Page 68 of Bargain with the Irish Devil

By the time I get to five, her inner thighs glisten from the juice running out of her pussy. Brat. This time when I bring my hand down, I do it to the lips of her swollen pussy.

I’m a bastard for loving the little shriek that escapes her. Her arms give out, sending her head down to the mattress and her ass further out to me. Fuck, her ass is so damn sexy. I love fucking her in this position, she loves it too.

“What number was that, Miranda?”

“Six.” She gasps and buries her face into the comforter.

Back to one of her trembling ass cheeks. “Seven.”

“Eight.” Is that longing? Another smack to her lower lips.

She hisses out. “Nine.”

So. Damn. Wet. I send my hand between her thighs, and my fingers are coated in her juice.

“Dirty, dirty girl.” I chuckle. Running my fingers over her ass, I paint a heart in the center of each cheek.

Bending down, I taste her, sucking hard on the quivering flesh. Delicious. I bite down hard enough for a moment I worry it will leave a bruise. Her hiss of pain comes out of her at the same time she works to relieve the ache in her pussy greedy for my cock. I give the other cheek the same treatment, sucking hard before giving her a bite.

This time, when I send my hand down on top of the bite, she sobs out her count.

By the time she gets to eighteen, she’s moaning out the count. Naughty girl. Giving into need, I send my tongue over her swollen pussy lips. I will never get enough of the sweet juice she makes for me. I suck deep on her lips until she’s begging me to fuck her.

When I send my hand down on her pussy lips, she howls from the pain.

“Nineteen.” Is nothing more than a whisper.

Another smack to her pussy lips has her collapsing onto the bed, attempting to extinguish the burning pain with the cool sheets. While she’s writhing on the bed, I’m at my bedside table pulling out the cuffs.

She replaced the bed I had with a large four-poster bed. The headboard is solid wood with tufted silk in maroon in the center. I toss them at the foot of the bed. Grasping her wrists, I yank her up on her knees then onto her back.

It takes her a moment to figure out what’s going on. By that time, I have her hands up over her head. The restraints are soft silicone wrapped in fur to prevent digging into her flesh and leaving a mark. The closure is like that of a belt, allowing a firm hold. Wrapping the two feet of play between each cuff around one of the posters, I secure one wrist in the cuffs.

“Declan?” She’s gasping for air as she tries to pull her free wrist from my hand.

Sending an eyebrow up at her, I don’t say a word until she gives me back her wrist.

I send the other cuff around her wrist. Tracing my finger along her cheek, over her lips I tap them closed. “You are such a naughty girl. I need to ensure you learned your lesson.”

“I did. Please, Declan. I’ll never say anything like it again. I promise.”

Shaking my head, I sigh. “Wrong promise.”

I’m back in the bedside table. The stainless-steel length begins at twelve inches. When I extend it to its full length, her eyes go big.

“What’s that?” Despite the apprehension in her eyes, her tongue is as wet as her pussy as it slides over her bottom lip before scraping her teeth over the flesh. There’s my naughty girl.

“It’s going to keep your legs open for me to eat you to my heart’s content.” The bar has cuffs attached at each end. These are made of leather and are stiffer than I would like. But as long as she doesn’t fight them, it shouldn’t leave marks.

When she replaced the bed, including the mattress she went from a regular king to a California king. Her admission of doing it because she didn’t want to sleep in a bed where other women had, left my cock hard at her jealousy and led to a long night of breaking the bed in.

Crawling across the bed to her, she opens her legs wide for me. I press a kiss to the heated flesh of her mons.

I marvel at how small and delicate her ankle is in my hand. Her toes curl as I fasten one cuff. How are even her feet cute? I run a hand under the sole of her foot and press a kiss into the arch.

“This leather is stiff since it’s brand new. Try not to struggle in it.” I warn her.

“New? Are these not what you used before with the other women?”

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