Tiernan (Dangerous Doms 6)

“And what happens when you disobey me?”

I’m panting, so ready for him I can smell my own fucking arousal, my legs trembling. “I get punished.”

Another crack of his palm, then another.

“You bloody well do. Ought to fuck you senseless and leave you waiting for yours for your disobedience.”

Oh, God, not that. But he likes this game, and I follow his lead.

“Whatever you say, sir.”

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back so hard I scream. “Good answer,” he says in my ear before he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. Both pain and arousal war within me as I scream and writhe, but it’s no use. He’s got me pinned against this wall, and I’m not leaving until I’ve been soundly punished and soundly fucked.

I feel his hot, thick cock at my entrance. He swipes through the damp folds, groaning, licking the space on my shoulder he’s just bitten, as he grates out curses and oaths in Gaelic. Without preamble, he thrusts his cock in me, and I nearly sob from relief. My pussy clenches around him, my core already contracting with pleasure.

We don’t speak anymore, as I’m focused on holding my own while he ravages me. Stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust, every savage move makes my heart beat even faster, my pulse quickening. I try to grab onto the wall, but find it’s no use. I’m drowning in this moment with nothing to grab hold of. But it doesn’t matter, because this is Tiernan, and Tiernan fucking loves me.

“Jesus, woman,” he groans, holding my hips so hard he’ll leave marks. “The harder I give it to you, the harder you come. Do you want to come hard, Faidha?”

I moan out loud, I don’t care what anyone thinks.

“Yesssss.”

The noise of the people outside seems to amplify with my screams as he pounds me, the slap of flesh on flesh beating in time to his palm crashing on my ass. My need to come escalates, and I’m moaning under the onslaught of the vicious strokes of his cock and palm.

“Not yet,” he growls in my ear, and I whimper with need and want.

“Please,” I beg, my voice affected and hoarse. To my own ears it sounds like it belongs to someone else. “Please.”

He yanks my hair and pain radiates along my scalp.

“Tiernan!”

He moans, the sound so sexy I almost lose my mind right there, right then, since I know he’s on the cusp of coming.

“Come,” he grates in my ear, and on his command, I shatter. The world goes bright then dark as my pulse goes crazy and my body erupts into ecstasy. I scream his name as I’m gripped in the throes of bliss, his hot seed lashes into me, his head on my shoulder. He grips me so tightly it’s painful, but I love it. He’s a man drowning and I am his anchor.

He fucks me until we’re spent and panting, still riding the aftershocks of climax. He brushes my hair to the side, his movements slowing by a fraction.

“I love you,” he says in a hoarse whisper. “And I love that you’re mine.”

I smile, utterly content and at peace. All is right in my world. I have a new identity, a new chance, a second family, a new home… and a future ahead of me with the man that I love.

“I love you, Tiernan,” I say with a content sigh. “And I love that you’re mine.”

He holds me to him, skin to skin. Soon, we’ll get dressed again. I’ve a change of clothes in his dressing room, and the women of the Clan know better than to ask questions. We’ll go back to our home and get ready for bed. A light will be on, waiting for us. We’ll get some sleep and prepare to go to work in the morning, choosing to commute to work so we can have our home here still.

A home where the two of us are loved and welcomed. Where the two of us belong. Together.