table in record time.
Nervous anticipation had kept me up late last night, and today’s workday had dragged on. With every decision I’d made at the office, I’d relished the idea of relinquishing control to Killian tonight.
He was eating slowly, his expression of amusement making it clear he was deliberately stalling. I was finished eating within ten minutes, and then I talked with him about hockey, the national news and the perks of vacationing in Ireland before finally jumping up from the table.
“Stop torturing me,” I said, clearing the dishes away from the table. “Aren’t you dying for this? Or is it just me?”
His eyes were bright as he studied me. “Oh, I’m dying for it too, Sid. Even more so after watching you all flushed and fidgety for the past hour.”
“Well, when?” I asked in an impatient tone. “Now?”
“When what?” he asked, feigning innocence.
I glared at him. “You know what.”
“If you want it, you better say it, baby.”
My body was screaming for me to say whatever it took to get what I needed. “When are you going to fuck me?”
He leaned against the kitchen counter, still looking way too pleased with himself. “When am I going to fuck you where?”
“In my ass,” I said, never having envisioned myself wanting it, much less begging for it in the middle of my own kitchen.
“Ah.” He reached around and slid a hand up the bottom of my skirt, squeezing one cheek roughly and then running his finger beneath my panties and down the crack of my ass.
“Here? You want me here?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Right now?”
“Killian,” I whimpered. “Yes.”
He took my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, giving me a serious gaze. “You tell me when I need to stop. I’m gonna smack your ass and it’ll sting. And it’s gonna hurt when I fuck you there. I’ll go slow, but tell me you’ll say so if I need to stop. If you’re not turned on, it’s not working. Okay?”
I nodded, his words igniting a fire between my thighs.
“Go to the bedroom and get undressed. Get on your hands and knees on the bed and wait for me.”
I swallowed hard and turned for the bedroom, dying to get my clothes off. Normally I’d hang my suit up when I changed, but tonight I left it on the floor with my bra and panties on top and then climbed on top of my bed.
The anticipation was brutal and sweet at the same time. I’d never been so aroused than I was with my ass in the air, waiting for Killian to come into my bedroom.
He didn’t prolong my agony. I heard his footsteps, followed by the rustle of his clothes coming off.
“Exquisite as always,” he murmured. “Get down on your elbows and scoot your knees to the end of the bed.”
I did as he commanded, feeling his body heat near me at the foot of the bed. His hands were on me then, caressing my back and breasts, rubbing my neck. His soft touch relaxed me, building my arousal at a slow, steady pace.
The warm feel of his breath on my ass made me shiver. He kissed, licked and nipped me there, setting my body on fire. I was rolling my hips, eager for contact with his mouth.
“So perfect,” he said in a low tone. Then I felt a rush of air before his palm made contact with my ass.
The sting was delicious. I arched my back and moaned, hoping another slap was close behind.
“You like that?” he asked. “You like me being rough with you?”
“Yes.” I pulled on the fistfuls of my comforter in my hands, crying out with pleasure when he delivered several more hard slaps.
“You’re ready,” he finally said. I heard something that sounded like a cap being flipped open, and then his fingers smoothed cool gel onto me.
He eased the head of his cock in first and I gritted my teeth, the sensations of pleasure and pain at war inside me. He rubbed my shoulder reassuringly and I forced my body to relax.
When he slid in further, his long, guttural groan of pleasure made me feel powerful. I pushed my hips back, silently asking for more.
“Damn, baby, you’re making it hard to go slow,” he said. “Hold still.”
I moaned and pushed my hips back harder.
“Ah, Christ,” he said. “You vixen. You want it?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, the fullness of him inside me feeding my arousal.
He pumped his hips against me slowly, his hands locked around my hips. I rocked back against him and