Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Móirín

O h, my goodness. My body is so sore. But this bed is so freaking comfortable. I haven’t slept this long in… well ever. Stretching, I wince as muscles I didn’t know I had ache and throb. Nothing more than the part between my legs that he couldn’t stay out of last night. I can’t count how many times he fucked me, made love to me and owned me during the course of the night and part of the morning. Each time he would apologize for not giving me time to heal, but in the same breath slide inside of me and tell me he can’t stop and how good I felt. The thing is, I never denied him because I couldn't. I needed him just as much.

We bathed together, talked and just sat in silence, which led to him playing with my nipples, then fingering me in the tub and then of course I ended up straddling and riding him to another orgasm only for him to do it again once we got out of the tub. The man is insatiable. Speaking of.

I open my eyes and turn to reach for him and realize he is not beside me. What the hell? I don’t know how to feel about this. I lay in the bed with my arms crossed pouting. I don’t know, he brings out the brat in me .

I have no idea how much time I lay in this bed, naked and pissed off, before my mind begins thinking of everything, he did to me last night. Like an addict, craving its next dose, my body begins to turn on me. I find myself squeezing my legs together unable to move. He has flipped some sort of switch in me and now I am a mess.

In my sleep I dreamed I was in love with him and he with me. I had a vision of us with our children, laughing and happy. “Shit!” I say out loud thinking of how many times he came in me last night. Heck, I think a couple of those times he pushed some back in. “Are you serious?” I scowl at my renegade pussy. The mere reminder of him pushing his cum back inside of me is making me gush all over the sheets.

“What a vision you make, sweetness.” gasping, my heart begins to pump heavily at the sound of his voice and the lust in his eyes. I try to muster up some anger for my predicament.

“Where were you?” I whine. Yeah, that sounded angry I think to myself rolling my eyes.

“I had an errand to run, love.” He is circling the bed licking his lips.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I mean the whining is real.

“You looked so beautiful sleeping, and I knew I worked you hard last night, so I didn't want to wake you.”

“Well, I guess.” I say crossing my arms once more.

“I see.” He rips his shirt off. My body is fully awake, and I am literally dripping for him.

“What do you see?” I ask, seeing him as he strips. I am immediately hypnotized by the body that has been wreaking havoc on my own, my mind and my heart.

“I see that you are a brat, baby. When you don’t get your way, you pout. I think you need to be spanked. My brain turns in a circle thinking about his statement and why I love it so much.

“Don’t think. Just feel, sweetness." Before I can reply he is running his finger and then his tongue through the lips of my drenched pussy. “Fuck. You are always going to give me a toothache, aren't you?” I begin to buck against his lips, rubbing myself on his face trying to get more friction than he is giving me. I am chasing the tingle that is forming inside of me so deliciously. “That's right baby. Use me for your pleasure. Show me how much you want it.”

“Yes.” I say, no longer able to pretend he is not breaking me.

“Just feel baby. Let me show you and prove to you that you and I are forever.” I rock against his tongue and try to hold in the tears from being overloaded with sensations.

“Prove it to me how?” God why am I talking right now. I just need to get off.

“First by giving you what you need right now, and then by showing you my heart while buried inside of you. Can I do that? Will you give us a chance?” My eyes are closed, and I can feel the impending orgasms coming. I try to ignore his words and just take this moment right now, but my heart is telling me the truth. It was insta-everything for me the moment I saw him, and I knew it then and I know it now. So, I let a tear fall and nod my head.

“Okay. I will give it a chance. But first, make me come.” Smiling like the Joker, he looks up at me, kisses my clit before moving up my body and pushing inside of me.

“With pleasure, sweetness.” And he did show me. Over and over for the next three days.

I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know that right now in this moment, my heart belongs to him. My everything.

Hmm. This bed is so freaking comfortable. I haven’t slept this long in… well, ever. Not since my mom died two years ago. Stretching, I wince as muscles I didn’t know I had ache and throb. Nothing more than the part between my legs that he couldn’t stay out of last night. I can’t count how many times he fucked me, made love to me and owned me during the course of the night and part of the morning. Each time he would apologize for not giving me time to heal, but in the same breath slide inside of me and tell me he can’t stop and how good I felt.

We bathed together, talked and just sat in silence, which led to him playing with my nipples, then fingering me in the tub and then of course I ended up straddling and riding him to another orgasm only for him to do it again once we got out of the tub. The man is insatiable. Speaking of.

I open my eyes and turn to reach for him and realize I can’t move my arms. Panicked, I look up and realize I am handcuffed to the bed. “What the hell?” I jerk my arms a couple of times, praying this is his idea of a joke and they are fake cuffs like magicians use but after the fifth attempt to free myself yields no results, my stomach begins to churn. “Oh God. What is happening?” I close my eyes trying to conjure up a sign, a red flag I missed saying he kidnaps women. Or maybe he sleeps with them and then kills them when he has had enough.

I freak out for about ten minutes before I myself calm down. Using logic, I try to reason with myself. There is no way what I felt all night wasn't real. Right? I mean I felt it, and I am sure he did, so maybe there is a reasonable explanation for this. Then I curse once more, berating myself for sounding like a dumb ass. A reasonable explanation? What the hell could he possibly say to make this okay?

I have no idea how much time I lay in this bed, naked and pissed off, before my mind begins thinking of everything, he did to me last night. Like an addict, craving its latest dose, my body begins to turn on me. I find myself squeezing my legs together, somehow being unable to move has done the opposite from snapping me back to reality. It has flipped some sort of switch in me and now I am a mess.

In my sleep I dreamed I was in love with him and he with me. I had a vision of us with our children, laughing and happy. “Shit!” I say out loud thinking of how many times he came in me last night. Heck, I think a couple of those times he pushed some back in. “Are you serious?” I scowl at my renegade pussy. The mere reminder of him pushing his cum back inside of me is making me gush all over the sheets.

“What a vision you make, sweetness.” gasping, my heart begins to pump heavily at the sound of his voice and the lust in his eyes. I try to muster up some anger for my predicament.

“Why am I cuffed to the bed, Dalian?” Yeah, that sounded angry. I say to myself rolling my eyes.

“To make sure you didn’t run while I was away.” Aww. That’s sweet. Damn it, Dulce, get a grip. That is not sweet.

“Why didn’t you just wake me and ask me to stay?”

“You looked so beautiful sleeping, and I knew I worked you hard last night, so I didn't want to wake you.”

“Do you just walk around with cuffs in your pocket?” Why in the hell do I sound jealous?

“No mu?eca. But for this trip, yes.”

“I see.” he looks at me like he knows what I am thinking. Instead of uncuffing me he gives me a pouty look and begins undressing. I am immediately hypnotized by the body that has been wreaking havoc of my own, my mind and my heart.

“Y-you see what?” I can’t stop myself from drooling over every inch of him including that six pack.

“That I haven't shown you enough that this is real.” Why does that statement make my heart beat out of my chest? I mean I just met him a few days ago. How is it possible that the idea of him and I gives me goosebumps and makes me want to jump up and down?

“I don’t know how this can work.” That’s good. Give the reasons this can’t work and protect yourself.

“Don’t do that.” he says, shaking his head.

“Do what?”

“Think. Just feel, sweetness." Before I can reply he is running his finger and then his tongue through the lips of my drenched pussy. “Fuck. You are always going to give me a toothache, aren't you?” I begin to buck against his lips, rubbing myself on his face vigorously trying to get more friction than he is giving me. I am chasing the tingle that is forming inside of me so deliciously. “That's right baby. Use me for your pleasure. Show me how much you want it.”

“Yes.” I say, no longer able to pretend he is not breaking me .

“Seems you like being cuffed to the bed, naked, waiting on me to return and service you, huh angel.” Is that why I feel so sensitive and wet? Do I like this? Is this really who I am? “Just feel baby. Let me show you and prove to you that you and I are forever.” I rock against his tongue and try to hold in the tears from being overloaded with sensations.

“Prove to me how?” God why am I talking right now. I just need to get off.

“First by giving you what you need right now, and then by showing you my heart while buried inside of you. Can I do that? Will you give us a chance?” My eyes are closed, and I can feel the impending orgasms coming. I try to ignore his words and just take this moment right now, but my heart is telling me the truth. It was insta-everything for me the moment I saw him, and I knew it then and I know it now. So, I let a tear fall and nod my head.

“Okay. I will give it a chance. But first, make me come.” Smiling like the cat who ate the canary, he looks up at me, kisses my clit before moving up my body and pushing inside of me.

“With pleasure, sweetness.” And he did show me. Over and over for the next three days.

I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know that right now in this moment, my heart belongs to him. My Oisín.