Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“Count,” he demands, “and ask for another.”
“One,” I gasp. “May I please have another, Sir?”
“That’s my good kitty.”
Before I’m ready, more fire sears my ass. Tears immediately spring to my eyes. I hear murmurs among the crowd, and I want to make Domhnall proud in spite of the pain I can barely breathe through.
“Two,” I whisper, out of breath, barely managing to eke out, “May I have another, Sir?”
“Breathe,” he reminds me, and I suck in a huge breath of air.
I feel a slight tug on the plug inside me as he lifts my tail, exposing the lower half of my ass. He lands another searing smack.
All the air bursts out of me in a screech. I want to cover my ass with my hands, but instead, I clutch the bench pad.
He leans in, his next words only for me. “You’re such a good, good girl, aren’t you? My good, precious girl. My marks are so fucking beautiful on you.”
Tears streak down my face as my veins start to light up. My ass glows with heat as Domhnall skims his fingertips over the flesh he just marked.
“I’m so fucking hard right now. Everyone’s staring. For once I won’t blindfold you, curious kitty.”
I take full advantage of his permission to look. I turn my head over my shoulder and stare down his chiseled abs to the taut V as he kicks his boots off. He shoves his jeans down and shucks them off, too, exposing his heavy, gorgeously engorged cock. Holy shit. I’ve felt it before, but this is the first time I’m seeing it.
“I want it inside me,” I say immediately, still staring. He’s said I’m his several times and there was that time by the pool with the cucumber… but I finally want him to claim my body with his.
He chuckles and bends low, chest to my back, so low that his cock swings between my legs. I feel it knock against my sex and am immediately wet. What I don’t expect is for the pain of my fresh marks bumping against Domhnall’s groin to mix with how turned on I’m getting.
Domhnall and I are naked, and his dick is between my legs.
In public, for all these people to see. Holy shit.
He didn’t blindfold me. He wanted me to see his cock. He wanted me to be able to see everyone watching us. He knew it would turn me on.
We’re different sides of the same coin, I swear. It makes me clench even as I see several people pleasuring themselves lazily while they watch on. One woman has a pet of her own tightly leashed, one leg up on a stool as her pet in a doggy mask nuzzles at her sex with his tongue.
I’m yanked back into my own scene when Domhnall spanks me. He’s being careful not to make contact with any of the spots he hit with the cane. I finally got an eye on number ten, and it’s a wicked little thin piece of wood currently cast to the floor.
“Bend over, let’s see that cunt,” Domhnall says, louder. His hand on my back guides me to flatten out on the bench so my ass is fully extended to the crowd.
“Swish that lil’ tail. You’re me slutty feckin’ kitty, arn’t ya? O-aah, ya can’t wait for me to stuff ya full of me cock. We all see yur creamin’ fur me. It’s drippin’ down yur leg, ain’t it? I said… wider.”
He spanks me again, making my entire sex jiggle. Between that and the filthy demands coming out in his deep, throaty brogue, I’m panting and clenching and whining on the bench. He’s right. I am dripping down my leg, he’s got me so turned on.
I love every side of this twisted fucking man. I love that he can be vulnerable enough to shake and fight his demons while bent, arms around me and head burrowed against my stomach. And I love the filthy Irish lad here calling out the raunchiest demands for everyone to hear. Every shadowed, lonely bit inside me feels lit up as I see him and feel so fully seen in return.
“Fuck,” he calls out, as if it’s a confession, “if ya only knew how many nights I’ve dreamed of rammin’ ya full. Of wreckin’ ya. Of destroyin’ ya.”
He leans in, his voice a ragged, rumbling growl in my ear. “Of absolutely ruinin’ you.”
Fuck. Oh god. Yes. “Ruin me,” I gasp back.
I think for sure that then, surely then, I’ll feel the weight of his back as he finally mounts me, but—
Instead his wicked fingers drop between my legs to dance across my clit. My breath catches. Please, I beg silently. Oh please don’t tease me more. I need it. I need you inside me.
But Domhnall’s sadism is an itch that will be scratched.