and off.
“But if you’d prefer me without it, you only have to ask, Mistress.” He emphasized the last word as he dropped his towel onto the floor.
Sinead swallowed. She was tempted to reach out and touch him right now, to feel the strength of the hard muscles beneath his skin. She wanted to command him to kiss her, to put his hands on her and take her as fiercely and as passionately as he had done the previous evening.
For the next two days she was his Mistress. He was hers to command and to touch and to take whenever and however she pleased. Behind the thick toweling robe her nipples formed two hard points, and the ache between her thighs brought back unsettling memories of the night before.
Sinead blushed when she remembered how she had surrendered to him. She was fooling herself if she thought for one moment that she was in command here. Niall was teasing her, offering her the illusion that she was in control. The reality was that she was out of her depth.
He stalked towards her with the supple grace of a panther. “How may I serve my Mistress this morning?”
With deft fingers, he untied her belt, tugged it free and dropped it onto the bed. His broad hands slipped beneath the collar of her robe and he massaged her shoulders gently before dropping a feather light kiss at the base of her throat. She caught the scent of shampoo in his still-damp hair and inhaled, her resolve weakening by the second.
“Like this?” His voice rumbled against her breast before his wicked tongue flicked against one erect nipple, sending a sizzling spark of lust straight to her core.
“Or maybe like this?” Niall’s mouth fastened on the tender peak and sucked hard. She tangled her fingers in his hair, drawing him closer, arching into his embrace.
He pushed the robe from her shoulders and it fell to the carpeted floor. Niall stroked the length of her back before reaching her hips. He pushed her onto the unmade bed and cradled her with his large frame, allowing her to feel his urgent need. Niall bit down lightly on her breast and she cried out. He licked the mark gently, before turning his attention to her other breast. She rubbed against him, relishing the sensation of his shaft against her belly, aching for the moment when he would drive them both to ecstasy.
Dizzily, she clung to him. How could his touch always to this to her? What sort of a Mistress was she? She hadn’t managed to resist him for more than two minutes. How was she going to pass herself off as a Dominatrix if she fell apart the moment he touched her? If she couldn’t pull this off, she would never find her sister or the stone.
“Stop!” She managed to gasp out the word.
Niall froze and pulled away immediately, a questioning look on his face.
She put as much sternness into her voice as she could muster. “You are a very bad slave. I didn’t say that you could play. Now, kneel and wait.”
The twinkling laughter in his eyes didn’t do much for her confidence, but he slid off the bed slowly and knelt.
“Good.” She sat up and inched to the edge of the bed. Reaching out, she stroked his hair, showing him that she was pleased with him.
He leaned closer, pressing a kiss against her belly and nuzzled her damp skin. With a slow, hot lick, he collected a droplet of water and then another, licking her dry. One arm drew her closer while his other hand stroked her thigh. In a move she hadn’t expected, he lifted her leg over his shoulder, opening her to him. The rumble of amusement against her core sent another flash of heat through her. Niall had her exactly where he wanted her.
As she clung to his broad shoulders, his tongue lapped at her tender flesh. She caught a glimpse of herself in the antique mirror above the bed. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bright with passion. Long red hair fell in a tangle down her back. She looked wanton.
His mouth fastened on her clit, suckling hard and she cried out again. Sinead
“But if you’d prefer me without it, you only have to ask, Mistress.” He emphasized the last word as he dropped his towel onto the floor.
Sinead swallowed. She was tempted to reach out and touch him right now, to feel the strength of the hard muscles beneath his skin. She wanted to command him to kiss her, to put his hands on her and take her as fiercely and as passionately as he had done the previous evening.
For the next two days she was his Mistress. He was hers to command and to touch and to take whenever and however she pleased. Behind the thick toweling robe her nipples formed two hard points, and the ache between her thighs brought back unsettling memories of the night before.
Sinead blushed when she remembered how she had surrendered to him. She was fooling herself if she thought for one moment that she was in command here. Niall was teasing her, offering her the illusion that she was in control. The reality was that she was out of her depth.
He stalked towards her with the supple grace of a panther. “How may I serve my Mistress this morning?”
With deft fingers, he untied her belt, tugged it free and dropped it onto the bed. His broad hands slipped beneath the collar of her robe and he massaged her shoulders gently before dropping a feather light kiss at the base of her throat. She caught the scent of shampoo in his still-damp hair and inhaled, her resolve weakening by the second.
“Like this?” His voice rumbled against her breast before his wicked tongue flicked against one erect nipple, sending a sizzling spark of lust straight to her core.
“Or maybe like this?” Niall’s mouth fastened on the tender peak and sucked hard. She tangled her fingers in his hair, drawing him closer, arching into his embrace.
He pushed the robe from her shoulders and it fell to the carpeted floor. Niall stroked the length of her back before reaching her hips. He pushed her onto the unmade bed and cradled her with his large frame, allowing her to feel his urgent need. Niall bit down lightly on her breast and she cried out. He licked the mark gently, before turning his attention to her other breast. She rubbed against him, relishing the sensation of his shaft against her belly, aching for the moment when he would drive them both to ecstasy.
Dizzily, she clung to him. How could his touch always to this to her? What sort of a Mistress was she? She hadn’t managed to resist him for more than two minutes. How was she going to pass herself off as a Dominatrix if she fell apart the moment he touched her? If she couldn’t pull this off, she would never find her sister or the stone.
“Stop!” She managed to gasp out the word.
Niall froze and pulled away immediately, a questioning look on his face.
She put as much sternness into her voice as she could muster. “You are a very bad slave. I didn’t say that you could play. Now, kneel and wait.”
The twinkling laughter in his eyes didn’t do much for her confidence, but he slid off the bed slowly and knelt.
“Good.” She sat up and inched to the edge of the bed. Reaching out, she stroked his hair, showing him that she was pleased with him.
He leaned closer, pressing a kiss against her belly and nuzzled her damp skin. With a slow, hot lick, he collected a droplet of water and then another, licking her dry. One arm drew her closer while his other hand stroked her thigh. In a move she hadn’t expected, he lifted her leg over his shoulder, opening her to him. The rumble of amusement against her core sent another flash of heat through her. Niall had her exactly where he wanted her.
As she clung to his broad shoulders, his tongue lapped at her tender flesh. She caught a glimpse of herself in the antique mirror above the bed. Her face was flushed and her eyes were bright with passion. Long red hair fell in a tangle down her back. She looked wanton.
His mouth fastened on her clit, suckling hard and she cried out again. Sinead
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