Pushing to his feet beside the bed, he kept his eyes locked on hers as he pulled his belt through the loops of his dress pants. And was rewarded with the widening of her smile as her gaze locked on his hands.
“Hands over your head, babygirl.”
There was a flash of pink as her tongue darted out to run over her lips, and then she was raising her hands up over her head to grip the top of the cushioned headboard. “Like this, Daddy?”
Fucking hell. Not once in his life had ever come in his pants, not even when he’d been a horny teenager, but he was perilously close to doing so just then. “Perfect.”
Placing one knee on the bed, he leveraged himself up to straddle her thick thighs, doing his damnedest not to think about how it would feel to have those same thighs wrapped around his head in a moment.
Blondie’s eyes flashed, the gold heating to a liquid amber as she stared up at him. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you follow directions.”
His cryptic response earned him a huff of annoyance and a narrowing of her eyes as he threaded the belt through the buckle once, twice, three times to form the makeshift cuffs he wanted. It was a trick Tiernan had taught him years ago, when they’d shared one of their many conquests.
For reasons he wasn’t keen to examine just then, the thought of sharing his blonde beauty with anyone, even his twin, twisted his gut with an emotion he only barely recognized as jealousy. Which was fucked, because he didn’t get jealous. He loved women, enjoyed women, but the thought of being loyal to one and expecting that same loyalty in return had never really appealed to him.
But the thought of this bratty stranger with the smart mouth and a body made for sin so much as looking at another man…
Shaking off the uncomfortable thoughts, he slipped the makeshift cuffs onto her wrists and tugged at the tail of the belt, tightening it so she couldn’t move her hands. “Comfy, babygirl?”
She gave the restraints an experimental tug, her smile brightening at the realization she was well and truly stuck. “Perfect.”
“Good. Keep your hands right where they are. If you move them, Daddy will have to punish you.”
Need flared in those golden eyes. “Punish me how?”
Chuckling, he lowered his head so that his lips were right near her ear, dropping his voice to a low purr. “The first rule of torture is to never let them know what to expect. So you can either be a good girl, or you can test me and find out exactly who I am, babygirl.”
Daisy
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For the first time since she’d set off on this revenge plan of hers, true fear snuck up her spine, icy fingers trailing along her skin. Fighting the urge to shiver, she forced the question she was desperate to ask past her lips. “What do you know about torture?”
“Keep being a brat, and you’ll find out. Hands above your head until I tell you otherwise, babygirl.”
Okay, obviously he meant torture in the sexy way like her books. Not like literal torture. The icy fingers crawling up her back disappeared and the band around her chest eased as she flashed a teasing smile up at him. “Yes, Daddy.”
She’d started the whole ‘Daddy’ thing as a private joke, one she knew he wouldn’t understand but that nonetheless made her giddy. But when she’d seen the way his eyes flashed when he said it, the burning need in those dark pools, she couldn’t resist saying it again and again just to watch his reaction.
“You really are a fucking brat,” he murmured, shifting his position so he was kneeling between her thighs instead of straddling them. “A brat who apparently has no sense of self-preservation. Do you know how much danger you put yourself in tonight, babygirl?”
As he spoke, he reached for the silky red panties she’d purchased just for tonight’s seduction, giving the material a demanding tug. Lifting her hips, she let him pull them over her hips and down her thighs, baring her most private parts to his gaze. With every passing second, her heart hammered even harder at her ribcage.
“Seems unfair of you to punish me when you were the one who invited me up here.”
Judging by the hard look he sent her way, her logic wasn’t going to save her. “I didn’t invite you to break into my room. And what if you’d gotten the number wrong? What if you’d realized I was a creep and you didn’t want me to fuck you after all, but it was too late?”
She hadn’t actually considered any of those options, and she was hit with the sudden, unsettling realization that for all her research, she didn’t actually know him. “Are you a creep?”
“Not the point, babygirl. But that’s fine. You aren’t leaving my bed until I’m damn sure you won’t do anything this fucking reckless again.”
Before she could ask what he meant, his arms were hooked around her thighs and his face was buried in her pussy. Pleasure, more shocking and intense than any she’d felt before, flashed through her as he ate.
No. Not ate. Feasted. Never in her life had a man ever focused so intently on her and her pleasure. Her ex-fiancé only did so under duress, and even then it was just a few lazy licks before he moved onto the main event.
Tiernan O’Rourke was clearly cut from a different cloth. Tongue and teeth teased every inch of her dripping pussy, driving her closer and closer to the edge of what she instinctively knew would be the best goddamn orgasm of her life.
