Ryan seized Marie’s wrists behind her back as she faced his huge king-sized bed. The room was dark, with only light from the hallway slicing through the doorway.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, releasing his hold on her. “On your knees.”
She started to turn her head to look over her shoulder at him, but he said, “Did I say you could turn around?”
She paused. “No.” She side-eyed him, noting his uniform and the Garda countenance written on his face.
“I caught that glance. Face the opposite wall. Don’t look at me again unless I tell you to, or there will be consequences.”
She let out a snort of amused protest.
A slap stung her ass.
She yelped and reached behind her to soothe her smarting skin. “Ryan, I…”
“It’s Officer Conway, Miss Ward. Now get on your knees.” He gave her a small shove. It wasn’t enough to hurt, but it told her he meant business.
A thrill of arousal shot through her core. No one had ever got away with bossing her around.
“Yes, sir.” She crawled onto the soft mattress. Her long damp hair trailed alongside her face. Her breasts hung heavy from her chest. “Like this?”
“Spread your legs.”
She complied.
“Now rest your cheek on the mattress and place your hands behind your back.”
She settled her head on the sheet and gripped her right wrist with her left hand in the small of her back. A stray lock of hair fell into her eyes. She started to reach toward her face to brush it away, but another smack landed on her behind. She jerked in surprise. Shit. That hurt.
“Did I tell you to move?” Ryan’s voice was low, commanding and so hot she thought she might come from the sound of it.
“No, but…”
“Then, don’t move, Miss Ward.”
She replaced her hand behind her back once more. The itch from the lock of hair along her cheek began to consume her attention. Her nose pressed into Ryan’s linen catching his musky scent. She took a long, deep inhale, trying to distract her attention from the tickle on her face. Then, she tried flicking her head as subtly as she could.
Ryan spanked her again.
She sucked in a breath.
“I’m not kidding when I tell you to not move, Miss Ward.” The fingertips of one hand landed on her smarting skin and began to caress.
The touch felt exquisite. She wanted to arch her hips and press into his palm, but she didn’t dare. She didn’t want another slap. Ryan’s slaps had a serious bite.
His hot breath landed on her skin as if his mouth was millimeters away from her. Next, came his mouth, kissing softly over each butt cheek.
Exquisite. She held her breath, trying hard not to move. Her arms began to ache from their position on her back.
He continued kissing and caressing her, moving his face down between her thighs. He nipped her with his teeth.
Pleasure coursed through her from the combined bite of his teeth, coupled with his soft kisses. She wanted to writhe but stayed as still as she could. The lock of hair began to drive her crazy. She scrunched up her face.
The tinkle of metal caught her ears, followed by the rasp of his zipper. A swoosh, like a belt, slipped free of his belt loops, followed.
He’s not going to spank me with his belt, is he? She tensed.
“Relax, Miss Ward,” he said.
A flutter of cloth landed softly on the carpet. Ryan straddled her, letting his thick, hard erection land in the crack between her butt cheeks.
She hissed in a breath, hoping breathing wasn’t cause for punishment.
Something cool and supple trailed along her spine like he dragged his belt along her skin.
She let out a moan.
He thwacked her softly with his belt.
She sucked in a breath.
“Moaning counts as moving,” he said, increasing the intensity of the belt slaps.
She imagined her skin all red from the slap. Closing her eyes, she held her breath and tried not to move.
He scooted down and softly kissed her sore skin again. His erection dangled along her thigh.
I want him inside of me. The intense want became unbearable.
His hand landed on her inner thigh and caressed. Then, he slid two fingers up and down her silken folds. “You’re so wet, Miss Ward. Did I make you this wet?”
This is a trick. If I answer, he’ll slap me again. She pressed her lips together.
“Answer me, Miss Ward. The rules of the game are simple. I make a request, you comply. Got it?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“So, are you wet for me?”
“God, yes.” Her core ached for him to enter.
He massaged her clit.
She longed to wiggle into his touch, to get his fingers, anything, inside of her. But, in keeping with the rules, she stayed still, barely breathing.
His fingers slid toward her core and slipped inside.
Oh, God, she silently moaned, gritting her teeth together.
He pumped his fingers in and out several times and then slipped them free, circling her clit again.
Her arousal grew until she felt like she’d explode. “I want to come, Ryan. Please let me come.”
Slap. Another stinging blow landed on her backside.
She rolled her lips between her teeth.
Next, he blew on her smarting skin and continued to stroke her engorged clit.
She bit her lip to keep from orgasming. The sensation thrumming through her body was intense.
Finally, when she didn’t think she could take it anymore, he said, “Release your hands and get on your hands and knees. I’m going to let you come.”
She scrambled into position, arching her back for easy entrance.
He fit the head of her cock at her entrance.
She writhed, backing into him.
With one, quick thrust, he was in. “Sweet Jesus, Marie. Touch yourself.” He gripped her hips with his strong hands.
She reached between her legs and rubbed her swollen flesh.
Ryan rocked wildly into her. His fingers dug into her skin.
She came almost instantly, exploding around his cock in one mind-numbing orgasm. “Oh, Ryan,” she cried.
“Marie. Here I come, baby.” He let out a lion’s roar of a groan and let loose inside of her, bucking wildly. Then, he stilled for a moment, holding her hips in place. “Jesus,” he breathed. He guided her onto her back and gazed into her eyes. “Well?” he said, his lips curving into a smile.
“Well, what, Officer Conway? I can barely speak.” She fingered his warm arm.
“I’ve thought a lot of things about this moment,” he said, stretching out beside her. “But I never thought I’d come so hard.”
She laughed. “Me, neither. I’m going to like getting to know this new side of you. Who knew you’d be a beast in bed?”
He stroked her messy hair. “I’ve fantasized about you a time or two,” he said. “Scoured the internet for ways to please you. I’ve got lots of ideas I’d like to try.”
“That sounds fantastic. I’ve got ideas, too. But first,” she said, dreamily, her eyelids fluttering closed. “Let’s rest. Then I’ll be up for round two.” She tucked her head in the crook of his arm, caressing his warm, strong body and drifted into the best rest of her lifetime.