The next stroke is harder. She jumps, and her eyes widen. She freezes, her mouth still on my cock.
“Too hard?” I don’t fucking care if it’s too hard. I’ve only just begun. Still, I don’t want her to know that.
She pauses, then shakes her head.
She sucks me harder.
I hold her gaze, lift my belt, and slap the leather again. Harder. This is a vicious cut, one that will leave a lasting burn. She winces and her eyes water a little.
“Thought you liked a little pain?”
She release my cock. “I do. I do, sir.”
But I’ve had enough.
Holding her gaze, I slide my cock back in my trousers and pull the zipper, even though it fucking kills me. I could take advantage of her right now, but I won’t. Violating her is tempting as fuck, but I’ll maintain my control. If there’s anything I’ve learned in the brotherhood of The Clan, it’s control.
Her brows furrow in confusion.
“Sir?”
“Thought you had me, didn’t you?”
Her eyes widen with panic and she looks quickly to the door, when my phone rings. She takes it as an opportunity to try to escape. She pushes to her feet but I grab her arm and yank her back to me.
My phone rings again, and this time I realize it’s in her fucking pocket.
She’s over my lap in two seconds flat.
“Leave me alone!” she screams, all pretense of a French accent gone. “I’ll call the cops.”
“Ah, just like you did last time, mm? How did that work out for you?” I lift my belt and whip it hard on her upturned arse. She called our friend, Walsh at the station, who rang us directly. We’ve got plenty of local law enforcement on our side.
“Let me go!”
“Let you go?” I ask. She squirms, but I pin her in place. “You tried to con me, didn’t you? Stole my phone? What else were you planning on stealing, hmm?”
“Fuck you!”
I lash her again, and again, deliberately laying the leather in hard, vicious strokes that make her scream and writhe. “You ought to know better by now, Sheena.”
She howls and tries to get away, but she can’t. I hold her down and whip her backside until I know she’s good and sore. I don’t overdo it. With folded leather I could welt and harm her, but I’ve left her fully clothed. Still, it’ll hurt to sit for a fucking week. She’ll remember this.
She’s a sobbing mess over my lap when I’m done. I drop the belt and stand her up in front of me.
“Now that’s for trying to con me,” I tell her, panting from the exertion. I want to shake her, but again, I hold myself back. Still, she’s due for a warning. “You ever fucking do something like that again, the next spanking you get over my knee, I’ll bare you first.”
“How dare you!”
I shake my head with mock regret. “You have no idea, doll.”
“Don’t call me that. Don’t!”
As if she tells me what to do? Telling me she doesn’t like it means she just guaranteed that’s exactly what I’ll call her.
She’s glaring at me and swiping at her tears. I reach for her and yank the wig right off. Vibrant red hair cascades down her shoulder. She growls at me.
“How’d you change the color of your eyes?” I ask her. “Your eyes were gray.”
“Are you that dense?” she asks.
“No, but maybe you are, talking to the man who just whipped your little arse like that.”
“You can’t do this,” she says. She wriggles and squirms in my arms.
I tuck her easily against one arm, take my phone from her pocket, and dial Boner. “Situation in a private room.”
I tell him where I am, and half a minute later, Lachlan, Tully, and Boner stand in the room, staring at Sheena’s disheveled appearance, the black wig on the floor, tracks of black mascara streaming down her cheeks.
“Guess you found the reporter,” Lachlan mutters. “Bloody hell.”
“Clearly.”
“Need help, boss?”
“Aye. She isn’t going home tonight.”
She screams so loudly, Lachlan jumps, but Boner’s prepared. With a grin, he steps over to her and shoves a ball gag in her mouth and fastens it behind her head.
“Anything else, boss?”
“Call Keenan,” I tell him. “Tell him I’m bringing home a visitor.”
She mumbles and squirms against the gag but can’t speak.
Lachlan grins. “On it.”Chapter 4SheenaI put up quite a fuss when they take me out, but it’s only so they think I don’t want them to take me. This didn’t go exactly as planned. I didn’t think he’d strap me, but if I’m honest, I’ve taken worse. Frequenting The Craic isn’t just for business, mind.
Still, Nolan McCarthy can deliver a thorough belting, and I’d be smart to remember that. He lashed me over my clothes this time and promised the next would be bare.
I’m experienced with deviant sex. I’ve been whipped and caned, paddled and belted before. But I know if he bared me to punish me, he wouldn’t take it easy on me.