Page 20 of The Reluctant Siren
Not a question, but still required an answer. He seemed toget more toppy the more engaged his cock was. She liked it. The truth was sheenjoyed being dominated during sex. It was the one place she didn’t want to bein charge. “Yes, Sir. But only for the donuts.”
She eased over his lap, her skin rubbing against thesoftness of his jeans. They were old and worn in, like he washed them hundredsof times and now they were perfect.
His hand cupped her cheeks, spreading a warm anticipationthrough her. “Are you comfortable, princess?”
“Yes,” she replied, her whole body softening in response.
What would he be like? Would he spank her softly so shewriggled and writhed and wanted more? Would he go so hard she called out hersafe word? They hadn’t talked about safe words, but they weren’t truly playing.They were experimenting. If she said no, he would stop.
Would she want him to stop?
Her brain was going a million miles an hour. Her body mightbe ready but her brain was rebelling.
And then she wasn’t thinking about anything but the smackagainst her tender flesh. She heard it before it registered as pain. He’d gonefor it but not too hard. Just enough to get her attention and focus it. Onsomething other than anxiety. Heat flashed over her skin and then sank in.
“Tell me if it’s too much. We’re learning each other. Idon’t want any of that silent submission right now. I want you to talk to me.”
“It’s good, Sir. My brain is whirling. I need this more thanI thought I did.”
Another hard slap. “I don’t want you thinking about anythingbut this.”
Three hard smacks and her eyes were watering, but it worked.She wasn’t worried about what might happen. She was completely focused on thehere and now. As he continued, his hand smacking and then holding the heat in,she let herself start to float. She let go of worrying she would never get overJensen. Stopped thinking about getting shot. Didn’t care that her deranged dadwould likely put one of his employees on Niall the minute he found out she wasseeing him. The case didn’t even matter in those moments when Niall’s big handdispensed discipline. She let the pain flow over her and sighed as it morphedinto something else. She didn’t even fight the tears. She might have with adifferent Dom, but he wasn’t going to use them against her. He wasn’t going tofreak out and make this about himself. He would take them for what theywere—much-needed release.
She wasn’t sure how long it had been when he turned herover, flipping her neatly like she weighed nothing. He cradled her in his arms,and she could feel his cock against her tender backside.
He brushed the tears off her cheeks. “Feel better,princess?”
She felt a bit limp noodley. It was beyond nice. “I do. Ithink I might be able to sleep.” She should be honest if she was doing thiswith him. “I have bad dreams sometimes.”
“Me, too. If you need me, wake me up and we’ll talk,” heoffered. “Or I’ll simply hold you until you go back to sleep. But I think afterall that harshness, you need some sugar.”
She lay cradled against him as his free hand found its waydown her body and between her legs. He leaned over and kissed her, softly thistime, with no real intent. But his fingers. Oh, his fingers were on a damnmission.
“You liked it,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking wet,Harlow.”
His fingers slid easily between the folds of her labia,foraging briefly before rubbing her clit and taking her breath away.
This was how he treated her in an experimental mini session?Oh, she could sub for this man. She let her head fall back, allowed him accessto everything.
“You are so gorgeous,” he whispered against her neck. Thearm around her back cupped her breast, thumb playing with her nipple, and shewondered what it would feel like to have his mouth there, teeth rasping on justthe right side of pain. He could spend hours keeping her on the edge,tormenting her, and she would love it.
The anticipation she felt for this man was hope after longyears of wanting.
It didn’t take him long before those talented fingers slidinside her. His thumb worked her clit while he finger fucked her. One and thentwo and three, stretching her gently and stroking in exactly the right place.
It had been so long since she’d had this kind of orgasm. Oh,she’d touched herself a couple of times, but between getting burned so brutallyby Jensen and then getting shot and nearly dying, she’d let go of this piece ofherself. It slid back into place forcefully as Niall nipped at her earlobe andhit the perfect place, and she went off like a rocket, her body stiffening andrelaxing, pleasure pouring through her.
She was a breathless mess when he shifted and stood, pickingher up with an effortless grace she found deeply attractive. He walked theshort distance to the door she’d noticed earlier. Sure enough, it was a tinybedroom that contained a bed, dresser, and nightstand.
“So not a studio,” she said as he laid her on the bed.
“I mean it’s as small as one.” He turned and opened the topdrawer, pulling out a big white T-shirt. “I might exaggerate so no woman willpursue me for all my wealth.”
She did not need wealth. The circumstances of her birth hadtaken care of that. But she wanted everything else this man had to offer.“Niall, what I said before…”
He gently put the shirt over her head. “We’re sleeping,Harlow. Like I said, your needs are more important than my dick. Get in bed.I’m tired, and someone’s going to make me walk miles tomorrow to get herdonuts.”
“It’s next door,” she countered, but she was smiling as sheslid her arms into the T-shirt and pulled the covers around her.
