I roll on a condom and without preamble, plunge my stiff cock between her legs and impale her in one vicious, savage thrust. She screams, then moans, as I thrust in and out. Her slick pussy hugs my cock as fuck her.
I don’t even remember what the fuck we argued about last time, but I’m sure it was something stupid. What I wouldn’t give to stop this endless on and off again cycle. This time, we’ll make it work, I think, as I slam my cock into her, relishing the sound of flesh on flesh and her pretty, helpless moans.
I thrust in and out, chasing my release, until I come so hard I throw my head back and roar through my release. She pushes against me as if she’s fueled herself by my pleasure. She grinds against me, on the edge of climaxing herself as I milk every spasm of ecstasy.
But her punishment isn’t over yet.
I pull out.
“Tully,” she whimpers, her eyes meeting mine a little surprised. She’s not yet sated, sagging in the bonds, waiting for relief. “Please—”
“I told you I’d finish your punishment.” I zip my trousers back up, and reach for my leather jacket on the chair. “And I will. You’ll wait for yours.”
“Tully!”
I slam the door behind me on my way out.
It’d be a dick move, if I didn’t know she loved exactly this, being used, dominated, hanging on a string, waiting for me. She’ll come harder when I end her punishment. She always does.
I go to the bar and order two shots. Lachlan and Tiernan are gone, but Boner and Cormac are at the bar in here. Boner’s tall and thin, covered in so much ink it’s hard to remember the true color of his skin. With a shaved head and eyes that dance, he never sits still. Cormac’s large and muscled, the biggest member of our Clan. He’s got a heavy beard reminiscent of our Viking ancestors, and a heavy brow that’s frequently furrowed in concern. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, and it sometimes shows.
Cormac’s Aileen’s beside him, her hand on his thigh and his arm around her neck.
“Y’alright, Tully?” Cormac asks.
I nod. “Excellent.”
“Thought you were meeting McKenna tonight?”
I nod. “I am.”
He gives me a knowing look and doesn’t ask any more questions.
“Need you back at the compound when you’re done here,” he says in a low voice. “Looks like maybe goddamn Scots causing issues at the border.”
Fuck. We haven’t had trouble with the Scots in ages.
“When?”
“Keenan says an hour.” Keenan’s Clan Chief, the eldest McCarthy brother. I look at my phone. I’ve missed two calls and three texts from him. Jesus. I hate carrying this stupid thing with me. He hates when I miss his call.
“Thanks for that,” I say, tipping one shot into my mouth. He nods.
“Any time, brother. You bringing her back with you tonight?”
His eyes twinkle, the wanker. He knows I don’t bring girls home, most especially this one.
“Fuck off, brother.”
His booming laugh makes his wife giggle as I turn my back to them and head back to the room, my mind preoccupied with all things McKenna.
Ever since I met her at St. Albert’s, the Clan finishing school, I’ve been taken with her. She’s smart as a fucking whip, witty and brilliant. Far as I can gather she’s lived a sheltered life, until her mother married one of the clan’s strike force years ago. She’s a bit tight-lipped when it comes to her past, but loves her job at St. Albert’s. McKenna’s one of the few teachers at our finishing school who’s not related by blood.
Keenan’s text catches my attention.
Tully, I need you here for a meeting and I want to talk with you when we’re done. Tonight.
I shoot him a quick text back.
Yes, sir. I’m sorry I missed your earlier texts.
Keenan: See you then.
I open the door to the room and stare for a minute before I fully realize what I’m seeing.
No McKenna. The silk ties dangle. The bed is empty. I look to where I left her clothes in a pile, only to find they’ve disappeared as well.
She’s gone.
* * *
Chapter 2
McKenna
I hope at least for a minute or two he thinks I’m kidnapped or something. Maybe that makes me bad, and I suppose I should be ashamed of myself.
I’m not.
I grin to myself. The plan was excellently executed, though he’ll be mad as hell when he’s realized what I’ve done.
A part of me considered waiting. My body thrummed with excitement, and I was dying for release. But when he left and I saw my chance, I couldn’t help myself.
The ties on my left hand dangled just so. He’s not the type to restrain cruelly, and it only took a matter of seconds for me to grab the very end of the silken tie with my teeth. As soon as one hand was free, I moved quickly. I grabbed my things, dressed, and escaped through the back door.