Page 16 of Ronan

What does he mean? Usually this is the point where we have to part ways, unless he just means he’s still hard like he was in the bathroom.

Greedy man.

Beautiful, greedy man.

My wrists are sore as I wiggle them back and forth in the cuffs. “Is this the part where you kidnap me?”

A dark chuckle leaves him. “For the night, yes, but I haven’t even begun to punish you for that bratty mouth.”

What’s the fun of CNC if I don’t fight back at least a little? I grin into the sheets as I fight the urge to roll over. I know he pulled his mask down to bite me, but will he let me see him? “Bratty?” I snort. “That was light work. ”

“I don’t doubt it,” he admits with a chuckle, tugging me so my ass is hanging half off the bed, and then he starts fingering his cum back inside of me. “How full can we get you tonight, hmm?”

“It depends on how many holes you’re planning on claiming.” The thought of him in my ass has my pussy clenching around his fingers, but I’ll take what I can get. “I’ve been horny all day.”

“All of them. Why do you think I’ve positioned you like this, pretty girl? I’m about to stretch your ass wider than it’s ever been stretched.”

He slaps down on my skin, rubbing the spot as the shock reverberates through me.

I’m not prepped this time. Even when I prep, I think I’d have a hard time taking all of him.

The thought sends goosebumps traveling down my arms and legs. “And what if I say no?”

“Why don’t you try it?”

He moves away for the briefest of seconds before he’s right back, and the logical part of my brain knows I shouldn’t do this. Playing like this — especially with someone I don’t trust completely yet — is dangerous .

But I’ve always been a little stupid.

“You can’t have it.” I attempt to roll over, but suddenly I’m being spanked with something that isn’t his palm, and the belt sends a delicious spike of pain straight up my core.

“What was that?”

Oh, fuck. I’ve never been spanked with anything other than a hand before, and even then they were baby taps until Nightbreed. It’s an entirely new sensation that should leave me obeying without question, but instead, it leaves me wanting more.

“I said you can’t have it.”

Clicking his tongue, he lifts me up so I’m on my knees, then shoves my face down against the mattress as he spreads my legs more. I feel exposed, raw, electric... and then he slaps my cunt with that belt so hard I cry out.

I’m gonna feel that one for days.

The desire to please him and make him want to take care of me kicks into overdrive, but I’m not ready yet. I want his fury, his anger. I want him to break me and then stick around long enough to put me back together.

But what if he doesn’t? What if he breaks me and then leaves ?

Trembling, I decide to make that a problem for later me and grunt out, “That tickled. Still doesn’t change my answer.”

“Oh, baby girl. You’re feeling feisty today.”

He slaps it two more times in quick succession, cold lube oozing onto my ass a second later, and as I feel his finger slip inside of me, I brace myself to brat just one more itty bitty time.

Clenching as hard as I can, I rock forward and slide my leg back to push him away. “You don’t listen, do you? I said n—”

The head of his cock is forcing its way inside of my unprepped ass. His fingers are thick, yes, but after only five seconds of them stretching me it feels like none at all when his thick cock splits me open.

“Keep that same energy, Atley. Tell me not to give you more.”

More? There’s more?

Fucking hell. My nails dig into my palms as I strain against the cuffs, but fighting makes it worse. “No more,” I gasp out. “Daddy, please—”

“Please?” he asks teasingly. “So this is what it takes to get a please from my little cumslut? I think you can take more.”

His voice is wrecked like this is ruining him too, and right now he sounds so much like Ronan his name almost slips from my lips. But in spite of all the pain I don’t want this to stop, and that’s exactly what that name would trigger.

Night gives me more — all of him I hope — and then he freezes with his hips pressed firmly against my ass.

My heart is beating so hard I can feel it in my temples. There’s nothing I can do to save myself here, not with my hands still cuffed and my body being bent the way it is. I can’t fight him, and this feeling right here is the dirty little fantasy I’ve always wanted.

Fuck, I think I love him.

Grinning even though I know he can’t see it, I steady my breathing and start slowly relaxing my body as I whisper, “This is what I was craving earlier,” quiet enough I’m not sure he can hear me.

Good. I’m not talking about him, I’m talking about Ronan.

He looked so good and so mysterious with his skin all covered up like always that my wine-tipsy mind started wondering what it would feel like if he bent me over the dining room table and fucked my ass until I cried.

It may not be Ronan, but I’ll get what I want anyway. I always do .

He feels me relax, his hips beginning to move slowly at first, and picking up speed when I release a tiny little moan.

“You were craving this, baby? You wanted to be completely helpless, didn’t you?”

Yeah, that too.

God, there’s something wrong with me. I’m still thinking about someone else when this man is balls deep in my ass trying to make my wildest, freakiest dreams come true. I have to stop.

I have to.

“Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”

“There’s my good girl,” he praises. “Have you been dreaming about me fucking this ass?”

He thrusts into me harder, faster, dragging my step-brother a little further out of my mind each time he bottoms out.

They’re blurred now, Nightbreed with Ronan’s face since I don’t know what he really looks like.

“Yes!” I whimper, cheek pressed against the mattress as Night keeps me balanced.

It hurts, I can’t deny it. He’s too big and it’s too sudden.

I’ll regret this tomorrow when I can’t even sit down for work, yet right now, in this moment. .. I love it .

“Fuck, you’re strangling me, baby. I’ve never felt something so tight.”

He spanks my ass once and then drags his nails down the spot that stings, making my whole body twitch and shudder. The pain is so warm, so inviting, that I find myself forgetting how to be a brat at all. “Will you do that again please?”

“Needy, needy girl.”

He does it to the other side, then grabs my hips roughly to pull me back into him with each thrust so hard, I can’t speak.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t take it, but I have to. Over and over again, he fucks my wrecked little ass like he’s mad at me, and when his movements begin to falter, I know he’s close. “Goddamnit, Atley.”

Night reaches around to pinch my clit as he grinds himself into me, and it takes everything I’ve got not to come.

I wasn’t given permission.

Panting, I suddenly panic about what’s gonna happen to my asshole when he pulls out. “Stay,” I blurt.

“I’m not going anywhere. Come for me. Come with me, baby. I need to breed this perfect ass. ”

He speeds up his thrusts again and I’m such a mix of anxiety, pleasure, and pain that I don’t even notice the orgasm hitting me until it knocks the fucking wind out of me. I can’t hold onto anything but my own hands as he loses himself and fucks me like an animal.

“Gonna fucking come. Tell me where to come, baby girl. Where do you want it?”

“In my ass,” I rush out. “Come in my ass, Daddy.”

“Fuck, fuck. Say your safeword for me. Say it so I can pretend I’m taking you against your will. Just once.”

What?

It trips me up, but he’s literally here fulfilling my fantasy. I can play into his too.

“Ro-Ronan,” I try to say firmly, but it comes out more of a moan. “Ronan!”

Immediately, Night tips over the edge, his hips slamming against me as he groans with his release, and I feel every single pulse of his cock.

I’m dying to know what went through his head that he didn’t say out loud, but I’m too distracted by the feeling to ask.

God, it’s different.

So warm and... full .

My eyes flutter as I sink into it, his fingertips ghosting along my skin much softer than before. “Are you okay, baby girl? Was I too much?”

I shake my head as much as I can. “No, I love you.” Well, that’s not what I meant to say. “I mean... I loved it.”

He releases a relieved breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he undoes the cuffs. “I love you, too. I mean, it.”

My stomach squirms as I adjust to get my elbows under me again. The ache in my shoulders peaks and ebbs, complimenting the faint throbbing of my clit and the feeling of being stretched. Do we love each other? Probably not.

But I could get used to this.

“I think I might die if you pull out right now.”

“You won’t. But I do have to pull out, Atley. I need to clean you up, blindfold you and kiss the fucking life out of you.”

And now my stomach drops. He still isn’t going to tell me who he is.

“Okay.” I nod as I brace myself. “Go ahead.”

He moves around in silence, his hands gentle as he wipes up the mess he made.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed in the fact that I won’t find out who he is tonight, but after he covers up my eyes and brings his lips to mine, I decide this will be enough for now. At least he isn’t leaving me yet.

For a while, I get lost in how it feels, the way he tastes. It’s strange kissing lips I’ve never seen, but we move so naturally together that it’s almost addictive.

Breaking apart is hard for both of us, his lips tentatively pulling back as mine seek more, and he is quick to oblige, only breaking the spell when he realizes we both need air. “Damn,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine.

“Yeah,” I agree. “Damn.”

He releases a noise that sounds like he’s biting his lip and staring at me intently, making me glad for the blindfold for once. He’s already made me blush enough.

“I’m still not done with you, Atley.” His thumb slides along my mouth, letting me know exactly what he plans on taking next. “But we’re going to take a breather first. Do you have a bath or just a shower?”

“We only have a bathtub,” I lament. “The showerhead hasn’t worked since before we moved in.”

“That works. Stay right here, okay?”

He pulls the blindfold off of my eyes, and as I blink away the light I see him pulling his mask back down and turning away to go find the bathroom .

God damnit.

Relaxing against the bed, I give myself a moment to do a self-check.

My ass feels sore and stretched, my body is peppered in bite marks and little budding bruises, but I’m sated.

Maybe for the first time in my life, I’m sated.

Boneless, buzzing, and sated. I’m about to fall asleep right here when Night comes back shirtless and only in boxers. “Wake up, sleepy girl.”

He lifts me up and carries me to the bathroom and takes his time cleaning me up. He’s so gentle and caring that it’s almost jarring compared to what we just did, but it feels amazing. This is what I’ve been missing my entire life.

What my brother could never give me when I run to him instead.

I’m warm, content, and exhausted by the time we drain the tub and he gets me into one of his shirts, and once he lays me in bed, I have to fight the urge to cling to him.

“Drink some water, baby girl. You made a mess earlier.”

A little begrudgingly, I sit up enough to down half a bottle and then lay right back down. “If you weren’t done with me, my advice would be to do whatever else you wanted to do now before I fall asleep with your cock in my throat.”

“You think you need to be awake for that?” He chuckles darkly as he sets the water bottle aside, then lays down on the bed with me. “Come pull me out.”

His refractory period should be studied. My limbs feel sluggish as I push myself up and fumble with his boxers, but when I see how hard he is for me again, I get a little bit of a second wind.

I was a brat earlier, so as an apology, I take my time worshipping his cock before anything else. Little kisses here, licks there, letting him hear how much he turns me on.

The noises he makes, the blend of degradation and praise as he orders me to worship his cock and his balls has me wet by the time he’s moving me how he craves, and when he comes he moans out that I’m his good girl.

And that’s it for me.

I don’t even bother pulling off of him after I swallow it all. My cheek finds his thigh and my eyes close, knowing damned well he won’t be here when I wake up.

At least I got this much of him.