I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing with each stroke. But just as I’m about to tip over the edge, he pulls his fingers out, leaving me gasping and desperate.
“No,” I whimper, my body aching for release.
“Patience,” he murmurs, his hand coming down hard on my ass again. “I’ll let you come when I’m ready. When I’m convinced you’ll be a good girl again.”
His fingers find my clit again, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. I moan, my hips moving against his hand, seeking more friction.
“Cavin, please,” I beg, my body trembling with need.
“Are you going to behave? Obey your husband?”
“Yes.Yes, I promise.”
“Are you sorry for being a naughty little lass?”
“Yes, so sorry!”
“Come for me, Erin,” he commands.
And I do, my body exploding with pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. I cry out, my voice echoing in the small room.
He continues to rub, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a trembling, boneless mess across his lap. Only then does he pull his hand away, leaving me gasping and spent.
“There’s a good lass,” he murmurs, his hand stroking my back soothingly.
I take a deep, shuddering breath, my body still tingling with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“Cavin,” I whisper.
He leans down, his lips capturing mine in a fierce, possessive kiss. I melt into him, my body molding to his, completely and utterly his.
When he finally pulls away, I’m breathless, my heart racing. I look up at him, my eyes filled with love and desire.
“Yours,” I say, the words a promise.
He smiles, a slow, dangerous smile. “Mine,” he agrees, his hand cupping my face tenderly. “You’re always fuckin’ mine, woman, and don’t you forget it. Now, the night is still young, lass, isn’t it?”
I turn around and give him a curious look.
“That wasn’t proper punishment, was it? That was a warning.”
Ahh.
He spins me around to sit in his lap, and I start tapping my pocket. One, two, three, four.
“You’ve been to The Craic before, but not asmyguest.”
My eyes go wide.
“You know it’s a private family club. Exclusive. But if you want to be my wife, you need to understand what this means.”
Oh, okay.
“And I want to deal with my wife properly. You disobeyed me twice tonight, on purpose. You wore that top, and you came to the fight. You think a few smacks on the arse is enough for that?”
I giggle nervously. “Um, what are we going to do?”
He leans in and gives me a wicked smile. His pupils look nearly black. “Take you somewhere where you can scream as loud as you want, and no one will come running to save you.”
