The ride to the club is pure bliss. The wind against my face, the smell of the warm damp asphalt after the recent rain, the wide dark sky overhead, and the lights sweeping past, with the city growing closer and closer.
Saoirse gives me an eager smile as I hand the keys to the motorcycle to the valet. I reach for her hand as we go inside, the woman dressed in latex ushering us in through the curtain, and I glance over at her as she looks around the scene in front of us, much more at ease than she’d been that first time.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask her, and she nods, biting her lower lip with the slightest hint of nerves.
“A gin and tonic,” she says. “And then let’s go upstairs.”
I reach down, squeezing her ass lightly through the tight leather of the dress. “One of these days,” I tell her in a low, husky rumble, “I’m going to have you out here, orgasming and taking my cock in front of everyone playing on the main floor.”
Saoirse flushes that deep, lovely pink that I enjoy seeing so much. “Maybe,” she says with a tiny smile. “But for tonight, we’re going to keep it private.”
“Of course.” I lean down, kissing her lightly, and then go to the bar to collect our drinks.
It’s all very reminiscent of that first night, but so much better. There’s nothing to hold back now, and all the games that we’re playing are because wewantto, not because we’re fighting each other.
I’d thought that I’d never be able to let go of my pride or my stubbornness, never be able to let her see how much I wanted her, for fear that she’d use it against me. But Saoirse has shown that’s not the kind of woman she is—and while I’ll never be able to deny that there’s a cunning side to her, I don’t believe she’ll ever use it against me…not again, anyway.
And I have to admit, I’m glad she did back in London. I’d mourned the loss of my life there, but no more.
What I have instead is so much better.
Saoirse leads me upstairs into the room, and I reach for her, but she backs away with a grin as she takes another sip of her drink and sets it aside.
“Oh no,” she says, her eyes gleaming wickedly. “I have plans for you, Connor McGregor. And for the first part of this, you’re going to do whatIsay.”
“Oh?” I raise an eyebrow at her. “Is that so?”
“You told me that night that you took me to the sex club that you have some fantasies of your own about the tables turning,” Saoirse smirks at me. “About being teased and tortured mercilessly until you begged to come. So we’re going to start withthattonight, and then you can have me however you like. In fact—” she draws out the last word, her pink tongue sliding over her bottom lip seductively, “—I want you to take me in every way you can tonight, Connor. I wanteverything.”
I blink at her, my erection coming back to life full force at the picture that her words paint for me. “Does that mean what I think it does?” I ask her, my hands stroking her waist lightly as I look down into her bright green eyes. “I want to be clear, Saoirse. I want to know that everything we do tonight, you want it as much as I do.”
“I want you in every part of my body, Connor,” Saoirse breathes, going up on her tiptoes to kiss me as she starts to slide my t-shirt up my stomach, fingers brushing over my rock-hard abs. “My mouth.” She tugs the shirt upwards, over my head, tossing it aside as she breathes in, her eyes darkening with lust at the sight of me shirtless. “My pussy.” Her hands go to my belt, yanking it open, her fingers finding my zipper and starting to push my jeans and boxers over my hips. “My ass.”
As she says the last word, she shoves my jeans down, my cock so hard it’s pressed to my abs as she strips me naked and steps back. “And I remember the safeword if it gets to be too much—emerald. But for now, Connor, go sit in that chair over there.”
She points with one manicured fingernail, and my cock throbs as I remember what I told her that night in the London club. I’m half-cursing myself for it now, because I know I’m going to suffer through much more frustrated desire before I’m allowed the release that I’m aching for—but at the same time, my pulse quickens with excited, anticipatory lust. I’m going to enjoy Saoirse teasing and dominating me as much as I’m maddened by it—and she deserves the chance to exert some power over me after every fantasy of mine I’ve bent her to in the past.
I just hope she’s ready for the fucking she’s going to get when I’m done.
I sit in the chair, and Saoirse turns her back to me, sliding down the zipper of her leather dress. When she slips it off and turns towards me, letting me see what she’s wearing, my cock throbs visibly, pre-cum sliding down my shaft as I reach to stroke it.
“No,” Saoirse snaps. “Don’t touchmycock, Connor. You don’t get any pleasure tonight untilIallow it or say I’m done with you.”
She strides towards me, looking more magnificently erotic than I’ve ever seen her. She’s wearing a black leather corset that stops just beneath her breasts, a harness just above it that encircles her bare breasts and upper chest, so that they’re caught in a web of leather, her round flesh and hard pink nipples framed gorgeously. Below the corset is a black silk thong and then nothing else except the thigh-high leather boots, her thick red hair spilling in loose waves over her shoulders.
The chair is a flat, squared velvet loveseat with no arms, the cuffs on the sides of the back so that my arms have to be slightly backward and out of the way. The ankle cuffs are attached to the bottom, and Saoirse quickly and deftly buckles me into it, smiling wickedly as she backs up and takes in the sight of me bound and painfully erect for her pleasure.
“Mm,” she moans softly. “You look fucking gorgeous like that, Connor.”
I can hear the light, teasing mocking in her tone, and I know she’s giving me back as good as I’ve given her in the past. It’s terribly arousing, and as Saoirse starts to touch herself, sliding her hands over her breasts and pinching her nipples, I’m already half-mad with frustrated desire.
“I know you wish it was your hands on my breasts right now, don’t you?” Saoirse asks in a sultry tone, coming to just within touching distance of me—if my hands were free. “God, it feels so good. I love when you pinch my nipples like this.”
I glare at her. “I hope you’re ready for me to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been in your life once you let me out of this chair.”
Saoirse grins. “Maybe,” she purrs. “Or maybe I’ll just use the word, and we’ll go home without your cock ever getting near me tonight.”
The only reason I don’t try to break the cuffs then and there is because I know she’s not serious. Still, my cock lurches at the thought, desperate to be touched.