Page 122 of Carnal Wagers

“Playing you?” I choked down my scoff like a dry pill. He was so good at twisting this all around.

“My naughty”—he squeezed my neck—“wicked”—pinched my nipple—“little fairy woman.” His fingers slipped into my panties and tapped my mound. “Do you know what naughty women get?”

“I bet you’re about to tell me,” I snapped.

With one jerk, he manhandled me around, my back to his chest, and bent me over the front of the couch.

“Hold onto the backrest, sweetheart, and keep this arse beautifully arched up.”

“Why would I do that?” I inhaled harshly, desire pumping through me.

He trailed a finger down my spine, all the way down to the dip between my butt cheeks.

“Because you want me.”

His palm slapped down on my ass. The sting washed away a bit of the hurt riling me up.

“Because you know I want you.”

Another swat clapped against my butt cheek and dragged me fully into the here and now. There was just us and my empty, clenching pussy, aching to be filled and pounded raw.

“Only you. I wouldn’t want any other but you.”

There was something about being a tenacious and independent woman and always proving that I was worthy of people’s respect and admiration that made it so easy to let loose in the bedroom when it was only the two of us. I stayed bent over by choice, and he knew it. Deciding to be vulnerable for him was a type of power on its own. I let him pull the shirt over my hips. He kneaded my cheeks, spread them, then forced them shut again, wedging my panties between the cleft.

“Count these for me. Show me my strong woman bends for me and only me.”

Like a good girl, I counted all twenty extra slaps that fell and bit at my ass, then panted for more, my thighs rubbing together. None of the bullshit mattered in moments like this. Just us. Just this.

His hands soothed the scalding ache they’d caused, then dipped down to the crotch of my panties. His fingertips fluttered over the fabric, needling my sensitive skin with a desire for more, and glided through my arousal that soaked my panties all the way through.

“So wet, mo leannán.” My beloved.

That new pet name sent a spike of pleasure to my core, and I moaned, arching my back and rocking into his touch. The smell of my arousal leaked into the air around us.

“This tight little cunt’s all mine.”

His fingers nudged my panties aside and dipped through my folds. Never really filling me up, only teasing my sensitive skin. Back and forth, he tortured me, coiling me tighter and tighter.

“Tell me why you’re being punished.”

He pressed down on my bud, and a spark of electricity zapped against the knot of pleasure slowly tightening in my belly. If this was punishment, sign me up day and night. I rolled my hips against his touch, trying to force his fingers inside me.

“Tell me, and you’ll feel my cock.”

Again, those devilish fingers circled around my entrance. They massaged and stroked but never went where they were needed. Where I felt so empty and neglected. Where my body twined tighter and tighter and refused to unravel without him inside me. A staggered whimper escaped me.

“Use your words, mo leannán.”

Hearing that sweet pet name, twice in so many seconds, made me buck against him with a whimper.

“Because I hid something from you.”

A slap to my pussy shot me forward. “Aye, you did.”

The sound of his zipper coming down had me panting. The feel of his silky, feverish cock against my slit sent tingles of anticipation through me. Except he didn’t fuck me. The head of his shaft and hard piercing battered against my folds but stayed clear away. One of his hands spread my lips, putting me on full display, while he stroked himself in harsh pulls I couldn’t help but watch over my shoulder.

“Cillian. Fuck me. Please.”