Page 43 of Mob Saint

“Clubs?”

“I belong to two BDSM clubs, Tiera.”

That interests me, and he can tell. He places his thigh between my legs and presses it against my cunt. I flex my hips, rubbing against him.

“Does that intrigue you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to take you?”

“Yes. Very much.”

If I were his sub, I’d answer with Sir, or I guess in our case, Daddy. But I’m not. Daddy is a term of endearment, not a sign of submission.

He rests on both forearms, and his right hand strokes hair back from my forehead. He cups my jaw and turns my head even more toward him. He presses the softest kiss to my lips. It’s quick, so I have no chance to open to him.

“I don’t think you can guess all the fantasies I have about you and with you, cailín. All the ways I wish to pleasure you.”

“You’ve really given it that much thought?”

“Practically every moment I’m not focused on work. I want to take you to a World Cup game and watch you watch the match.”

I stare at him for a moment before I laugh so hard I snort. I cover my mouth with both hands. Then it’s my turn to cup his cheeks when they flush. I lift my head and give him a smacking kiss on his lips.

“You sweet, sweet man.”

My next kiss isn’t quick. My tongue flicks against his lips before I press it into his mouth as he opens to me. He lets me initiate the kiss, but he soon takes control. He rolls onto his left hip, moving his leg from between mine as his body hovers over mine. He squeezes my tits before his hand rubs circles over my belly three times. Then his hand is where I’ve wanted it since the first moment I saw him. His fingers run between my pussy lips before three dip into me.

“You’re so wet for me, little one.”

“I’m always like this when you’re nearby. Or I think about you.”

He strokes the inside of my cunt, pressing against my g spot. He soon has me writhing beneath him. I tilt my hips, wanting to take more of him, telling him I need more. I open my legs wider for him. As he rubs my clit, I can’t keep my eyes open despite how I try. I can feel myself getting closer.

“Daddy.”

“Yes, cailín.”

“Can I touch you too?”

“This is for you, Tiera. I’m not pleasuring you to get something in return.”

“I know that. I want to touch you while you touch me. Together. Seamus, this is important to me.”

And it is. I don’t know why I need to watch him come as badly as I want him to make me come. It’s not just that I want the satisfaction of knowing I’m the one to pleasure him. I know there’s a bit of that, but there’s also more. It’s not just to see him pleasured.

I want it to be equal between us. I don’t want him to only give. He’s already doing that in so many other ways. For me, for his family, for everyone in his life. I don’t want to just take. I want him to know he means as much to me as I seem to mean to him.

“Take me out. But I’m warning you, if my cock gets anywhere near your cunt, I will fuck you. I will come in you. And you will keep that cum in you until it drips down your thighs while we deal with Gareth.”

“Don’t say his name when we’re together like this. That asshole doesn’t get to be a part of our relationship. Not any of it, not even in passing.”

“Once I come in you, there’s no going back, Tiera. I won’t end this. If it’s over, it’s because you don’t want it anymore. Once I come in you, nothing will keep me from you. This isn’t something I take lightly. I told you I’ve always worn a condom. There is no woman who’ll be able to claim what you have. You will have all of me.”

There’s significance in that, and I don’t miss it. He wants me to know he’s not holding back. But how much of his heart could I have at this point? He’s inching into every crevice of mine. I don’t know if it’s possible for him to reciprocate. I don’t know if he can give that much. Not just because of his family and how important they obviously are to him. I don’t know if he will open his heart that much to me.

He’s told me more than once that he didn’t have a romantic relationship with that woman—bitch. How could anyone cheat on Seamus? — and he told her he couldn’t with anyone. What makes me different? What makes this anything more or other than infatuation? I don’t want to give my love to a man who can’t return it.

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