Bound and Determined (13 page)

Those must have been the right words because he started to move the way she wanted him to. He drove his cock in deeper, impaling her on its length. “Permission to come, Sir?”

“Because you’re trying to top from the bottom, forgetting who’s the Dom, no. Hold it.”

She breathed deep. She tightened her hands together
and pulled strands of her own hair as a distraction.

He pounded her relentlessly.

He continually smacked her right flank, not hard, but with enough force to mark her, to sting, to make her even crazier with need.

“Sir!”

“Hold it,” he instructed. He smacked her harder.

She tossed her head from side to side.

“Come,” he commaned. He pulled out and drove forward with his entire power.

She cried out his name as the orgasm pulsed through her, her pussy muscles contracting around his big cock. Her face was buried in the mattress and she couldn’t draw a deep breath.

Her pussy was so full, her right hip burned from his slaps. Honestly she’d never had an orgasm like that before, as if drawn from the deepest parts of her.

He traced her spine with his fingertips. “How are you doing?”

“Never better,” she confessed. “Wanting you to come.”

“You can put your hands where you want them,” he told her. “But I want you to bend your knees, more like you’re supporting your weight on your thighs. Keep your legs together. Now lean forward, your forehead on the mattress like before.”

With his hands on her waist he pulled her back a bit and guided her into position. “You must have seen this in a book,” she said. “One I haven’t read.”

He was silent, but she felt him against her entrance again. She stretched her hands in front of her, across the mattress. She grabbed hold of the bedspread when she realised what he was about.

The position was more or less a modified squat, so that would make her passageway a bit smaller, probably tighter.

He eased his fat cockhead inside her. She heard him open the bottle of lube. She froze.

“Trust me. “We’re not going to do anything we haven’t already done.”

“That means that massive thing isn’t going in my bowels?”

“Crude,” he said. “And no, I’ve no intention of shoving my cock in yer arse. Today.”

She shuddered.

“Breathe, little sub.”

“I think you’re too big for me this way.”

“I think you’ll like it.”

He pulled back then eased forward a couple of times. She heard the lube squirt, then felt his finger at her rear.

It was so exquisitely painful that it was total pleasure.

He pressed his thumb forward as he thrust his cock into her.

She drew in a few breaths. She forced herself to uncurl her hands so she would relax more.

He found a gentle rhythm, easing in a bit, pulling back. Going forward, then going back.

“Bear down,” he told her.

Closing her eyes, she did. He penetrated her arse and her pussy completely, simultaneously.

She nearly exploded. His cock was jutting against her G-spot, and it felt as if there were no room. She was completely full of her Dom. “Oh God. Oh God, oh God!”

“You can come any time,” he told her.

She didn’t need any further encouragement. The slide of his steely, silky cock against her insides undid her. Panting, she came.

He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her back a bit as he continued to take her hard.

“I…I’m going to come again.”

“Do.”

His permission, his command was all she needed. She climaxed a second time, her body shuddering with the force. Seconds later, his body went rigid.

“Damn.” The word sounded like a curse as well as an exclamation.

He ejaculated, thrusting into her, holding her imprisoned.

He remained behind her for long moments. Sweat cooled on her back, and he continued to hold her as if she were a cherished lover rather than a lifelong enemy.

It would be so easy to succumb to that. It had been so long since she’d had any affection in her life. And she’d never had it after this kind of passionate sex.

He leaned over and kissed her nape.

“Stay there.” He withdrew his cock from her slowly.

A part of her wondered how long she had to wait until they could do it again. The more rational part of her brain warned that she was getting in too deep with this man.

She was tempted to get up and dress, but she was also mindful of her sore arse that was a result of disobeying him.

Still she turned her head to watch what he was doing.

He discarded the condom and took a small metal plug from the still-open dresser drawer. Oh no. She clenched her buttocks in silent protest.

“Up on all fours,” he instructed. “Spread your knees as far apart as you can and arch your back so your rear sticks up.”

It would be completely obscene, just like he preferred. The man was carnal.

“Lovely,” he said when she got into position, confirming her thoughts.

She’d never been with a man who appreciated a woman’s private area so much. Most men were interested in sex. She’d had the occasional hot pussy-licking, but this man was a connoisseur of a woman’s privates.

“Now relax,” he encouraged, returning to her and grabbing the bottle of lube.

“Easy for you to say.” More than ever she wanted to run.

“This is a smallish one,” he told her, showing her the teardrop-shaped plug. “It’s a beginner’s size.”

A beginner’s size?
Surely he’d never try to put something bigger than that up there. Lord protect her, she never wanted to see the intermediate or advanced sizes.

He brought the plug closer. “We’re skipping some of the others that are for training, because this one is lovely.

 
It’s stainless steel. One of these days we can play with inserting it after I’ve stuck it in ice water. A whole new sensation.”

Her gut contracted just from the threat.

“See the base?”

She blinked. The base was made up of tens of tiny pink crystals, winking in the light. “At the thickest part, this plug is thicker than my finger. I’ve already stretched your anus a bit, so it won’t be a big struggle for you to take it. I’ll work it in an out,” he explained, “until we get it all the way in. We’ll both need a bit of patience, I imagine, for the first time.”

The plane hit a tiny amount of turbulence, nothing that didn’t happen a dozen times during a typical flight, but it served to make her stomach roil even more.

He cupped the plug in his hand. “I’m warming it a bit,” he explained, “so it’s not quite a shock to your insides.”

She swallowed deeply and watched, mesmerised, as he squirted lube onto the plug, taking care that the entire surface was covered. “Push back against it,” he instructed.

She felt the cool wetness at her anus. She wanted to protest that she couldn’t do it. But she wanted to take it, oddly, because it would please him.

With his left hand he grasped her left hipbone, holding her steady. “It will only take a few tries, pushing it in, pulling it out, stretching that sphincter muscle as we go. If you struggle,
m
uirnín
, it will be a much nastier experience.”

How many different endearments did he know? And why did she like hearing them so much. “Hard to imagine how it could be a nastier experience.” She forced herself to breathe, in and out, instead of shallow little pants of panic.

“Work with me.”

She nodded against the bedspread.

“Keep your body in position. Bear down. Try to relax.”

“Yes,” she whispered. Really, for all her fuss, the plug wasn’t that big. And it was lovely. She’d seen pictures online of big thick silicone ones. They weren’t beautiful, like this one. And others were longer, which she knew would be considerably more uncomfortable when she tried to sit.

She promised herself she’d stay in position. Having his finger up her hole hadn’t been as bad as she feared. In fact, she had found the experience added to her sexual pleasure.

But as the unyielding firmness pressed against her tightest space, she pitched her hips forward.

“Steady yourself,” he encouraged her.

She had expected his displeasure, but his soft words encouraged her to just lie there.

“Back into position, sub.”

When she didn’t return to his ordered position, he released his grip on her and delivered a smart smack to her buttock.

“I gave you a command.”

Her eyes filled with tears, she spread her knees apart, arched her back and put her head on the bedspread.

“Reach back,” he told her. “I’ve decided I want you more involved. I want you holding your buttocks apart for me.”

She could safe word out. And for a moment, she was tempted. But really, she told herself, wasn’t the experience worth it? She’d read stories where the Dom had insisted his sub wear a plug and she’d wondered what that felt like.

Slowly and reluctantly, she reached back and spread her cheeks.

“Makes me want to shove my cock in there.”

“You’d tear me apart.”

He laughed. “Shall we see?”

That threat made her decide not to protest the plug. At this point, she was a bit unsure of him. Would he really try that? Now? “Please, Sir, put the plug in my arse.” Anything to avoid the
other
.

“Lord, woman, you’re perfect.”

And he wasn’t focussed on that big dick of his going up there.

He gently eased the tip of the plug in and pulled it back out several times.

“Aye, that’s a good sub.”

Each time, it went a bit deeper, and the stupid plug got a bit thicker.

“Keep breathing, Sinead. Work with me.”

She felt the bigger part of the plug forcing that tight muscle apart.

He pushed firmly. With a barely audible pop, the plug sank home.

She gasped.

“Give it a few seconds. The worst is over.”

The hilt of the plug was surprisingly small, and her sphincter muscle snuggled around it to hold the metal in place.

Within a few seconds, the pain went away almost entirely. Getting the plug in was a challenge, but now that it was there, it wasn’t all that terrible.

“You look beautiful with your arsehole stuffed full just for me.”

She shuddered. The feeling was alien, completely different from having his finger slide in and out during the heat of intercourse. This was a relentless reminder that she was obeying his orders, that he’d declared himself the Dom and she his sub…and that she’d followed along happily.

He went into the small bathroom just off to the side of the bedroom. All the comforts, she realised.

When he returned, he had a damp flannel. Like she was coming to expect, he cleaned her then patted her dry with a second towel.

There was something soothing about this routine. It made her feel cared for.

“You did well,” he told her gently, turning her so that she lay on her back looking up at him.

His approval did strange things to her emotionally. It shouldn’t matter at all. But it did. It made the spanks a badge of honour, it made the nasty plug tolerable.

“You pleased me.”

She wondered, just for a moment, what things might be like if he weren’t a Quinn. What if he were simply a man from back home? What if her family wouldn’t be shocked and appalled if she brought him home?

“I’ll look forward to the rest of the trip knowing you’re wearing my plug.”

“I’m not sure I want to sit on the damn thing.”

He grinned.

He suddenly looked younger, boyishly cheeky. He’d see her discomfort and enjoy it because she suffered for him.

“You should have a look in the mirror,” he told her. “Bend over, spread your legs, and have a look at how sexy it is. See yourself as I see you.”

He helped her from the bed and he held onto her as she maneuverer into position.

The pretty pink crystals sparkled in the overhead light. He was right. It looked pretty and feminine. Even if it felt like a beast.

“Beautiful,” he told her. “Absolutely beautiful.”

As he watched, arms folded across his chest, she got dressed again.

They returned to their seats.

“Something to drink?” Aonghus asked.

She felt a bit embarrassed, wondering if the man realised what they’d been about. But Aonghus behaved as if Jack and his female guest disappearing to the back of the aircraft were a common enough occurrence.

Maybe it was.

That thought made her scowl.

“Scotch,” Jack said. “Neat.”

What did she really know about the man who’d just claimed her? Mayhap he had a woman with him on every flight.

Now that they were in their seats, the thrill of the orgasm wore off and her sanity returned. What was she doing, being perfectly responsive to a Quinn, behaving with wanton abandon, wearing his plug and asking for more? Had she lost her mind? “Red wine, if you have it.” Maybe it would help take the edge off and she could doze. She needed to be rested and have her wits about her as soon as they made it to Ireland.