I wrinkle my brow in confusion.
I wasn’t aware that I had been up until he said it. I’ve tried to maintain a cold barrier between us, but I guess being face down and ass up, waiting to be spanked, opens up old resentments that prohibit me from keeping my mouth shut.
“If me speaking my mind offends you, then maybe you should double how many slaps you intend to give me.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Maybe I don’t care.”
“Hmm. I think you do.”
God, I wish he didn’t hum like that. It makes other parts of my body tingle. Parts that have no right doing so.
With one hand, he restarts his soothing massage on the butt cheek that I’m sure has his five large fingers imprinted on it, while his other begins to sneak up my inner thigh.
“What… what…” I stammer, aghast, when he’s mere inches away from the apex of my thighs. “What… are you doing?”
“Proving you wrong.”
I suck in a breath when warm fingers begin to sink into my folds. I start to thrash on his lap, needing him to pull his hand away from my core before he finds proof of how much he affects me.
“Shh, acushla. Be still. This is going to end quicker than you think. Trust me.”
Trust?
Can that word even exist between us?
Especially with the circumstances we find ourselves in?
Highly unlikely.
Unfortunately, no matter how much I try to pull myself off him, the strenuous endeavor ends up being pointless. Tiernan is just too strong to loosen his grip on me. The robe has also slipped enough off my head that I now can see my nemesis’s face with utter clarity. And to my chagrin, this also means he has a perfect view of mine.
“Please… don’t,” I rasp out, not wanting his fingers on me like this.
Especially when they are starting to make me feel too good for words.
“Fuck,” he groans, staring right at me with that penetrating gaze of his. “That’s it, acushla. Beg.”
Refusing to give him what he wants, I bite my inner cheek so hard that blood begins to pool in my mouth. The snicker he lets out when I turn my head away from him has me clutching the duvet in my fists.
“So stubborn, aren’t you? Don’t fret, Rosa. I know many ways to eradicate that awful trait in you. Just give me time.”
“?Vete al diablo!” I think to myself, my bravery confined only to my inner thoughts now.
He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit until they are fully soaked with my juices.
Francesco was right.
Hate is a great aphrodisiac.
Mierda!
It’s only when his hands travel higher and his thumb finds my throbbing clit that I squirm. I do everything in my power to swallow down the moan lodged inside my throat, unwilling to give Tiernan the satisfaction of ever hearing it. He’s already taking enough pleasure with my body’s natural response to him as it is. Like hell I’ll give him more to gloat about.
“Pleasure and pain are more alike than you think. You would never know the difference of either one if you’ve never experienced both,” he muses, while his deft fingers play with my sensitive nub to the point that I’m almost panting.
SLAP!
Virgen!
“Hmm. I can tell you’re starting to understand,” he cajoles, with a mocking tone.
But I’m suddenly too far gone to care since he’s replaced his thumb on my clit with two fingers, moving them in slow, deliberate circles. His other hand kneads my ass cheek in tandem with each stroke of the clit, guaranteeing I lose my mind, one stroke at a time. After that, it doesn’t take much more to have my body madly trembling on top of him. The pleased groan that escapes him both irritates me as well as kindles the fire threatening to burn me alive.
SLAP!
Oh dear God!
I’m so close.
So damn close.
All it will take is either a few more seconds of his knowledgeable fingers playing with my clit or another hard slap to my ass cheek for me to grab the orgasm that’s within arm’s reach. The need to cum starts blurring my vision and has me actively searching for Tiernan’s hand to do its worst.
But the instant he feels my body aching for his touch, he brutally pushes me off his lap, making me fall to the floor on hands and knees like a cat breaking its fall. It takes me a minute to recover from the shock of hitting the ground so brutishly like that. I can’t say the same thing about my denied orgasm, though. It’s going to take me much longer to recover from that.
“Hmm,” he hums, staring at the wet mark on his knee. “You’ve ruined a perfectly good pair of pants, wife. Next time, I’ll make you lick them clean with your tongue.”
My cheeks burn from embarrassment as he gets up from the bed and walks towards the bathroom as if nothing happened between us just now.
I’m still on my knees, listening to the sound of falling water from his shower, when the stark truth of Tiernan’s intentions hits me like a slap to the face—his reasoning for tonight’s so-called punishment, and I fear for our marriage, as well.
My husband doesn’t want my humility.
He wants my humiliation.
Chapter 9
Colin
“To answer your question, no. I did not sleep with her,” Tiernan confesses, tired of Shay’s constant badgering since the moment we came through the door.
“Are you fucking serious? It’s been almost a week?!”
“Your point being?” Tiernan arches a brow.
“My point is that you’re a fucking killjoy, brother. Goddamn it!” Shay curses, reaching into his jacket, pulling out a wad of cash and handing it over to me.
I don’t say a thing as I pocket my cousin’s money.
“You bet on me sleeping with my wife on our honeymoon?” Tiernan asks, his amused brow lifting even higher on his forehead.
“Sue me. I thought it was a sure thing,” Shay accuses, slumping into a chair across from Tiernan’s desk.
“And I’m sure Colin told you there is no such thing.” Tiernan smirks, his attention falling back to his computer screen.