Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

D eclan

Miranda is curled in a ball when I walk into our bedroom. The relief on her face gnaws at me. Leaning down as I begin unbuttoning my shirt, I catch her mouth in a too-brief kiss. "I'm fine, love."

A small hand is up to caress my cheek. "I can't help worrying about you."

"You were supposed to be worrying about your punishment." The immediate blush that flows from her face to her breasts has my cock jumping. Good, she did think about her punishment. And it made her wet with anticipation.

I go into the walk-in closet and undress to my boxers. I'm going to need as much help as possible tonight.

Out of the closet, I find her on her back with her bottom lip being chewed on with worry and anticipation. Tugging the sheet and comforter off her, I find her naked. Perfect. "On your hands and knees, bad girl."

I chuckle at how quickly she moves. "That's my dirty girl. I knew you were hiding this part of you. A sensual woman with needs and a willingness to explore them all. You might have been on your knees for me tonight, but have no doubt, you were the one with all the power."

Her pride shines from her as brightly as a searchlight. "Is that why you haven't let me suck your cock as often as I want to?"

The sight of her pussy wet with need sends my hand down on a sweet, round globe, squeezing trembling flesh. "Yes, I don't like how easily you push me to the edge, to losing control. Control over my mind and body is a necessary requirement in my every day. The sensation of losing it, even for the time I'm in your mouth or body leaves me resentful as fuck. I don't like the idea of losing control with you. You're so much smaller than me, I never want to hurt you."

A little sigh comes out of her. "Oh."

Laughing, "Yes, oh." I press a kiss to her other cheek. It's time. I'm at the bedside table, pulling out the pink plug and the lube.

Her eyes go wide, and she blushes as I ensure the plug is well-coated. "My fingers are almost this thick. You can take this easily. The better for you to take my cock here."

Eagerly, she pulls her cheeks apart for me. The tip is the smallest point before gradually thickening to an inch and a half. Very slowly, I ease it inside. It's four and a half inches long, and it isn't until it's halfway inside she tenses up.

"You can take it, love. Only a little more. I'm so proud of you for taking this." I croon into her as I run a finger over her weeping pussy lips.

"I can." She moans.

"There she is, my good girl." I press it deeper.

A hiss of pain escapes her. But she presses her ass out for more.

"It's in, love. Talk to me." I press another kiss to a trembling cheek.

"I feel so full. It doesn't hurt at all. I like it."

"That's my girl." I tug at the pink jewel winking up at me. "You're going to get twenty tonight."

She whimpers. "Declan."

Hardening my resolve is easy as I remember what she said. "Why are you getting the spanking, m'fhiorghra?"

Her head goes down. "Because you warned me not to talk like that about myself."

"Why did I do that?" I run a finger down her spine to the crack of her ass.

"Because you take care of me."

"I don't like spanking you. It doesn't make my cock hard to hurt you. That isn't what this is about. No one hurts you, not me or even you. The shitty way you think about your body hurts you. I won't have anyone insulting a body I find so fucking delicious I get hard simply thinking about it—not even you."

Sighing, "I know. I'm sorry, Declan."

"Twenty, count them off. "

I don't pull my strength after how wet she was from the last spanking. The sound of flesh meeting flesh is loud in the room. She hisses from the pain but counts it off the way I ordered her to.

By the time I get to five, her inner thighs glisten from the juice running out of her pussy. Brat. This time when I bring my hand down, I do it to the lips of her swollen pussy.

I'm a bastard for loving the little shriek that escapes her. Her arms give out, sending her head down to the mattress and her ass further out to me. Fuck, her ass is so damn sexy. I love fucking her in this position, she loves it too.

"What number was that, Miranda?"

"Six." She gasps and buries her face into the comforter.

Back to one of her trembling ass cheeks. "Seven."

"Eight." Is that longing? Another smack to her lower lips.

She hisses out. "Nine."

So. Damn. Wet. I send my hand between her thighs, and my fingers are coated in her juice.

"Dirty, dirty girl." I chuckle. Running my fingers over her ass, I paint a heart in the center of each cheek.

Bending down, I taste her, sucking hard on the quivering flesh. Delicious. I bite down hard enough for a moment I worry it will leave a bruise. Her hiss of pain comes out of her at the same time she works to relieve the ache in her pussy greedy for my cock. I give the other cheek the same treatment, sucking hard before giving her a bite.

This time, when I send my hand down on top of the bite, she sobs out her count .

By the time she gets to eighteen, she's moaning out the count. Naughty girl. Giving into need, I send my tongue over her swollen pussy lips. I will never get enough of the sweet juice she makes for me. I suck deep on her lips until she's begging me to fuck her.

When I send my hand down on her pussy lips, she howls from the pain.

"Nineteen." Is nothing more than a whisper.

Another smack to her pussy lips has her collapsing onto the bed, attempting to extinguish the burning pain with the cool sheets. While she's writhing on the bed, I'm at my bedside table pulling out the cuffs.

She replaced the bed I had with a large four-poster bed. The headboard is solid wood with tufted silk in maroon in the center. I toss them at the foot of the bed. Grasping her wrists, I yank her up on her knees then onto her back.

It takes her a moment to figure out what's going on. By that time, I have her hands up over her head. The restraints are soft silicone wrapped in fur to prevent digging into her flesh and leaving a mark. The closure is like that of a belt, allowing a firm hold. Wrapping the two feet of play between each cuff around one of the posters, I secure one wrist in the cuffs.

"Declan?" She's gasping for air as she tries to pull her free wrist from my hand.

Sending an eyebrow up at her, I don't say a word until she gives me back her wrist.

I send the other cuff around her wrist. Tracing my finger along her cheek, over her lips I tap them closed. "You are such a naughty girl. I need to ensure you learned your lesson. "

"I did. Please, Declan. I'll never say anything like it again. I promise."

Shaking my head, I sigh. "Wrong promise."

I'm back in the bedside table. The stainless-steel length begins at twelve inches. When I extend it to its full length, her eyes go big.

"What's that?" Despite the apprehension in her eyes, her tongue is as wet as her pussy as it slides over her bottom lip before scraping her teeth over the flesh. There's my naughty girl.

"It's going to keep your legs open for me to eat you to my heart's content." The bar has cuffs attached at each end. These are made of leather and are stiffer than I would like. But as long as she doesn't fight them, it shouldn't leave marks.

When she replaced the bed, including the mattress she went from a regular king to a California king. Her admission of doing it because she didn't want to sleep in a bed where other women had, left my cock hard at her jealousy and led to a long night of breaking the bed in.

Crawling across the bed to her, she opens her legs wide for me. I press a kiss to the heated flesh of her mons.

I marvel at how small and delicate her ankle is in my hand. Her toes curl as I fasten one cuff. How are even her feet cute? I run a hand under the sole of her foot and press a kiss into the arch.

"This leather is stiff since it's brand new. Try not to struggle in it." I warn her.

"New? Are these not what you used before with the other women?"

Shaking my head as I focus on getting her other ankle in the cuff. "No, I've never used a spreader bar before. Didn't care to. Since you were so jealous about the bed, I decided to buy new restraints for your wrists. The woman in the shop recommended the bar for more fun."

Green shimmers up at me with happiness. "I wasn't jealous."

I send my hand down in a hard smack to her mons. "Here you are promising you'll be good only for you to be very bad. Good girls don't lie. One more thing to add to your punishment."

Her bottom lip is out in the sexiest fucking pout I've ever seen. Eyes down, she shrugs. "It's stupid…"

"Hey," I wait until her eyes meet mine. "I like you jealous. It makes my cock hard that you don't want to think of me with another woman. The way you wanted the waitress to know you had my cock in your sweet mouth—to claim me so others know I belong to you."

Eyes big, the words are nothing more than a whisper. "You'll really kill someone for touching me."

"I will. I'm never letting you go." I don't give a fuck about the blowback I'll receive for doing it either. "What if they discover how soft your skin is? If they ever find out how sweet your cunny is, they'll want you too. No one gets to know how beautiful you are when you break apart, the sexy little moans that escape from you. I want to kill your ex every time you say his name. The idea of him touching you, of his mouth on your body…" I search for control and find it as her emerald eyes sparkle up at me full of love.

She shakes her head emphatically. "I hated when he touched me. He never made me feel even half as good as you do. In my mind, all those women are more beautiful, sexier, and know what they were doing while I fumble?— "

Catching her around her throat, I bring her up to within inches of my mouth. She's panting for a kiss, her heated breath washing over me. "No other woman has ever made me feel what you do. All I think of is you. All I want is you. Those women blur together into a distant memory. Your touch, the feel of your body against mine, is burned into my skin—into my soul. I'll never be free of you. And I don't want to be."

Nuzzling into me, I give into the kiss she's begging for. Christ, what she does to me. Ending the kiss is torture, but if I don't, I'll take her and forget the punishment she needs.

Licking my way down her neck, I nip at the skin where her shoulder meets her neck. She whimpers as she moans my name. Hell, this is going to be as much of a punishment to me as it will be to her.

I taste every inch of her neck. I've discovered every lick and nibble that leaves her panting and use them against her.

A gentle nip of the soft part of her ear has her pressing her breasts against my chest. She loves when I whisper in her ear. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted you. Even in that awful suit, trying to hide your sexy as fuck body from the world. Trying to hide yourself from the world."

This time, my teeth tug at her ear before licking over the delicate shell. "The plan was simple. You would agree to do the audit. My hope was you'd start that night, and I would send you home. Every day, you would be retrieved from work by me or my men and work on the audit at night. Then I saw you, and my cock ached to have you."

Pulling away, I meet emerald. "I saw it in your eyes. You wanted me too. It would be a perfect mix of business and pleasure. But when you told me no, lied to me and yourself. It pissed me off. I didn't understand why you would deny me what we both wanted."

She blushes. "Who wouldn't want you? You could have any woman you wanted. I would disappoint you. And when you walked away, it would hurt having you then losing you. It was easier never to know what I was missing."

Her reward for her honesty is a swipe of my lips over hers. I taste the fear and hope in her. She moans when I end the kiss.

Moving to her other ear, I suck lightly. "Layer by layer, I saw not only your delicious body. I saw you . The fierce intelligence, your wit, a wicked sense of humor, your smart mouth, and the way you treated Aoife, Colm, and even Banshee. You could have been a brat to them, but you weren't because your fight was with me—not them. I lusted after your body, but what had me vowing to never let you go is all you."

She's blinking back tears, one escapes. I kiss it away. "As sexy and beautiful as you are. I didn't want your body—I wanted your heart and soul."

Her tears play havoc with my chest. "I'm more than my body."

"So much more, love." I nod at her understanding.

"I'll never think that way about myself again."

Running my thumb over her lips, I'm relieved by the promise. "I don't expect it to happen overnight. But I do expect it to happen. You're going to see yourself the way I see you."

"Does that mean you can undo me and just fuck me?" She's hopeful.

I laugh. "Not a chance in hell. "

God, her pout is so fucking sexy. I catch her bottom lip and suck. But don't dare kiss her the way she wants.

Leisurely, I kiss and lick my way down her neck to her chest. Trailing over her silky skin, I close my mouth and run my lips over a tight nipple, denying her what she's begging for. I can't wait to see her breasts swollen with milk.

Sharing her body isn't going to be easy, and I'm not looking forward to that part. But I know Miranda, and she'll want to sink into every facet of motherhood she can. So, I'll do whatever she needs me to in order to support her. Whether it's sharing her body and mind with our children or going without in the time it takes her to heal.

Once her eyes are beginning to swim with tears from her pleading for my mouth, I give in. Sucking deep as my tongue toys with the hard nipple, I only allow myself a few minutes before allowing her to fall from my mouth before giving her other breast the same attention. With her astonishing ability to orgasm from sucking on her breasts, I don't dare give her more than a few minutes before stopping.

This time when I suck, I end with a small nip of my teeth on her sensitive flesh. Her yelp of pain is followed by her hips bucking up against my hard cock. Only I'm already at her other breast, repeating the same sucking and nipping.

I suck powerfully, to the edge of pain. This time, my teeth don't merely nip—they graze in the threat of a full bite. Once, twice, back and forth between her breasts until I give in and tug with my teeth.

Her squeal of pain is so damn cute. I'm a bastard for loving how she begs me to fuck her, enjoying the way she pleads for my cock .

Kissing my way down to her spread thighs, I lose all cool at the puddle steadily growing beneath her from how wet she is. Once again, the plan is gone—it's all greedy need and hunger for her sweet juice. All I can remember is not to go near her clit.

Hunger at last sated, I tease her swollen clit with one swipe of my tongue, then another. I lap at her like the melting ice cream cone I told her to think of my cock. At first, the licks are slow and long. Then they're short and merely grazing. When she's hoarse from pleading, I give in and suck her clit. She's close to her orgasm, her body trembling at the precipice when I stop.

Her cry of frustration has me smiling as I trail my tongue over her slick lips before sucking the heated, swollen flesh into my mouth. I begin all over again, licking and sucking every inch of her before giving in to tease her clit before sucking to the edge of a climax—stopping right as she's there.

I bring her to the edge of orgasm four times before my leaking cock demands to be inside her. Pushing off my boxers, I'm on my knees. I use the bar to bring her legs up until her knees are pressing into her breasts.

Thrusting inside her, we both groan at the sensation. I give her everything she begs for—hard, fast, deep. I'm fucking her for all of three minutes before a sob flows out of her, and her pussy spasms around my cock in orgasm. Damn, I wanted more time. But I can't fight it and come with her.

I allow my head to fall to hers as I try to keep most of my weight off her. She hums with pleasure as she nuzzles into me. Opening my eyes, I find her smiling.

"I love when we make love, but after, when you're still inside me, feeling your heartbeat with mine is the best part of all." She whispers.

"I couldn't agree more." I sigh as I kiss her.