Tiernan (Dangerous Doms 6)

“Shut it, Aisling, and get out on the dance floor. One dance won’t kill us.”

“Oh, aren’t you the romantic,” I mutter, while the next moment he’s sweeping me onto the floor.AislingThe way he touches me, the way he holds me, the sharp pain he delivers from his palm, somehow keeps me in the present, keeps me centered right here, right in this moment. Keeps the demons that have plagued me… quiet.

Silently, he pushes me onto the bed and reaches for the bedside table. He draws out the cuffs, and I freeze, but he only bends and kisses my forehead.

“Trust me.”

I nod. He positions me on the bed on my back, takes my wrists above my head, and fastens the metal cuffs. They clink into place, and his eyes darken. Once my wrists are secured, he bends and kisses me again, a gentle brush of his lips to mine. My body still trembles, my breathing’s hitched, as he lowers my joggers and kisses the uppermost part of my thigh.

His eyes darken as he pushes himself up, lifts my legs, and smacks my bare arse with his palm.

I gasp, but before I’ve recovered from the hard spank, his mouth is at my pussy, his tongue at my folds. I move my hands to push him away, forgetting for a moment that they’re in cuffs.

“Tiernan, no,” I say. It’s too intimate, too private, and I’ve never felt anything quite like that before. That earns me another hard slap to the arse and a raised brow.

“No? Are you allowed to say that to me?”

I’m bloody well not. My mouth goes dry, and I close my eyes as his mouth goes back there, between my legs, where it seems all the heat of my entire body is focused. He drags the tip of his tongue through my sensitive, throbbing parts, and my hips rise of their own accord. He suckles and laves, laps and sucks until I can’t take it anymore. My climax overtakes me, and I scream his name as I come. My body gives way to ecstatic spasms of pleasure.

The pain and torture that wracks my body’s momentarily forgotten in the aftermath of climaxing. I let my sex-sated eyes wander over his body uninhibited.

“You’re the sexiest fucking man I’ve ever seen,” I say in a throaty whisper. A corner of his lips tips up. I reach for the bulge in his trousers, eager to pay him back, and he groans.

I swallow hard. “Let me… suck you off? Please, Tiernan.” God, it’s the least I can do after all he’s done, and I’m literally dying to get a taste of him. “Please.”

He unfastens the cuffs, eying me.

“Are you going to behave yourself?”

“Mmm,” I say, pushing off the bed and falling to my knees in front of him. “I’ll be… I’ll do whatever it is you want me to.”

‘Good girl’ is hard for me. No one’s ever called me that before, and I don’t know how to handle it. It makes me feel dirty and wicked when he calls me that, because it’s a name that doesn’t belong to me.

He swallows hard. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I bloody well have to,” I say, frowning at him. My voice cracks. “Please. I need to. I need to thank you somehow.”

In my mind, I whisper the words I can’t say out loud.

Let me do this before the demons come back.

My heart thunders when he fists my hair, my long blonde curls wrapped around his large, strong fingers.

“Christ,” he grates, all semblance of gentleness gone. “Wanted to do that for fucking ever.”

He… did?

My heart thunders, and this time it isn’t a fight or flight symptom. It isn’t my body begging for another hit, or my blood pumping through my veins in protest. This time, my response is instinctive and eager, and my mouth waters at the prospect of what I’m about to do.

“You… wanted to pull my hair?” I ask. My eyes meet his, and his grip tenses, sending pain prickling along my scalp.

He jerks my head toward his cock, his eyes focused on me.

“Fucking yes. Now take me out.”

I’m trembling with anticipation as he guides my head toward his thighs. My fingers fumble at his waist until his trousers spring open. I swallow hard as I reach for his cock.

I’ve wanted this. Oh, God, I’ve wanted this, to please him, to taste him, for this intimate connection that went beyond what we’ve had here in this room, our time together little more than patient and ward.

His cock is stiff and thick, a dot of precum on the very tip making my mouth water. He yanks my hair and drags my mouth toward him.

“Suck it,” he orders. He’s held himself back now for days, but it seems he’s ready for more. Now that he’s unleashed himself on me, there’s no holding him back.