Page 95 of Corrupted Pleasure
“Do not tempt me, Céile,” I warned in a low, dark voice. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes lowered to the floor. I grasped her chin between my fingers, forcing her to hold my stare. “You’re playing with fire.”
Something flashed in her eyes, but it was gone so fast, I couldn’t quite hone in on it.
“Then spank me,” she whispered huskily, a visible shudder traveling down her beautiful body. “I dare you.”
The challenge coloring her voice and shining in her eyes.
“I shouldn’t give it to you because you want it,” I drawled, though there was no chance in hell I wouldn’t give her pleasure. I wanted to see her body burn with anticipation, her cheeks flush crimson, as well as her ass.
“It makes no difference to me.”
I traced her soft skin with my fingers, the curve of her neck and collarbone. I laughed gruffly. “I bet it makes a difference, Céile. I’d bet all the money you stole you’re already soaking wet.”
She refused to look away, or comment. She was the perfect mixture of stubbornness and submission. At least in my eyes.
It was like this woman complemented all my darker desires with perfection. I thrived on control and my young wife found ways to shatter it with every look she gave me. Every word she uttered.
“We need a safe word,” I finally concluded.
Surprise flashed in her eyes and her mouth parted with shock. She must have not thought I’d follow through. My wife had yet to learn I thrived on challenges.
“Scared?” I teased her softly.
She shook her head, her silky black hair bouncing with her every movement.
“Give me a safe word, my céile,” I demanded.
Her delicate neck bobbed as she swallowed and images of her sucking me off mere minutes ago had me instantly hard. I watched her like a sinner waiting for his absolution, as she pondered through God knew what choices.
Her eyes met mine and her fingers tightened in her lap. Just as I thought she’d back out, her soft voice came through.
“Cognac.”
My mouth twisted with amusement. “Very appropriate.”
“I thought so too,” she agreed, smiling. I reached for my tie that lay discarded on the floor. She traced my every move with her hooded eyes.
“Stand up,” I ordered her. She scrambled to obey, her movements too eager. My lips curved into a sinful smile. Davina wasn’t a woman to follow orders. It spoke volumes about how much she wanted this. Probably as much as I did.
Excitement practically vibrated from every pore of her, her chest rising and falling with each breath in anticipation. My eyes roamed around and I found the belt. I grabbed it and smacked it against my palm, testing the strength and weight of the sting.
Her sharp inhale filled the room. “Want to stop, Wife?” I asked her in a soft tone.
Her dark stormy gaze met mine and she swallowed.
“Fat chance,” she muttered breathlessly. “You scared?” God, that mouth of hers would get her into trouble one day. Part of me was too eager to use the belt on her tender, untried ass, and then reward her. Her courage fucking pleased me immensely.
She was excited, maybe even more than I was. The scent of her arousal fragranced our bedroom. Her full breasts rose with each breath. Her hardened nipples tempted me.
“Bend over the bed,” I ordered in a growl.
She followed the demand, her ass on full display and tempting me. I had a feeling my young wife would obey me in the bedroom and only in the bedroom. It was fine though, because if I’d wanted a doormat, I would have married a long time ago.
“I’m about to ruin your pussy and your ass,” I growled, palming her ass with my free hand. I couldn’t resist tracing my fingers in between her thighs and gliding them over her slick folds.
She wiggled into my hand, a soft muffled moan traveling through the air. I brushed her hair to the side and my lips found her ear. Her scent was intoxicating. I’d never need alcohol or drugs, her scent would be enough to ease me down. I knew it deep down in my black Irish heart.
Maybe I had something in common with my father after all. Didn’t he say the moment he spotted Aisling’s mother, all his senses could only be eased by that woman? He couldn’t walk away. It physically pained him.
