Chapter 25

TWENTY-FIVE

DOMHNALL

I keep suckling her through her entire orgasm even though she struggles to pull away. “Donny— The alarm— Ohhhhh ?—”

Only when she gives in and then finally goes limp in my arms do I set her against the counter and go see to the eggs. They’re on fire and the pan’s ruined.

It’s an easy issue of moving them to the marble counter and swatting out the fire with a kitchen towel. I throw open the double doors to the patio to help get the smoke out.

Then I return to where Brooke is limp against the counter, dressed only in my night shirt and boxers. Fuck. I never imagined anything so goddamn sexy.

The foul, wrong things I want to do to her…

My lip twitches.

I tried to do the right thing. I tried to get her to leave and get as far away from me and my monster as she could.

She said no. So that means…

She’s mine .

A good man might examine things more. A good man would definitely not storm back into the kitchen, snap, “Close your eyes,” to the woman of his dreams, grab a pool bag from the rack by the door and start to throw all sorts of kitchen implements into it. No, a good man would not do those things.

Mine .

I grin and heft the full bag over my shoulder, items gathered, and march Brooke outside to the shaded cabana chairs by the pool.

I think it’s been established by now that I’m not a good man.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“No. Sit down.” I help guide her down onto the cabana chair. Well, it’s more like a cabana bench, complete with its own shade over top. Can’t have my precious Brooke’s skin burning. Because I intend to have her quite bare.

I pull off my own pants so I’m in boxers as well. I want to feel as much of her skin against mine as possible. Since it’s April, it’s only warm but not scorching out.

I sit down beside her .

“Now. Over my lap, face down. That was naughty of you distracting me so much I burned your breakfast. It’s time for punishment.”

Brooke quickly reaches for me, grinning with her eyes still closed. Her hands find my body and she lingers too long exploring before finally climbing into place over my lap. I immediately bind her wrists again with a hand.

Hmm. This won’t do. I want both hands free, but don’t dare trust her if she’s not bound. But of course, even though I rarely, if ever, bring women back here, I’m always prepared.

I reach down to a watertight shelf in the base of the spacious cabana bench and pull out the rest of the implements I’ll need.

Having her in my lap is already more than I can bear. Part of me wants to flip her over and drag her up the large cabana and sink into her right now. No more fucking preamble. She’s wet enough, I bet. She’s here and there’s no more bullshit between us. We’ve settled the truth from the lies.

So why the fuck can’t I?

Shame washes through me as I lay out the things I brought from the kitchen in a neat line along with what I’ve pulled from the cabana shelf.

My hands are shaking. Fucking shame. There’s a reason I buried my feelings down in a lake so fucking deep inside me. So I’d never have to feel any of this shit again. Growing up, people used to drag all sorts of shit down to the lake and pitch it in when they wanted rid of it. Old ovens. Trash bags. A couple cars.

Nothing ever so ugly or putrid as me. But if I tied all the shit that happened to a big enough stone and sunk it in the deep of the lake… I wouldn’t ever have to think about it again.

I grit my teeth, yank my boxers down off Mads’s ass and spank her. She yelps, then writhes on my lap. It wasn’t a brutal strike, but it wasn’t gentle, either.

And already the chorus of demons screaming through my blood settle. I spank her again and they quiet even more.

“Yes, Domhn,” she mutters, wrists squirming against my grip. “More.”

My cock pulses against her stomach and my lip twitches with need. I spank her again and again, becoming calmer and more centered with each measured strike. Watching her ass jiggle with the blows. Seeing her respond.

Getting back in control.

But I need more. The more control I get of her body, the more control I have of myself.

I grab the silk shibari rope I pulled from the little shelf and begin quickly tying her right wrist to her right ankle. She gasps when she realizes what I’m doing but doesn’t complain.

She trusts me.

It sends another wave of calm and lust through me, the two combining in a powerful, heady rush. I’m in control. Almost, anyway .

I feel complete only once I’ve got her left wrist tied to her left ankle.

Now she’s absolutely powerless. She’s hogtied over my lap, ass up, and legs easily spreadable by grabbing one ankle or the other.

She’s helpless to my complete control. My nostrils flare like a bull.

I can’t keep her like this long, so I’ve got to move efficiently.

Immediately I open the jar of coconut oil I brought from the kitchen and dip two fingers in.

“You’ll take what I give you,” I demand gruffly, barely able to speak past my clenched teeth. My entire body is clenched. Hard with need and barely-leashed desire. She’s so fucking gorgeous pinned here on my lap.

I grab her left ankle and spread her wide to me. Fuck. I slide my thumb down her ass crack and plunge my coconut oil drenched fingers towards her little asshole, rubbing and demanding entrance.

Her entire body responds like I knew it would. She clenches her asshole tight shut but writhes in pleasure at the contact.

“Kitty loves being petted, doesn’t she?” I growl. Fuck. I don’t know if this is wise considering she just came back from that odd, dissociative state yesterday.

But when she just squirms and presses her ass up against my probing fingers, I can’t help but think this is different. And I might just be too far gone to turn back unless she safewords or starts to seem uncomfortable.

“Yes,” she begs, “pet kitty.”

So I keep rubbing at her puckered little hole that’s closed up so tight still, throbbing against her belly. And with my other hand, I reach beneath her and start to tease at her clit.

Her high breathy shudder tells me we’re both in this. And when her asshole unclenches a little, I push my advantage and shove my middle finger inside.

Her head shakes back and forth on the bench. I wish I had a third fucking hand to spank her little, writhing ass. In a moment.

Right now, since I’ve gained entry, I stretch her little asshole with the finger I’ve gotten inside. And then, relentlessly, while I’ve really got her going with my hand at her clit, I shove another finger up her ass.

She cries out and I feel such fucking satisfaction.

But it’s chased the following second by more need. More . I haven’t conquered her completely.

She’s mine and I need her to know it. I need to know it. I won’t fuck her today. No, I don’t think either of us is ready for it.

But I will begin to claim her body in all its deep places.

I stretch her ass ruthlessly with my fingers. And then, right when her whines are reaching that needy pitch again, and I can tell she’s about to come, I pull my hand away from her pussy and reach for the biggest thing I grabbed from the kitchen.

The cucumber.

My teeth clench even harder as I breathe out like a bull in the arena. I rip open a condom with my teeth and sheath it, then dig my hand in the slightly hardened coconut oil to generously coat the monstrously large vegetable.

Grinning maniacally, I spread her legs even wider with my elbow as I lower it to her spread ass.