I drop the belt, kneel on the bed beside her, and fist her hair, yanking her head back. I shake my head.
“You don’t tell me what to do, lass.”
She gulps, her mouth dropping open when I pull her hair even harder.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“The truth.”
She whimpers, fighting with herself, then finally moans.
“Fine, then,” she whispers. “I like it when you punish me. I crave the pain you give me.” Her voice is hoarse and tremulous. “And I’ve missed you so.”
Her admission that she’s missed me makes me soften a little. I kiss her cheek, and her eyelashes flutter closed like dancing butterflies.
“Missed you, too, beautiful.”
I release her hair and embrace her from behind, her naked, trembling body against my fully clothed one, her breasts cupped in my hands, my cock straining against her heated, punished arse. I love the exchange of power between us. I love that she gives this to me, or more accurately, that she makes me fight for it.
“I’ll finish this punishment, McKenna.” I unzip my trousers and take out my stiff cock and groan as I glide it across her heated arse. “I missed you, too.”
I roll on a condom and without preamble, plunge my stiff cock between her legs and impale her in one vicious, savage thrust. She screams, then moans, as I thrust in and out. Her slick pussy hugs my cock as fuck her.
I don’t even remember what the fuck we argued about last time, but I’m sure it was something stupid. What I wouldn’t give to stop this endless on and off again cycle. This time, we’ll make it work, I think, as I slam my cock into her, relishing the sound of flesh on flesh and her pretty, helpless moans.
I thrust in and out, chasing my release, until I come so hard I throw my head back and roar through my release. She pushes against me as if she’s fueled herself by my pleasure. She grinds against me, on the edge of climaxing herself as I milk every spasm of ecstasy.
But her punishment isn’t over yet.
I pull out.
“Tully,” she whimpers, her eyes meeting mine a little surprised. She’s not yet sated, sagging in the bonds, waiting for relief. “Please—”
“I told you I’d finish your punishment.” I zip my trousers back up, and reach for my leather jacket on the chair. “And I will. You’ll wait for yours.”
“Tully!”
I slam the door behind me on my way out.
It’d be a dick move, if I didn’t know she loved exactly this, being used, dominated, hanging on a string, waiting for me. She’ll come harder when I end her punishment. She always does.
I go to the bar and order two shots. Lachlan and Tiernan are gone, but Boner and Cormac are at the bar in here. Boner’s tall and thin, covered in so much ink it’s hard to remember the true color of his skin. With a shaved head and eyes that dance, he never sits still. Cormac’s large and muscled, the biggest member of our Clan. He’s got a heavy beard reminiscent of our Viking ancestors, and a heavy brow that’s frequently furrowed in concern. He carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, and it sometimes shows.
Cormac’s Aileen’s beside him, her hand on his thigh and his arm around her neck.
“Y’alright, Tully?” Cormac asks.
I nod. “Excellent.”
“Thought you were meeting McKenna tonight?”
I nod. “I am.”
He gives me a knowing look and doesn’t ask any more questions.
“Need you back at the compound when you’re done here,” he says in a low voice. “Looks like maybe goddamn Scots causing issues at the border.”
Fuck. We haven’t had trouble with the Scots in ages.
“When?”
“Keenan says an hour.” Keenan’s Clan Chief, the eldest McCarthy brother. I look at my phone. I’ve missed two calls and three texts from him. Jesus. I hate carrying this stupid thing with me. He hates when I miss his call.
“Thanks for that,” I say, tipping one shot into my mouth. He nods.
“Any time, brother. You bringing her back with you tonight?”
His eyes twinkle, the wanker. He knows I don’t bring girls home, most especially this one.
“Fuck off, brother.”
His booming laugh makes his wife giggle as I turn my back to them and head back to the room, my mind preoccupied with all things McKenna.
Ever since I met her at St. Albert’s, the Clan finishing school, I’ve been taken with her. She’s smart as a fucking whip, witty and brilliant. Far as I can gather she’s