Page 41 of Mob Saint

“All right. Yours, mine, and my family’s. If you break the rules I put in place to protect you, I will punish you. I will spank you. I will edge you.”

“I can live with that. There’s a lot of shit in my life that makes me question my decisions, makes me think I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel like I’m in over my head all the time. I usually am thanks to my family ties. I got into BDSM because of that. I enjoyed handing over control for a while and not having to think about what’s coming next. It was an escape from real life. I like the idea of continuing that with you. But I—I—need—I?—”

She stumbles over her words, and her cheeks flush. She looks monumentally uncomfortable telling me whatever is on her mind.

“Are you embarrassed to admit what you need? Or are you that unused to asking? Or do you expect me to reject you?”

“Yes.” She offers me a timid smile.

I know we should have already left for Trenton, but I don’t care. Whatever she wants to talk about is important to her—to us. There are few times when I’ve put anyone ahead of work and duty. I will put Tiera ahead of everything whenever I can. I help her off my lap, and she looks like I kicked her puppy.

“Strip.”

“What?”

“Strip, Tiera. All of it. I want you naked. Now.”

I’m not commanding her like I could, like I did when I was on the phone with Makayla. She can tell we’re equals, that she can say no.

“Seamus, I’m not sure I can do that. I don’t feel confident about you seeing me like that.”

“Which is exactly why I want you naked. I want you to see how much I appreciate you just as you are.”

I reach behind her and unzip the loose flowing skirt she put on after I already told her to change. I’ve never been so demanding about any woman’s clothes. She pushes it down over her hips. I push up the top she’s wearing, and she pulls it over her head. I unfasten her bra and ease the straps down her arms.

“I never want to see panties on you again. When I undress you, I expect to see your pussy immediately. When I slide my hands down your pants or up your skirt, I expect to find your pussy with nothing in the way.”

I slip my hand down the waistband of her thong and cup her cunt.

“Take them off before I shred them.”

She hurries to obey.

I can feel the heat coming from her. I can feel how wet she is without sticking a finger inside her. I rub the heel of my hand over her clit.

“Get on the bed, cailín.”

She does as I say, and I kick off my shoes before climbing on beside her. Never have I appreciated having long arms like I do now. My hand trails from her mid-thigh up and over her arse. I squeeze, then bring my hand down in a ringing slap. I do it four more times. I dip my fingers into her pussy before my thumb presses against her arsehole.

“When I want to touch you, I will. If you don’t want me to, you tell me no. I’ll always respect that.”

I massage up her back until I get to her shoulders. I rub the knots I feel, and she relaxes. I sweep my hand over her tits, settling on the one she isn’t lying against. I knead it as I lean to whisper to her.

“I can’t wait to taste your nipples and make them hard.”

Then I ease my hand to her belly. She sucks in. I pull my hand away, and she shuts her eyes. I land a spank far harder than the ones I did before. I put my hand back on her belly. She sucks in again. I spank her even harder. When I put my hand on her belly a third time, she does nothing. She has the softest skin I’ve ever felt. I trail my hand over her before running my fingertips from just below her breast to her clit. I grasp her thigh and draw it over mine. I love that there’s plenty to touch and hold.

“Tell me what you need, little one.” I soften my voice as I continue to run my hand over every inch of her I can touch.

She hesitates, and I wonder if I’ve pushed way too hard.

“I need you to—to help me when—” She licks her lips and looks completely lost.

“You need me to help you when real life feels out of control, and we’re not roleplaying. You need me to take control when things with Gareth and his men are too much.”

“Yes.” She speaks so softly I have to read her lips.

“Thank you for telling me that, but it was already a given. I will always take care of you, Tiera. I will try to anticipate what those needs are and to protect you. But you may need to tell me if I’m not there the way you need me.”

---