10. Paisley

10

PAISLEY

I wonder if Kieran is already asleep. After the night I've had and the wild emotions I've felt, I think I deserve something sweet.A snack sounds good. Specifically, something chocolate.

The plush carpeting makes sneaking out of the room and down the stairs easy. When I get to the kitchen, under-cabinet lighting illuminates the room with a dim glow.

I open the pantry first and scan the shelves. Health food, health food, health food. What the hell? I know the man is fit, but damn. He's got to have some sweets somewhere. Everyone has a weakness for chocolate at some point.

Moving on to the cupboards above the countertop, I open one after the other, my heart getting sadder and sadder each time. No wonder he's always cranky. He's eating healthy stuff all the time. That would put me in a bad mood, too.

The next cupboard I open looks like it could be promising. If I can reach that high. I'm not sure what's up there, but it looks like it could be a cookie package.

With a huff, I jump onto the counter in the most ungraceful way possible and rise onto my knees to reach the package.

Just as I wrap my fingers around the noisy wrapper, I'm yanked back against a hard wall.

"Ahh!"

I flail my arms and hit the wall, except it's not a wall. Holy crap. It's Kieran's bare chest, and he's holding me against him.

"Jesus, Christ, lass. Are you trying to crack your head open? I ought to redden your ass for climbing on the counter like that."

He sets me on my feet but stays so close we're still touching. I spin around, glaring up at him.

"You scared me! Fuck. I wasn't going to fall."

"Watch your mouth, Little girl," he growls.

Heat flares within me, part anger and part something I shouldn't be feeling for Kieran.

"I'm not a Little girl, and I can curse if I want to."

He raises an eyebrow. "Not in my house."

I open my mouth to snap back at him, but one of the intricate tattoos on his chest catches my eye. It's a mix of scribe, crosses, and skulls. It's both terrifying and moving at the same time, and suddenly, I'm speechless because I can't seem to stop gawking at him.

My gaze travels lower. Past his pecs, down his washboard abs to that deep V at his hips, and even lower until it settles on the enormous outline inside his pajama pants.

"Anaconda."

"Ana what?" he asks.

Crap. I said that out loud.

"Nothing. I was trying to reach the cookies."

Good. Redirect. Change of subject. Stop looking at his anaconda, though.

I force my eyes up to his face and try to glare at him again.

"I don't have any cookies." His voice is dripping with amusement. Asshole.

He reaches above my head, grabs the package I was trying to get, and shows it to me. Crackers.

"Ugh. What the fuck? Why don't you have any chocolate or cookies?"

Kieran's eyes flash. "What did Daddy say about having a filthy mouth?"

My pussy clenches, and I try to ignore it. Him calling himself Daddy shouldn't affect me like this. I shouldn't like it.

"You're not my Daddy, so I can have a filthy mouth if I want to."

Slowly, like an animal on the prowl, he takes a step closer and puts his hands on either side of me. I'm trapped between him and the counter. The warmth of his chest presses against mine. I hope he can't feel my nipples against his skin.

"Do you know what happens to naughty Little girls who say bad words?" His voice is low and silky, dripping with sexual tension. Have we always had this electricity between us?

"I'm not naughty."

Awesome. Great argument.

"You just love to fight with me, don't you, Paisley? No matter what I say, you love to argue. Fucking brat. I should spank your ass for all the times you've been a mouthy little thing, but you wouldn't sit for a week if I did that."

My panties are soaked, and I swear I can smell my own arousal. I shuffle my legs together, squeezing my thighs as tightly as I can, hoping it will cover my scent.

"You talk a big game," I say breathily. "But you sure don't act on any of it."

What am I doing? I'm poking the bear. The big, bad, terrifying bear.

"Are you trying to goad Daddy into spanking your ass?"

"You're not my Daddy."

He studies me. We're both breathing hard. "I might not be your Daddy, but I can guarantee you'll be calling me Daddy and begging me to come by the end of the night."

I lift my chin, glaring at him. "Doubtful."

The air crackles. It's hard to focus on anything other than the fact that I've never been more turned on in my life. I'm going to get my head checked tomorrow. But right now, I want this.

"Say no, and I'll send your ass up to bed, Paisley. But if you say nothing, I'm going to put you over my knee, spank your ass, and then fuck you until you can't walk tomorrow. You should definitely say no."

The length of his cock presses against my belly. A tiny part of me is unsure if I'm making the right choice, but the bigger part of me wants this more than my next breath.

"Say no, Paisley," he growls almost desperately.

I stare directly into his eyes and slowly shake my head. Apparently, I like poking the bear.

He lets several agonizing seconds pass before Kieran grabs me by the hips. Like I weigh absolutely nothing, he throws me over his shoulder. I squeal and squirm against him, more from the surprise of being tossed around like a rag doll.

He turns and stomps out of the kitchen with me dangling over his shoulder.

"Kieran!"

"Shut up, brat," he says as he smacks my ass. "You challenged me, and now you get the consequences."

I giggle and smack his back in return, then yelp when he spanks my other cheek.

"Ouch!"

"That was a tap. You'll really be saying ouch soon." He takes the stairs two at a time, jostling me around as he does.

"You're mean."

He laughs. "Oh, baby girl, you have no fucking idea how mean I can be."

I might have bitten off more than I can chew, but it's thrilling.

When he steps into a room and closes the door, I gulp as he turns the lock. Lifting my head as much as I can, I scan the bedroom. There's no question this is Kieran's room. It smells like him. Dark and dangerous with hints of leather and spice.

All the furniture is black, including the curtains and bedding, and everything is meticulously clean. Control freak much?

He tosses me onto the bed and stands over me, his chest heaving. "Take off that fucking shirt."

For some reason, I'm feeling bolder than usual, so I scramble onto my knees and pull the shirt up and over my head, leaving me in just my panties before him.

His gaze roams from my face down to my breasts, lingering on my pebbled nipples. He licks his lips.

"Fuck. So perfect," he murmurs.

Before I can respond, he sits on the edge of the bed and grabs me, flipping me face-down over his lap.

"Kieran!"

He smacks my ass twice, once on each cheek, harder than before. I kick my feet and cry out as the sting blooms over my skin.

"It's Daddy to you, baby."

I let out a huff. "You wish. I'm not calling you Daddy. If I do, it will go to your head, and then you're going to think you can boss me around whenever you want."

"Oh, baby girl, I can boss you around whenever I want because I'm in charge here."

Without waiting for an argument, he starts spanking me fast and hard. Holy crap, my ass is on fire. I kick and squirm and cry out the entire time, but instead of stopping, he spanks harder.

"You're going to learn not to challenge me, baby. You can only push me so far."

I whimper but continue to fight against him. "You're mean."

He chuckles. Then, he lifts a leg and throws it over the back of mine, pinning me completely in place before he yanks my panties down.

"Owwie!"

Ignoring my cries, he spanks me over and over, alternating cheeks until my entire ass and both thighs are on fire.

"Daddy, I'm sorry!" I sob.

As soon as the words escape, he stops, and I go limp over his lap. I called him Daddy. I didn't mean to. It came out so easily and felt so right.

"Are you going to be nicer to Daddy from now on?"

I sniffle and nod. "Yes. I will. I promise."

He strokes my bottom and chuckles. "Don't make promises you can't keep, baby. But I accept your apology for this time. And now, my baby girl gets a reward."

Oh, hell yes. I deserve a reward.

"Spread your knees."

Twisting, I glance back at him. "What?"

"Spread your legs so I can see how wet your pretty pussy is."

When I don't budge, he smacks my ass. I jump and shuffle my feet wider, a blush heating my cheeks.

He smooths his hand over my ass and runs a finger down my butt crack. Slowly, he inches between my legs, his fingers swiping along my slit. When he reaches my clit, I jolt.

"Oh!"

"So sensitive, baby. Is this what happens to you when we argue? Your pink pussy gets soaked like this?"

I make a whining noise because I'm definitely not answering that question.

Another smack lands on my ass, harder this time."I asked you a question, baby. Does fighting with me make your sweet cunt needy for me?"

He doesn't wait for me to answer before he pushes two thick fingers into my pussy, stretching me.

"Kieran," I whimper.

" Daddy ," he scolds. "It's Daddy to you for tonight."

I'm panting, unable to form thoughts other than wanting him to keep doing this. My body hums for him.

"Just tonight," I rasp. "A one-time thing."

He chuckles and curls his fingers inside of me, pressing that ultra-sensitive spot. "Okay, baby. Whatever you say. As long as you keep calling me Daddy."

Bobbing my head, I let out a mewling sound. I'll call him whatever he wants tonight as long as he keeps this up.

"Daddy. Please."

My body vibrates as I hover so close to the edge that it's dangerous. I've never been this turned on before. No one has ever touched me like this. So perfectly. As though he knows exactly what I need.

"You're soaked, Paisley. So wet for Daddy. Does my baby need to come?"

I need to come more than I need my next breath. "Please," I beg pitifully.

He thrusts his fingers inside, hard and fast, three times. The fireworks are lit and ready to go like the Fourth of July.

And then, he throws water on them when he pulls out of me.

With a cry, I twist to look back at him, glaring. "No! Keep going."

His green irises glitter as he smirks at me. "You come when I say you come. And the only time you're coming tonight is with my cock buried deep inside you. That pussy is mine."

Oh, fuck. I shouldn't find it so hot when he claims my pussy. It should be repulsing. This is Kieran. He's the enemy. Or at least I thought he was. Now, I'm not so sure. Now, I think I want him more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. It's lust. Only lust. The feeling will go away in the morning, and we'll go back to hating each other.

"I need you," I whimper as I reach for him, desperate for more. "Please. Please, Daddy."

His green eyes glimmer with heat, and when he reaches down to wrap his hand around his thick shaft through his pajama pants, I nearly come apart. He's huge. I'm no virgin, but I've never been with or seen a man so long and thick. Hell, I haven't seen it bare yet, but I can already tell it's a monster cock.

He lets go of his dick and hovers over me, his arms caging me in. "I like it when you use your manners. Such a good Little girl. Who knew all I had to do was put you over my knee, turn your ass red, and then bring you to near orgasm to get you to be so cooperative."

I smack his chest and glare at him, even though I love every word he just said because it's spot on. Why does he have to be right so much? No wonder he's so cocky. Cocky and hot as fuck.

"You want Daddy's dick, Paisley?"

"Yesssss."

He chuckles and runs his hand over my thigh, giving it a light smack. "Do you want my dick in your mouth? Or your tight pussy? Or that pretty little back hole?"

I bite my bottom lip, afraid to answer him. Why does the thought of having him in all three of my holes make my pussy gush? I've never done anal, but something about Kieran has me wanting to try it. To let him own all of me. Even if it's just for this one night.

Then, he lowers the front of his pajamas, letting his cock spring free. Holy shit. That is a true anaconda. And there's no way that thing is fitting in my ass. I don't even think it will fit in my pussy.

"You keep biting those plump lips, baby. Make me want to slide in and fuck your mouth and throat until you can't breathe. Until tears are running down your face, and you're a beautiful fucking mess with my come dripping from your chin."

An inaudible noise breaks free because I can't form words. All I can do is nod and plead with my eyes for him.

"You like that idea, don't you, baby? You like that Daddy wants to use your pretty mouth and make a mess out of you before I flip you onto your back and fuck you hard and fast in that plump pussy."

I'm panting. If I don't get myself under control soon, I'm going to pass out.

"Please," I squeak.

He steps toward me, fisting the base of his thick cock.

"Get on your fucking knees, baby."

I drop like a puppet, and he's the master. He smirks and comes closer, stroking his cock slowly from base to tip.

"Are you on birth control, Paisley?"

Resting my hands on his powerful thighs, I raise my eyes to his. "Yes."

"I'm clean. I haven't had sex with anyone since the last time I got tested."

"I'm clean too," I reply.

"I want to fuck you bare tonight. If you're only giving me tonight, I want all of you. No barriers. You good with that?"

My heart beats so hard it's possibly going to crack a rib as I stare up at him and nod."Good. Yes. Please. Just make me scream." His abs ripple, and I swear his cock grows even bigger. I whimper. "I hate how hot you are."

His deep laughter pisses me off, but then he takes a small step forward so his cock is bobbing just above my face, and all irritation disappears. My pussy clamps down, and my breasts ache so painfully for his touch.

"You love how hot I am. Just like I love how fucking beautiful you are. Especially on your knees like that, ready to take my cock into your mouth and choke on it."

Saliva pools at the corner of my lips, and I can't stand it another minute. I have to taste him. It feels like my life depends on it. I reach for his dick and wrap my fingers around the rigid length, a deep sense of satisfaction in my tummy when he lets out a low moan and growls my favorite words.

"Good fucking girl."