The McGilley Trilogy (36 page)

“You obeyed that order with no problem, sugar, but let’s see how you do with this one. Pull down your jeans and panties and park yourself face down over my lap.”

Anna couldn’t stop her eyes from bulging in surprise just as she couldn’t stop the flood of juices seeping from her pussy and soaking her panties. She had come too far, had wanted this for too long and had sacrificed too much to get to this point to back down now. With shaking fingers, her eyes on his defiantly, she unsnapped her jeans before slowly lowering the zipper. Hoping he wasn’t turned off by the size of her ass, she pushed the denim and her plain bikini panties down to mid-thigh then quickly lay over his lap before he could see her mortification.

Son of a bitch
, Donovan thought as she did exactly as he had ordered. One of his fantasies of the past week was happening right now, and as he stared down at the perfection of her lily white round buttocks, he felt his mouth water with the need to touch her. It was obvious this was something she had given a lot of thought to, possibly done more research on than spending that short time in the club observing, and just that quickly his anger at his inability to dissuade her was replaced by the desire to show her the pleasure she had obviously been missing out on. The sight of the end of one of her scars peeking out from her shirt, stopping at the top of her ass, made him want to show her how a little pain, administered just right in the right place, could have her screaming in pleasure instead of agony.

Running one finger very lightly over the puckered flesh, ignoring the way she stiffened, he said, “I’m going to show you the difference between the agony of this pain and the pleasure of this pain.” He brought his hand down sharply on her right cheek and before she could gasp in surprise, he was rubbing the offending mark with a soothing caress. “You have a bright red spot on your white cheek and the sight of it makes my cock itch to be inside you.” He jerked his cock against her soft stomach and was rewarded with her quiet moan and the loosening of her stiff body.

The vulnerability she had been experiencing over her position had faded with that slap, replaced almost instantly with a surge of heat between her legs as the slight sting on her ass increased her arousal tenfold. His hand stroking her buttock made her shudder with longing, but for what exactly she wasn’t sure. She had never imagined her ass could be such an erogenous zone, but from the way her pussy was swelling, she was discovering the pleasure that area could give her.

The next slap jarred her out of the lull of complacency she had slipped into and she cried out more in surprise than pain. He quickly followed up with another soothing caress, but this one didn’t last as long, another jarring smack came all too quickly. Smack, caress, smack, caress, the repetition came in a steady rhythm while his other hand rubbed up and down her back, his fingers kneading her muscles, keeping her as pliant as softened warm wax when she wanted to tense up.

“Your ass looks fucking awesome,” Donovan rasped as he gazed at the dark pink color covering both buttocks now, the warmth of her skin under his palm making him itch to feel a similar warmth surrounding his cock. He could see her cream seeping from her swollen folds, coating her thighs in invitation, an invite he had no intention of taking her up on. This was for her, his sacrifice to help atone for the pain someone else had caused her.

He followed the next, harder swat with a slow inspection of those damp folds, barely entering between them, just enough to confirm she was enjoying what he was doing. When her vaginal walls clutched at the tip of his finger, he smiled and pulled back to land another sharp crack on her left cheek. “Not yet, Anna. I’ll let you know when you can come.”

Anna swore under her breath in frustration. Her arousal had never been so high, so out of control. Her ass burned, her cheeks throbbed and the dull ache that encompassed her whole backside speared downward to her pussy, setting that neglected part of her on fire with a need so strong she felt she could explode with just the slightest touch.

“Donovan, please, what are you doing to me?”

“I’m giving you a taste of what you said you wanted to experience.” His next slap was lighter followed by kneading her soft flesh until she was moaning and grinding her hips against his muscled thigh. Chuckling at her response, he said, “You like that. You have a very sensitive ass, sugar. I like that.”

Turning her head, she glared up at him through her curtain of red hair, the spark in her grey eyes clearly visible. “I never knew I did until now. I swear, if you don’t let me come I’m going to…” she trailed off, unsure exactly what she would do.

“You’re going to wait, that’s what you’re going to do,” he told her sternly as he landed a harder blow in the middle of her buttocks. “Because we’re doing this my way. Sex, any kind of sex with me, is always on my terms, Anna.” Donovan released a barrage of smacks over both buttocks, some sharp, some lighter, until she was writhing enough to topple off his lap. Using his other hand to knead her now red hot flesh, he slipped his right hand between her legs and stroked her wet seam again.

Anna shuddered with longing, her face feeling as red as her ass as she lifted against his hands in a silent plea for more. When he penetrated her with two fingers she moaned loud and long, clamping her muscles around him in an effort to hold him in her. It had been over two years since she had sex, a long time since she had felt anything stroking her with the intention of giving her pleasure, and she almost wept with the pleasure of being filled again, even with fingers she felt were much smaller than the hard, thick cock poking her stomach.

When he just stroked her sheath, finger fucked her with slow precision, studiously avoiding any contact with her clit, his other hand making a constant thorough exploration of her aching buttocks, she bit her lip in frustration and whimpered in aching need. “Please,” she whispered so low she didn’t think he could hear her until he answered.

“All right, Doc, you’ve been a good student, especially for a newbie.” In truth, Donovan didn’t think he could hold back much longer himself. He was dying to see her splinter apart, and with just a light graze over her clit, she did just that. Her pussy clamped tightly around his fingers, her juices soaking not only his fingers but his hand and down to his wrist as her climax erupted in a heated gush.

Anna’s entire body exploded with heat and light followed by pleasure so consuming it sent the past receding until all that remained was the white hot ecstasy filling her. Forget everything she had read and saw, nothing came close to describing the incredible feeling sweeping her to a place she never wanted to leave. She felt her hips jerking against his marauding hand and heard her voice crying out hoarsely, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was she had finally achieved a climax that made the wait worthwhile.

Chapter Twenty Two

That whole scene had backfired on him and Donovan wasn’t sure how he felt about it. Watching Anna wriggle into her jeans, covering up that still pink enticing ass, he was tempted to release his cock and urge her to her knees in front of him.
It would be only fair,
he thought rather cynically, as she was the one who caused his discomfort. Watching her come apart over his lap had affected him stronger than he would have ever imagined. He could have sworn she would balk at his dictate, and when she didn’t he couldn’t have foreseen the impact bringing her so much pleasure she cried out with it would have on him.

Anna deserved pleasure, an abundance of it
, he thought as she covered the tail end of her scars with her jeans. He wondered what she’d do now that she had gotten a taste of what she had been fantasizing about. He hadn’t changed his mind about fucking her. One over the knee encounter definitely didn’t prepare her for a round of hard fucking with him. But he wasn’t sure, now that she had a taste of the forbidden and liked it, that she would let his refusal stop her from moving forward. When she turned back around and faced him with the normally benign look in her grey eyes replaced with excitement and expectancy, he knew she wouldn’t. Her breathless plea confirmed it.

“Now will you take me to the club?” Anna was still pulsing from her climax, the lingering pleasure humming through her body, making her ache for more. For those few brief seconds of ecstasy she had been able to forget all the heartache and pain of the past and simply bask in the moment. Donovan’s guarded look didn’t bode well for any future encounters with him, but she wasn’t about to let that stop her when she had finally managed one of those awesome orgasms she had only read about before now.

“No.” Holding up his hand to forestall her complaint, he added sternly, “You’re not ready for play at the club, especially with me. But as you just experienced, I can give you pleasure and new experiences without taking you to the club and I’m willing to continue doing that.”

“But you won’t fuck me. Why?”

Donovan clenched his jaw, refusing to go into the reasons he only had sex at the club, and only with women who were not only experienced in submitting to his demands but who enjoyed being taken hard more often than not. It wasn’t that he never took a woman with slower gentleness, it was just that his need for sex was the highest when his demons were riding him, and there was no way he would subject a woman with an abusive background to his rough demands.

“You’re not the only one with a past you don’t want to share. Believe me, Anna, you’ll come screaming again with what I can do to and for you without fucking you.”

Anna didn’t doubt it, and it was a start, but more than that, it was a challenge. She wanted Donovan to be the one to show her everything she had been craving and missing, but she was only willing to go along with his restrictions for so long. “Okay, but if we don’t go to the club…”

“Come to my house tomorrow evening,” Donovan found himself offering quickly. He had never brought a woman to his home before, rarely entertained anyone there except his brothers, but it was where he was most at ease and where he would have plenty of room and options for tormenting that lush body. Of course, from the way his cock was still hard and pressing persistently against his zipper, a trip to the club tonight was definitely a must before he could even contemplate what to do with her tomorrow without fucking her.

Anna agreed, and as Donovan rose and walked her out to her truck, both of them were wondering what they had just gotten themselves into.

He watched Donovan hold the truck door open for Dr. Kingston, his look filled with contempt for the couple. After remembering he had left one of the pitchforks embedded in a bale of hay instead of hung safely back on the wall, he had actually felt guilty and worried over someone getting hurt. Telling the guys he had to return to the stables to fix something, he had started inside through the side door just in time to hear a woman crying out in obvious pleasure. Anger that had been dormant this past week rose quickly to the surface. Damn it, none of the McGilley’s deserved the relationships they were forming, not when he was alone in the world and they already had each other.

Swearing under his breath, he waited outside until the Doc drove away and he saw Donovan heading towards his house. Entering the stables, he couldn’t help but stop and stroke some of the mares and from peeking in on the newcomer. Everyone had been worried about Belle, she was such a sweet natured horse, and word of her difficult, early delivery had spread quickly. They were all glad to hear both had pulled through and looking at the colt now, he was particularly glad Belle’s accident hadn’t done any lasting harm. After replacing the pitchfork, wondering where all this sense of responsibility was coming from, he vowed to find a way to put a wedge in the relationships the McGilley’s were forming.

A few hours later Donovan entered the second floor private club from the back deck entrance, his eyes widening in surprise at the bright display of Christmas decorations. A six foot decked out tree stood in the corner to his right, small LED lights in red, gold and green flashing on and off, a bright star perched on top. Greenery decorated the non-alcoholic bar top while ceramic ginger bread houses, snowmen, angels and Santa’s sat atop tables. A scowl on his face, Donovan searched out his brothers for an explanation.

Brett spotted Donovan the same time he saw him and had to bite back the smile that threatened at his look. Meeting him halfway across the room, his hand holding tight to Kayla’s, he knew what had his youngest brother irritated.

“I haven’t heard from you all week. What’ve you been up to besides babysitting that new foal?”

“I’ve been busy. Is this your doing?” Donovan asked Kayla.

Kayla grinned, unfazed by his attitude. “Olivia helped me. Are you always a scrooge this time of year, or are you in a bad mood tonight?”

Donovan was in a bad mood, but it was because he was afraid his invitation to Anna to come to his house tomorrow night was going to backfire on him just like his demonstration in his office had earlier. That and he liked his club the way it was. Looking at Brett who didn’t seem put out by the frivolous décor, he simply muttered, “Bite me,” and, spotting Crystal, strode in her direction, Kayla’s laughing comment following him.

“He’s says that a lot, doesn’t he?”

“Oh, yeah,” Brett answered dryly.

Crystal’s smile was more than welcoming despite the scowl he knew he still wore. Cocking his head, he asked her bluntly, “You want to play?”

That was Donovan,
Crystal thought with humor
, blunt and to the point
. It was a good thing she was horny and liked his way of taking her hard and fast. “I just got here and haven’t hooked up yet, so yes, I’m all yours for as long as you want me.”

The way he was feeling, that could be most of the night, he reflected as he took her hand and led her to an empty area on the wall bench. She had her top off by the time they reached the bench and he wasted no time taking a succulent nipple into his mouth and pulling strongly on that tender bud with his lips and teeth. With a low moan, she leaned into him, pressing her breast against his mouth, practically begging for more. Releasing that nipple with a plop, he turned his attention to the other one while slipping his hand under her short skirt to find bare soft flesh. Gripping her right buttock, he kneaded that round softness as he pushed her nipple to the roof of his mouth, stroking it over and over before turning it loose to nip at it with his teeth.