SAOIRSE
Idon’t know what I expected. Notthat. The leather stings against my flesh as it snaps down, and though I’d sworn in my head that I’d stay silent and defiant, I can’t. I arch backward, yanking against the cuffs on my wrists, yelping as the flogger comes down again. “Ow!” I cry out, and Connor laughs.
Helaughs.
“Stings more than you thought it would, doesn’t it, princess?” He brings down the flogger again. “Christ, your ass turns the most perfect shade of pink.”
Again.
Again.
I struggle against the cuffs, yelping with each strike as Connor spreads them out across each ass cheek, down to the curve of it, the ends of the flogger striking the edge where I sit. I can tell he’s not even putting his full weight behind it—I can’t imagine how it would feel if he were really striking with his entire strength.
“That’s five,” Connor says. “Ready to quit?”
I turn to look at him. His expression is cool, his mouth twitching with humor—and he’s hard as a fucking rock.
Something about seeing him so aroused makes me angry. My ass is burning, and he looks like he’s ready to come in his jeans. He’s enjoying this so much. I toss my head, glaring at him. “I’m no fragileprincess,” I snap at him. “I can take more than that.”
Connor laughs. “Alright then,” he says with a shrug. “Here’s the next five.”
These come down harder. I cry out, jerking backward with each blow, and by the eighth, my eyes are starting to tear up. But at the tenth, as I gasp for breath, something strange happens.
My ass is on fuckingfire, especially since my defiance has made Connor put extra weight behind his blows. But the heat spreads downwards, over my thighs and between them, and I can feel a growing, aching warmth in my pussy, the thong soaked with my desire.
Two more strikes and my clit is throbbing. Three more, and I’m squirming.
By the time he hits twenty, my ass feels raw, and I feel as if I’m going to explode with need. Tears trickle down my cheeks, as much from frustration as pain, my pussy clenching with a need I’ve never felt before, my thighs trembling. For the last three lashes, I arch upwards with each one, my hips grinding uselessly against the bench, seeking some friction for my aching clit. I hear Connor swear softly as he lowers the flogger to his side.
He sets it down and comes to stand behind me. “Fuck,” he whispers, and then I feel his fingers stroke over my folds, pushing the sodden silk of the thong between them. His index finger grazes my clit as he does, and I push shamelessly back against his hand, letting out a moan that’s almost a sob.
“You’re fucking soaked,” Connor groans. “Fuck, Saoirse, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt a pussy this wet.” His fingers slide upwards, rubbing the wet silk over my clit, and I lose the last shred of control I had.
I come harder than I ever have in my life.
The orgasm bursts over me, arching my back as I yank against the cuffs, my ankles jerking wider as I grind shamelessly against his hand, bucking and writhing on his fingers as I let out a sound that’s half-cry, half-moan, my entire body shuddering with the force of my climax. It’s more powerful than any I’ve ever given myself, more powerful than the orgasm in the elevator. I can’t help but wonder even as I come all over Connor’s hand—if he can make me come like this with his fingers, what the hell would his mouth feel like? His cock?
Connor pulls his hand away as my orgasm ebbs, and as I turn my head to look at him, my eyes glassy from pleasure, I see him breathe in my scent. My face flames red, but I see him reach down with his other hand, adjusting his erection as he does.
“You fucking soaked my hand, Saoirse,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust, and I feel so embarrassed that I think I could die.
He sees my face burning red and moves closer to me, reaching down with his other hand to stroke my cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed. That’s a good thing.” His right hand touches my burning ass gently, stroking my reddened skin. “I love how you respond to me.” His fingers stroke lower, toying with my drenched thong, rubbing the swollen folds near my entrance. “I know I can’t be inside you here tonight,” Connor murmurs. “Christ, I want to fuck you, Saoirse. I want to slide my fingers inside you, my tongue, my fucking cock. I want to feel you come around me like you just came on my hand. But not yet.”
I moan, arching against his hand, wanting more. The slick friction of his fingers against my pussy, even just the outside, feels so good. I feel lost in a sea of unfamiliar sensations, everything new, everything strange to me.
“I’m the first man to ever make you come,” Connor says roughly, his fingers sliding between my folds as he tugs the thong aside, circling my entrance. I want to beg him to slide his fingers inside, but I know better. IthinkConnor has the self-control not to take my virginity, not to penetrate me there until promises are made and vows said, but I can’t be sure. And I don’t dare beg for things I can’t allow.
His fingers slide higher, tugging away the strap of my thong, and my eyes go saucer-wide in the instant before his finger presses against my asshole.
“I can’t take you here tonight, either,” Connor rumbles, his voice low and thick with lust. “Have you ever imagined anything here, Saiorse?” His finger rubs against the tight, closed space, and my face burns—at the same moment that a burst of sensation seems to go straight to my pussy as he pushes his finger in the tiniest bit, and I feel a fresh trickle of arousal from my entrance.
“No,” I whisper, both because there’s no point hiding it and because Idefinitelydon’t want him thinking I’m more experienced than I am when it comes to that. I twist my head towards him, suddenly very aware of how restrained I am with my ankles and wrists cuffed to the bench, my skirt around my waist, and every inch of me vibrating with sensation as the tall, ruggedly handsome man at my back pushes his finger deeper into my asshole. “No, I’ve never imagined it.”
“I didn’t think so.” He’s knuckle-deep now, his finger so well-lubed from my arousal that there’s hardly any resistance. My pussy clenches, wanting him to penetrate me there instead, and my clit throbs.
I’ve never imagined anything like how he makes me feel.
“I’ve never done anything,” I whisper. “I kissed Liam twice, and he didn’t kiss me back. You’re my first for everything.” The confession comes out in the silence of the sex-soaked room, a whisper as I arch against his invading finger, more intimate than anything I’ve ever thought of. Connor pushes his finger deeper, and I grind against the padded bench, desperate for more.