Page 16 of My Irish Roommate

“Don’t misbehave. Just do as you’re told,” he growls.

It takes a moment to register after I whimper from the sting, but something stirs within me. I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I like it. I wiggle my ass, and he obliges. The second smack comes down with a bit more force, and the initial burn somehow turns me on so I struggle some more.

This time, he leaps up and tosses me face down onto the bed. He tears down my shorts and slaps my bare ass several times. I writhe beneath his weight and rub myself against the mattress as my clit starts to swell and my thighs get sticky.

“Are you going to behave?” he asks me.

“No,” I answer, grinning and pushing my ass in the air.

“Oh, I can see I have my work cut out for me with you,” he answers and spanks me again.

I hear rustling and try to turn my head to see what he’s up to, but he has me pinned to the bed. He rubs the sore spot on my bottom then smacks it with his bare penis. He flips me over, yanks my tank top over my head, and uses it to bind my hands together.

Still kneeling above me, he smacks my breasts with his cock until small drops of liquid seep from the tip. He takes his finger and rubs the fluid around my hard nipple.

He grabs my arms and pulls me into a seated position, rubbing his erection against my cheek. His aggressive onslaught has me ready for anything. I’d have sex with him in the town square if he wanted to. My desire has rendered me defenseless and almost completely uninhibited.

He rubs his cock against my lips and says, “Open up, baby girl. Taste it.”

I open my mouth, allowing the tip of his shaft to enter my mouth. I can taste the salty pre-come, and he groans as I rub my tongue against it. With one hand wrapped around his base and the other on the back of my head, he pushes a bit more of his length into my mouth. “Suck it hard.”

I wrap my lips around his huge cock and do as I’m told. From the expression on his face, I’m doing it right. I love the feel of his hand on me, guiding me to bring him pleasure.

“That feels so good. I want to fuck you but I don’t want to stop this,” he breathes.

He holds my head still and begins feeding me his cock in long, slow strokes. I relax my throat and fight the urge to choke as he inches further and further inside. My eyes begin to tear a bit but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to use me for his pleasure in return for the pleasure he’s given me.

“I’m gonna come, baby,” he moans and I prepare for my first taste of his orgasm.

I feel his cock twitch, and he applies pressure to the sides of my head with both of his hands. Holding me steady, he spasms and fills my mouth with his creamy seed. I swallow it happily, proud that I was able to satisfy him this way.

He releases me from his grip and wipes the tears that have slid down my cheeks.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks me.

“No, I loved making you feel good,” I reply. To show that I mean it, I swipe some of his come on the side of my mouth with my thumb and suck on it.

“What do you want to do now?” he smirks.

“Eat breakfast and work out,” I answer.

“Anything for you, baby girl. I’ll get dressed.”

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After a far more successfultraining session, we move out into the main gym. I decide to do some cardio and hop on a treadmill. I see a group of men engaged in some form of martial art that I don’t recognize and ask Rowan what they’re doing.

“That’s called Bataireacht,” he tells me.

I give him a sideways grin and say, “Excuse me?”

“It’s Irish stick fighting. It’s a combination technique that includes fencing, boxing, and grappling,” he explains.

“I want to learn that,” I jest.

“No, you’re not learning that,” he scoffs.

I laugh, still watching the men train, and notice that I’ve caught the attention of a larger, well-built man. I quickly avert my eyes. I don’t want him to think that my smile was meant for him. Thankfully, Rowan doesn’t see the exchange and walks off to get us both some bottled water.

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