“Wherever I choose,” he says darkly, but at the flash of fear he sees in my face, his softens slightly.
He slides his fingers beneath my chin, tilting it up, so I’m forced to look up at him. “I’m not going to throw you into the deep end for my own desires, Saoirse, even if I know you’re testing me tonight with these games. Youwillbend to some of them unless you say the word, and Iwilltake my pleasure with you tonight—with your virginity in mind, of course,” he adds. “But I won’t hurt you.”
“I want to know what it is you want,” I manage. “I want you to show me—”
“I know you do. But there are some things you can’t take on your first night.” He reaches out then, plucking the flogger from the cabinet, swiftly reaching down, retrieving something else from the drawer. “Now go to the bench, Saoirse, and bend over it.”
I hesitate, and his eyes darken. “In this room, until you safeword, I am your master. Youwillobey me, Saoirse. Do as I say.”
I’m trembling, but I obey. The fear only seems to add to my increasing arousal, and I can feel the tiny silk thong clinging to my folds damply, my inner thighs sticky from how wet I am. I hear Connor’s footsteps behind me, my heart pounding in my chest, and I’m terrified and turned on all at once.
I haven’t thought this through,I realize with another throb of fear as I reach the bench and bend forward over it, the dress molding tightly against my ass and thighs.Is he going to see me naked? Am I going to see him? What else will he ask me to do tonight?
Connor kneels down behind me, and I feel his hand close around my ankle as he pulls it to one side, a leather cuff wrapping around it as he buckles first one and then the other, spreading my legs wide. “Is this too tight?” he asks, and I shake my head, unable to speak.
“Say yes, or no, sir.” His voice cuts through the air like the crack of a whip, and I shudder.
“No, sir,” I whisper, and as the words I never thought I’d say to him pass my lips, I feel a throb of heat between my legs as my pussy floods with desire.
Connor sucks in a breath. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and I feel another shudder ripple down my spine. “Now reach behind you,” he continues, “and pull your skirt up to your waist so I can see that pretty ass of yours. All the way up, and then put your hands in front of you again.”
My heart pounds in my chest.This is it.The first moment that Connor, thatany man, will see a part of me bare. My legs are spread so wide by the cuffs that I know he’ll see my pussy too—the thong is too tiny, the fabric too soaked, my folds too swollen with arousal for me to be really covered any longer.
I could say the word.
But my hands are already reaching behind me, pulling up my skirt for my own punishment as Connor watches, and my face flames red.
“God, you look fucking gorgeous,” he growls as I obey. “You have the ass of a goddess.” He smooths one hand over the bare flesh as I tremble, stroking the curve of it as I yank the skirt up to my waist and then obediently return my hands to the front.
When Connor circles around in front of me to cuff my wrists the way he did my ankles, his cock is directly at eye level. I get a full view of just how hard he is, how thick and long, straining so fiercely against the denim of his jeans that they’re practically molded to the shape of him.
“I’ve wanted to spank your ass since the moment you got me up to your room, and I realized you’d tricked me,” Connor murmurs as he kneels down, cuffing my wrists as he looks into my eyes. “And now I’m going to do it, Saoirse. I’m going to give you twenty lashes with that flogger on your ass, little princess, and we’ll see if you can take it.” He pauses, reaching up to run his thumb over my lower lip. “Remember, no matter how much you beg me to stop, I won’t unless you say the word. Make sure that’s what you want, if you do. Once you say it, we leave. The night is over. I’ll take you back to the hotel and deposit you at your chaste hotel room and see you on the flight to Dublin.”
He stands up then, circling around behind me, and his hand touches my ass once more before he reaches up, letting the tails of the flogger trail over my cool skin. “Ready?” he asks.
And then the first blow falls.