Page 27 of Dangerous Stakes

“No, Rory. I’ll be a very good girl.”

He chuckled. He found it difficult to stay angry with her when she was draped across his knee, her arousal as keen as his own, and her bottom a fiery red. He rubbed down the backs of her thighs and back up to her cheeks. She held her breath until she felt him loosen his hold on her legs. She’d learned not to get up until he told her she could and so waited.

“You think you want to behave?”

“Yes, Irish. I’m sorry.”

“You can get up, but you go stand in the corner.” She hesitated. “Do I need to take my belt to your backside?”

“No, Rory.”

She was fighting back tears as she got up and went to stand back in the corner. In many ways she hated being in the corner more than getting spanked. She felt alone and vulnerable until he joined her there. It was only then that she knew she’d been forgiven and that things would be restored between them.

She heard him walk to his chest of drawers and open the top drawer. She heard him remove his shirt – always a good sign that he was getting ready to mount her, take her hard and be done with his anger.

He closed on her and put one hand up on the wall above her head. He pressed his groin into her backside and wrapped his other arm around her middle to keep her from moving away. He knew her bottom had to be on fire and even though she would be highly aroused, the pain from the contact would make her try to distance herself from him. He nuzzled her neck. She inclined her head into his and sighed.

“There’s my good girl,” he crooned to her. “So, Susan, my love, are you going to be a good girl and agree to marry me?”

“Yes, you black-hearted, fiancée-beating Irishman.”

He chuckled. “Well, then, love, give me your left hand.” She did so and he brought the hand down that had been pressed against the wall and slipped a beautiful amethyst with diamonds ring on her ring finger.

She gasped. “Rory, it’s gorgeous. When did you get this?”

“It was my grandmother’s. I’ve had it for a while but didn’t get it sized and picked up until just now. I was waiting until I thought you were ready to say yes. I knew when I rolled off of you the first time that I’d never let you go. I knew I’d take you to wife. I just had to wait until you knew it too.”

“So, do you plan to kiss me to seal the deal?” she said as she leaned back into him despite the pain in her backside.

“We’ll get to that.” He embraced her as he had earlier—one hand fondling her breast and one sliding between her legs past her clit to finger her pussy. She moaned appreciatively. “You’re awfully wet, love. Would you like me to take care of that?”

“Aye, love,” she said mimicking his brogue.

He took hold of her hips and pulled her away from the corner as he kicked her feet apart. He reached down with one hand and opened his fly. His cock, which had been throbbing painfully throughout her spanking, sprang free.

“Spread your legs for me. Show your fiancé what a good girl you can be.”

She widened her stance so that he had easy access to mount her. He did so, plunging deeply, making her climax just from his possession.

“That’s a very good girl,” he crooned as he started to stroke her hard and slow. “Jayzus, but you feel good. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of feeling your pussy around my cock.”

He held her hips still as he plowed her repeatedly. He fucked her through a second orgasm, never changing the rhythm of his thrusting.

“Rory, please. I need you.”

“You have me, Susan. You’ve always had me … from the very first time we talked. I love you. Always have; always will.”

“I love you, too, you pigheaded, overprotective Irishman,” she said as her breathing started to become erratic—a clear sign that she was starting to ramp up to another climax.

Rory started to hammer her with more speed and power. He rode her relentlessly and as she climaxed, he began releasing his cum deep within her. As they both finished, he stayed buried balls deep in her, holding her tight.

He brought his hand up and tweaked her nipple as he withdrew his cock from her silken sheath. He rubbed her backside softly and looked at it. “Looking at your pretty little bottom, I’m reminded how sexy your ass is when it’s tattooed with my loving discipline.”

He took her by the hand and led her back to their bed. This time, he drew the covers back and helped her in. Removing the rest of his clothes, he joined her there. He stretched out on his back and pulled her close.

Susan laid with her arms around him and her head resting on his chest. Her eyes closed and her breathing settled.

“Susan, love?”

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