“I want you in my bed.” His voice comes out low and commanding.
I don’t have the energy to fight him as he lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the kitchen, our dinner completely forgotten on the table.
Even when he takes me into his room and lays me on the bed, I don’t fight back. If only because I know what’s coming, and I’m already desperate for another release.
“Strip.”
My face heats under the intensity of his gaze as I slowly remove my dress, leaving myself in nothing but a bra and panties. When I catch Ronan’s eyes, he subtly shakes his head as he glances down at my covered breasts, so I reach behind me and undo the clasp.
He doesn’t move a muscle as I toss my bra aside and shift onto my back so that I can slide out of my panties. Even when I know he’s rock hard and just as desperate for release as I am, he manages to maintain that unshakeable control.
Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I keep my eyes on Ronan as I slowly slide my panties over my thighs before spreading my legs wide and baring myself fully to him.
In a flash, he's in front of me, his hand gripping my chin as he wraps his arm around my waist.
“I don’t like being teased.”
The possessiveness in his tone sends a shiver down my spine as he shifts onto the bed and positions me over his lap.
“Seriously?” I choke.
“Seriously.” His hand caresses my backside. “You think that by showing me your sweet, glistening pussy I’m just going to give you what you want?”
The first smack is sharp and unexpected, and I gasp as the sting blossoms into warmth.
“Don’t forget who’s in charge here,” he growls.
I squirm against his lap and let out a breathy moan when his erection presses against my lower belly.
Ronan hisses through his teeth at the contact, which only makes me do it again.
“What did I just say?” He lands another swift slap to my ass.
“But it feels so good.” I gasp as his cock presses into me.
“It will feel even better buried inside you.”
“Then fuck me.”
He chuckles as he rubs his hand over my ass before dipping his hand between my thighs.
His finger trails up and down my pussy. “I intend to, but not yet. I want to leave my mark on you first.”
I brace myself for the sting as his palm hits my skin, but my cries turn to soft moans as an ache starts to build between my thighs.
"Count."
"One," I moan as my eyes flutter closed.
He lands another slap, this one harder than before.
"Two."
Each strike of his hand causes a blend of pain and pleasure that has us both moaning with need. In betweenstrikes, he caresses the area he hits, prolonging the sensations.
By the time I count to ten, my skin is aflame, and my body trembles with desire as Ronan arches his hips against me.
“Good girl.” He lifts me off his lap and flips me onto my front. “Now spread your legs for me.”
