Page 21 of Dangerous Stakes

Without further ado, he began to use his large, strong hands to wreak havoc on her backside. Susan squirmed and swore to no avail. He simply kept spanking and lecturing her on the consequences of being a cock tease, most especially with a man with whom you share a bed. The spanking continued past the point where it was erotic. He meant to make it difficult for her to sit and was happy to tell her so.

“I’m going to put enough sting in your pretty little tail that riding will be a decidedly uncomfortable experience for you for the next few days.”

Susan was now frantically trying to get up, but every time she tried, Rory’s arm clamped around her middle and the spanking got harder.

“Susan, you know better. The sooner you give up and promise to behave, the sooner I’ll think about stopping.”

She could feel that his erection had returned, and she knew he was not only annoyed but aroused. That was never a good combination in the Irishman. Rory was now paying particular attention to the spot where her thighs met her bottom and Susan realized he had no intention of yielding.

As much as Susan hated to do so, she knew he wouldn’t relent until he had what he wanted.

“I’m sorry, Irish. I was a bitch this morning. I shouldn’t have done it and I won’t do it again,” Susan managed to get out through clenched teeth. But still the spanking continued.

“And what is it, exactly, you did this morning that you now regret?” he asked silkily, continuing to blister her bottom with his bare hand.

“Damn it, Rory that hurts!” Susan managed to say without pleading. She continued in what she hoped was a reasonable, rational tone of voice. “I played the cock tease with you in the shower when I knew I had no intention of following through.”

The spanking continued and Susan was starting to get desperate to find a way to get him to stop and to try and soothe his ire.

“I’m really, really sorry, and I won’t ever do it again. I promise.” The last little bit was said as her tears started to fall. “Please, Irish.”

Finally, the hard swats ended. “Make sure you don’t,” he said with a trace of anger still left in his voice as he set her on her feet. “Now, pull up your breeches.”

Susan did so, wincing as the tight, stretchy fabric enclosed her heated and now swelling bottom. Rory’s malevolent chuckle erupted again as he watched her discomfort.

“Not so funny now, is it sweetheart? And since I’ve got another hard on and don’t have time at the moment to take you inside and bed you properly, get on your knees and service me with your sweet mouth … now.”

Knowing he was in no mood for any kind of argument, Susan knelt down gingerly, her backside smarting, and opened his fly, once again freeing his mighty cock. Susan wrapped one hand around it, the other lovingly cupping his balls and took the head of his shaft into her mouth.

He only allowed her to control the blowjob for a few moments. Then, he took her head in his hands and held her still while he began to thrust in and out of her mouth, quickly and decisively taking his pleasure.

When he’d climaxed and watched her swallow his cum, he said, “Lick every last bit up,” which Susan obediently did.

Rory put his cock back into his breeches, zipped them up, and then threw her bra and shirt back at her.

“Put them on and get Tank ready … I still need to give you your riding lesson. The Olympic trials are in three months, and we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Susan was redressed and had just finished tightening Tank’s girth, when he passed behind her lightly stroking her backside. The spanking had been hard enough and was still fresh enough that it caused her to wince. “And after that I’ve got another lesson to finish with you up in our bed.”

CHAPTER 9

Rory’s feelings for Susan had deepened in a way he had never expected and had given rise to feelings he had never anticipated. He called his brother one night.

“Rory? To what do I owe this honor?” asked Killian, who was still bothered by the distance between them. He understood that Rory worried that his brother being an Irish gangster might taint not only his reputation, but also Susan’s.

“It’s Susan.”

Killian laughed. “You haven’t told her, have you?”

“I can’t. There’s too much at stake.”

“I know I only met her the one time, but I don’t believe Susan would ever betray you.”

“Nor do I, but what if she can’t handle it? What if she doesn’t want to be turned?”

“I can’t speak to that. It’s a chance you’ll have to take. But it’s not an either-or situation. She might well be able to handle it, even find the idea of you being a shifter a little kinky, but she also might not want to be turned. It’s a lot to ask a woman to give up her humanity for you.”

“I know, but every time I fuck her from behind, my cock aches with wanting to let my barbs out to play.”

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