I can’t help but move my gaze toward his hands on mine, watching him as he leans over, placing a soft kiss on them. When his soft lips hit my skin, the only sound you can hear is the rattle of the cuffs when I try to pull away.
“I’m sorry about this, Mia. But I need you to understand something…” He trails off as his lips glide down my arm.
The feel of his lips make my nipples pebble as my panties dampen. Feeling unsettled that I’m reacting this way, I adjust my legs so my thighs are rubbing against each other, needing to relieve the ache that is building.
When his lips touch the crease of my neck, I can’t help but let a moan slip as I arch my back.I’m so fucked.I shouldn’t be worried about how to ease the painbetween my legs. No, I should be more worried about how the hell I’m going to get out of this.
"You might say you hate me, but your body says differently. Even in your anger, you have goosebumps everywhere I've touched you. Your eyes are dilated and your nipples are pebbled underneath your thin shirt. Tell me… if I check between your legs, will you be wet for me?" His deep timbered voice washes over me as he makes his way down to my chest, his other hand creeping toward my pussy.
"No," I say, trying to adjust my body.
There is no way I can let him feel the evidence of what he’s doing to me. I adjust my legs, hoping to deter him. But it doesn’t. Actually, he doubles down. He grips my inner thigh, swiping his fingers down my slit. Kieran lets out a groan when he feels how wet I am.
"You're such a liar,mo bhanphrionsa," he says, pushing down my sweats, exposing myself to him.
Heintertwines his fingers into the waistband of my panties before he pulls them. I hear a rip, my jaw drops when I watch Kieran stuff them into his pocket.Why is that so hot?
Before I even realize what’s going on, Kieran has gently moved me to the side, exposing my ass to him, when there is a sharp crack in the quiet room. Suddenly, I feel a bloom of pain on my backside that also sends a tingle to my clit.
"Did you spank me?" I ask, astonished at what is going on, and that I like it so much.
"Yes. It's time for your punishment."
Before I can process his words, his hand grazes up and down my thighs, all while keeping his eyes on me. I know exactly what’s about to come next—more spankings.
My heart flutters in my chest at the thought of more spankings, along with a throb in my clit, but I need to keep my wits about me. I can’t let him spankme again.
"No. I don’t want it," I sneer, but he doesn’t seem to care, nor does my body. I can feel my pussy dripping, while the whole time my mind is screaming hell no.
He doesn’t respond, just continues to manhandle me and I keep pushing my back against the bed trying to stop him from having access to my ass. But I’m not successful when I feel his hands rub against my bare bottom. Then suddenly, he strikes me two more times in the same spot.
I scream into the comforter with every strike, tears running down my face.
Kieran rubs my bottom softly in that spot as if he's trying to ease the pain he just gave me.
"Please. Please, let me go," I plead.
There is no way I can let him in, no matter how turned on he makes me, because deep down I know that if I let him in, even just a small amount, he will takeover.
Placing both hands on either side of my head, he mutters, "Never. You belong by my side… wife."
Shaking my head back and forth, I scream, "I'll never be your wife."
Suddenly the heat of his body is gone, but I don’t look around for him, instead, I keep my gaze focused on the ceiling. I just assume he's sitting back at the bottom of the bed. My assumptions are correct when he spanks me two more times on the other cheek, forcing me to scream again.
“Stop spanking me,” I demand.
“Never,” he whispers as I feel the bed shift. He grips my face and forces me to look at him. Kieran has a grin that feels more unhinged than happy. My feelings are confirmed when he says his next words.
"You're already my wife,mo bhanphrionsa," he sneers. Releasing my chin, he stands to his full height, looking down at me.
Steeling my spine, I yell at him, "What do you mean?"
Kieran turns his back on me and starts to walk to the door as I scream again, "What do you mean?"
He doesn’t respond. Instead, all I hear is the door latch, and the lock turn, my screams turning into sobs. "What do you mean?"
Hopelessness takes over.
