed?” he asked quietly.
Dominique shook her head. “I stopped expecting their loyalty and consideration twenty years ago. My parents proved themselves to be untrustworthy. I knew they would try to gain control of me, but I didn’t expect them to try to outright attack you like that. I thought they were smarter than that.”
“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?” he asked.
At her short inhale, Ronan regretted his words. He probably shouldn’t have woken her up by fucking her either, but she’d been moaning in her sleep and rubbing her ass on his cock, which is what woke him up. He hadn’t been thinking about anything but how she felt against him when he put his hands on her. The sounds of her moans and the way her body writhed when he touched her.
“I know,” she said, bringing his thoughts back to their conversation. “What about my sisters?”
Ronan pressed his lips together, not sure how he should answer.
