Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

M iranda

Once Declan is gone, I lay in his bed, looking around the room. I can't believe he really wants me to redo his room. Just so I'm happier in it with him. I'm in so much trouble.

Rolling over, I bury my face in the thick black silk comforter. The bed is huge. It's one of those wrought iron and wooden monstrosities that reminds me of something from one of those men hunting lodges from a century or two ago. I don't like it. He said I could change the room to how I want. I wonder if that includes the bed.

The bed that he's tied other women down on and fucked them in. I'm definitely getting rid of this bed.

Sighing, I go downstairs.

Aoife has a huge smile on her face the moment she sees me. "I told you so."

I laugh. "Okay, I'm hoping you're right. But it's early still. "

Rolling her eyes, "It was that way for his da. He fell for her at first sight. But she thought he was an ass, and he had to work for her. It's better that way. If they feel they won, they treasure you a little more."

"I can hope."

"Hope nothing. I've been given an unlimited budget for his room and an order it be done as soon as possible. Now tell me. What would you like for breakfast?"

"I'm not picky and a creature of habit. Eggs, bacon, and toast are fine. Thank you."

"Have a seat, dear. I'll put on a fresh pot of coffee for you."

Once I'm done eating breakfast, she sits down with me and a pad of paper. "I can't wait to redo his room. It's such a dungeon. It always gives me a headache anytime I have to spend time in there."

"It is rather dark. When the blinds are closed, you don't know if it's night or day." I agree with her.

We spend over an hour going over plans for the room. The first is to empty it of everything. I don't want to keep anything, including the bed. I don't tell her why, but she seems to know without me saying it.

It's easy enough to get a few men to the house to clear it out, they'll be by later today. The paintersare saying they can't come for several days, promising next week. Annoyed, Aoife sends a text when the call ends. I want to ask what she's doing, but I keep my focus on whether I want it painted another solid color or to wallpaper it.

As I'm about to go work on the audit, Aoife's phone rings. It's the painter. The one who said he wouldn't be able to come until next week. He promises he'll be here tomorrow with two men to paint the walls. There are a lot of apologies before he hangs up. Aoife has a smile of satisfaction on her face.

Laughing, I go into Declan'soffice.

I work until my stomach grumbles for food. Stretching, I drop my pen and rub my eyes. Crap, it's late, almost two. I didn't get to work until almost ten, but still.

The sound of men moving in and out of the house gets me out of my chair. Aoife is in the hall directing men out the door.

"Hello, dear. I was wondering if you were ever coming out of there for lunch.Hungry?"

"Yes, please."

"What sounds good?" She asks as she guides me back to the kitchen. I shrug. "I'm starving. A sandwich sounds good."

"We have roast beef and turkey. Which would you prefer?"

"Roast beef, please. Tomato, lettuce, and mayo sound good."

"Coming up. Have a seat, dear. Declan won't be home for some time. He gave us leave to visit a furniture store nearby. Said he was good with the bed being tossed. All he cares about is the next one is as big. Beyond that, it's whatever you want."

I'm relieved.

She has her own snack of yogurt with granola. "Once you're done with lunch, we can go."

I shake my head. "I've got so much to do on the audit."

"Declan was adamant. He wanted it all picked out so it could be delivered the day after tomorrow. "

"God, that man. Was he born bossy?" I wonder aloud.

"Definitely born bossy. His father had it that he would take over for him and raised him that way. It's no small wonder Declan was the one to turn things around. Killian, his father, never went easy on him. He got the kindness from his mam. But even I was shocked when, after his mam died, Killian sent him to Ireland. If it weren't for his gran, he wouldn't have had another soul to love him."

"That's awful. It's like he lost not just his mother but his father at the same time." Those months after my mother died, the only good thing was growing closer to my father. I wouldn't have made it through it if he sent me away.

"Yes, the idiot never saw it that way. All he cared about was his pain, never mind his son's. I heard Declan cried himself to sleep at night for weeks after he got there. Until someone told him they heard him crying. He never cried after that. Or if he did, he did it, so no soul heard him." She shakes her head sadly.

My chest aches for Declan as a child. How he was the same age as Peter when our mother died. Peter had me and my dad. We might have made mistakes in giving him too much, but I think having nothing was worse.

The furniture store is huge. It's as big as a football field with five floors. There are different rooms in a house on each floor. We spend hours shopping. I try to go with things that aren't too expensive because the prices are insane. Colm, who drove us and is stalking my every move, laughs when I say things are too much .

Somehow, I lose Aoife. Only for her to appear with her phone at her ear. I'm surprised when she hands it to me.

"Miranda, love, Aoife tells me you're having a hard time spending my money. Why is that?" Declan's smoky voice slides down my neck.

"It's just so much." I cringe as I turn my back on the tattle tale Aoife.

He chuckles. "Miranda, you know that investment account you're so proud of?"

I'm frowning because who wouldn't be proud of an investment account with a balance of almost a million dollars?

"My smallest account is three times what your largest is. I have more than five. Spend my money, or I'll be forced to go down there myself. You won't like the spanking I give you if I have to go down there." It's a warning.

Holy shit. I give up. "Fine. You bossy dick."

"That dick is going to be in your mouth tonight." Is a silken promise that makes me wet.

Jerk. I hang up on him and hand the phone back to Aoife.

"Snitch," I grumble.

"If I didn't, he would have been mad at the both of us." She shrugs.

Without the thought of money hanging over my head, things went much faster after that. The bed I picked out is a gorgeous reproduction of a Tudor-style four-poster bed with a carved wooden headboard and a covered canopy in a deep, rich oak. I figure it will ground the room since I'm definitely going with wallpaper that's close to what's in my current room .

The rest of the furniture is easier, and I give in to the gorgeous velvet chaise lounge in a light pink for in front of the window. Two hours later, I've spent so much I fight down panic that comes when everything is totaled up. We're promised delivery two days from now.

I'm sad when we get home, and Declan is nowhere to be found. I tell Aoife I'm going to work on the audit.

"Oh no, Declan said you were done for the day. He doesn't want you working so hard. You're to have a nice long soak or something."

"That's silly. It's hardly manual labor."

"On your own head be it." She sighs and shakes her head as I go into the office. "What will you have for dinner?"

I shrug. "Something Declan loves is fine with me. I don't have any preference."

I'm still working more than an hour later when the door to the office is opened suddenly.

I whirl around to find Declan looking mad. "I made it clear you were to relax. No more working. Aoife said she told you, and you ignored it."

Something is very wrong with me to be so wet at the dark look in his eyes as he stalks me across the room. "I'm?—"

"A very bad girl." My core floods with wet heat at the silky, dark words. "I think it's time for a spanking."

I'm shaking my head even as my body craves it. I have no doubt this won't be like the spanking he gave me while we were making love. It's going to hurt. I don't understand why I'm so freaking wet .

"I'm sorry, Declan. I'll be good. I promise."

"I wish I could believe you. But I don't." His hand is in his pocket. He pulls out something and presses the button. Seeing my confusion, he nods to a corner of the room. "To turn off the cameras. I don't want anyone seeing your sexy ass being turned red by my hand."

"What?" I can't believe him. "You've been watching me on cameras?"

He nods and smiles. Asshole. "It started as a way to make sure you didn't do anything with the ledgers you weren't supposed to. But it quickly became an addiction to be able to see you anytime I wanted to. The way you tilt your head and bite the end of the pen shouldn't be as sexy as it is. I've jacked off to video of you."

I blush, "You used video of me working to..."

"To make myself come. Yes, I did. I didn't want to think of anyone but you. Now, be a good girl and bend over the desk with your ass out."

Declan

She's wearing a shirt dress in sky blue. It's almost like she's wearing one of my shirts. I like it. I'm going to call Lydia tomorrow for more of these. Ah, my sweet girl's eyes are wide with trepidation and lust. Her nipples press against the dress hard for my mouth. Taking a deep breath, she turns her back on me, bends over the desk, and raises the dress to present me with her delicious ass.

"There's my good girl."I praise her the way she deserves .

The flush that sweeps across her face has my cock aching as I study her ass. She's wearing silk French knickers. I like the way they give a peek of the curve of her ass. Hooking my fingers around the waistband, I draw them slowly down and allow them to fall around her ankles.

I run a hand over the soft globe of her ass.She's tensing, preparing for the smack."Relax, baby, if you tense up, it will hurt worse. Just like the first time I fucked you."

A trembling sigh comes from her as she exhales all her tension. "There you go. You'll take the spanking, and it will hurt. If you want one in the future, have no doubt I'll be happy to do it again. But this time, it is a punishment. Why am I punishing you, Miranda?"

"Because I didn't follow your instructions." She whispers.

"Why did I give you those instructions?" My hand sweeps from one cheek to the other, squeezing each one as I do.

She's quiet for so long I wonder if she finally understands."Because you don't want me to work too hard."

"Why?"

"Because you take care of me."

"Right. Will you disobey me again?"

"No, Declan. I promise. I'll be a good girl."

"Be my good girl, and you'll get everything you ask for, my love. Everything you want or need is yours—all you have to do is ask for it." I promise her. And I mean every word. Anything in this world is hers. I'll give her anything she asks for, except letting her go. I lean down to press a kiss to her ass."Ten, count them out. "

Bringing my hand down, I don't pull my strength. The crack is too fucking loud. Damn it. That wasn't my intention. I open my mouth to apologize but fucking hell, the flood of her juice fills the air around me at the same time she lets out a little moan.

I close my eyes, searching for control of the animal she lets loose with her hidden needs. This woman. There are so many things to discover about what makes her wet and gives her pleasure, and I can't wait to discover every one of them.

"One." She moans.

"Good girl," I murmur low.

She glows.

Another smack.

"Two." Is a gasp.

By the time I get to ten, her juice is running down her inner thighs down to her knees.

"If this weren't a punishment, I would be fucking you. But it is. Since you're the one being punished, not me—on your knees, bad girl. You're going to take my cock into that pretty little mouth of yours and swallow my come."

She's on her knees before I can blink, her hands on my belt to free my cock.

Fuck yes.

Her small hands grip me tight. I fight not to come from the way she licks her lips. Her tongue peeks out, a hesitant lick of where my cock is dripping pre-come. It hits me—she never did this for her ex .

She becomes hungry, going from gentle strokes of her soft velvet tongue over my cock to greedy lapping down to the base of my cock before going back to the head. Opening her mouth wide, she's only able to take the first three inches into her hot, wet mouth.

"That's it, baby. Don't try to take more. Those few inches are just fine. Now stroke me, there, just like that."

This woman is trying to kill me dead. She moans around my cock, and my whole body shakes at what it does to me. This might be her first time doing this, but it's the first time I couldn't last more than three minutes with a woman's mouth on me.

"Suck harder, baby. I'm coming. Breathe out through your nose." I warn her.

She can't take it all, but damn does she try. Watching some of my come slide down her mouth and the way she catches it with her tongue has my cock jumping when I should be as limp as a wet paper bag.

I should warn her—I'm never letting her go. She's so deep inside me that she's a part of my bones, and I'll never be free from her. Why should she be free when I won't?