Before she could ask what he meant, he answered her with a flick of his wrist. The leather tail of his belt drew upward, catching the soaked lips of her pussy with a pain so fucking sharp she thought it might actually slice her in two.
“Oh, fuck!” Gripping the pillows on either side of her, she threw her head back against the padded headboard, her breaths coming in deep, labored gasps as she struggled through the blinding pain. “That really fucking hurt.”
“Good.”
She barely had a second to register the meaning behind that single syllable before the leather snapped against her sensitive lips again. Only this time, the very tip connected with her clit, a shockwave of pain and pleasure that had stars exploding behind her eyelids.
“Daddy… please…” The words came out as a whine, a begging plea that might have humiliated her if she hadn’t been drowning in pain and want and need.
“One more, and then Daddy will kiss it and make it all better.”
One more. She could take one more. Dragging air into her too-tight lungs, she nodded and braced herself for another explosion of that exquisite pain.
And when it came, she choked on a sob, not even bothering to try and stop the tears that streamed from her eyes as pain and pleasure overwhelmed her. Took her past everything she thought she could handle to some secret place she’d never been before.
“Fuck, baby.” Tiernan’s words were a low, borderline desperate moan as he shifted on the bed. And then something wet ran over her cheek, shocking her into opening her eyes just in time to see his tongue flick out again, swiping the tears from her skin as he sighed the happiest, dreamiest sigh she’d ever heard.
“Your tears are so sweet, babygirl. Someday, I’m going to tie you up and torture you until you’ve given me every fucking tear you have. But for now…”
Sliding back down her body, he once more wrapped his arms around her thighs, and now his tongue lapped at an entirely different part of her body. “Daddy’s going to kiss it and make it all better.”
Chapter Five
Daisy
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Her poor clit, swollen and aching from that first orgasm and the whipping he’d just given her, throbbed as he ran the flat of his tongue over it. A low whine slipped past her lips as she slid her hands into his hair, holding him against her pussy as she mindlessly rolled her hips, grinding her clit against his tongue.
The need he’d slaked once already coiled inside her again, tight and demanding and desperate as he lazily pushed his tongue inside her.
No. Not lazy. Slow and measured, easily mistaken for languidness. But what he was, really, was intentional. Deliberate. Moving at his own pace, despite her every attempt to urge him on.
Pulling her clit between his lips, he suckled gently at the swollen nub, just enough to tease and torment, but not nearly enough to send her flying. Frustration built alongside need, and she gave his hair a sharp tug. A silent message to get the fuck on with it already.
But instead of heeding her command, he paused, and everything inside her froze in quiet terror as he lifted his head to stare up at her.
To her surprise, however, he didn’t chastise her. Amusement danced in his dark eyes as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit the exact spot inside her designed to drive her out of her mind with need.
“Need something, babygirl?”
The question held that same pseudo-laziness from before. And again she was left with the impression it was deliberate on his part, a trap designed to lure her in, to give her a false sense of control.
How far would he take the charade? How far could she push a man like Tiernan O’Rourke before he snapped?
Only one way to find out.
Letting her lips spread to a wide, sassy grin, she gave his hair another sharp tug. “Yes. I need you to eat my pussy like you fucking mean it.”
Again those fingers inside her curled, stroking that spot in her pussy that turned her vision gray at the edges as pleasure arced along her veins. “Is that an order, babygirl?”
Danger lurked beneath the breezy words, but it only tightened that coil of need inside her. “Yes. Yes, it’s an order.”
“As you wish.”
Three words. Three words was all the warning she got before he was on her, tasting her, devouring her. His fingers inside her turned rough, demanding as he sucked hard on her clit.
Bucking beneath him, she shattered with a scream, pleasure turning her blood to molten gold in her veins as her fingers tightened in his hair. Pure euphoria swept over her, making her head spin a bit as she grinned up at the ceiling.
