Wild Embrace (Wilder Irish #11) - Mari Carr Page 0,57

Joining her by the bed, he tossed all but one to the mattress.

“Turn around,” he said.

Darcy complied, peering at him over her shoulder.

“Eyes forward,” he barked.

She followed his directive, their eyes meeting briefly through their reflections when she discovered the mirror to his dresser was in front of her.

He stepped closer, his chest brushing her bare back. He reached for her hands and drew them behind her, securing them with his tie. Darcy tested the knot, but it held.

One of his favorite things about Darcy was the way she wore her hair down. The first couple of years of their acquaintance, ponytails and braids were the norm for her. Lately, she let it fall in long dark waves over her shoulders.

He swept the soft mass over one shoulder, capturing her eyes once more in the mirror.

“Watch me,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to the side of her neck. Her head tilted to grant him better access. From his vantage point, he could see her tight nipples, begging for his fingers, his mouth.

Darcy must have noticed where his gaze had landed because, she thrust them forward the tiniest bit, a silent plea. He reached around her, taking a breast in each hand, squeezing the generous globes before pinching her nipples. Ryder listened to her slight gasp as he increased the pressure. His cock thickened when she groaned, the pinch of pain turning to pleasure.

She wasn’t an inactive observer. With her wrists secured behind her back, he’d placed them in the perfect position for her to take matters—well, one matter—into her own hands. Darcy stroked his erection through his pants, and while he knew he should shift back or admonish her for it, he couldn’t. Instead, he leaned into the pressure, loving the way she touched him.

Their play continued for several minutes, each of them taking their time to explore, to learn. Though hampered by his pants, Darcy still managed to drive him out of his mind with need. When she started to unfasten his belt, he knew it was time to regain control.

Ryder took a step away from her, placing his hand against the nape of her neck, using it to drive her forward. “Knees on the edge of the bed.” He helped her kneel on the bed, continuing to push until her face was pressed against the mattress, her ass in the air.

“Stay like that,” he said, when she tried to lower her rear end. Her stilted breathing was the only sound in the room. Despite the fact he’d put her in a vulnerable position, on display, she was obviously excited, ready. She wiggled her ass to entice him, and he worked hard to school his features.

Ryder stroked her ass, Darcy jerking slightly at the first caress. She’d clearly expected something harder.

He was in no hurry.

“Open your legs more.”

She complied without hesitation. He had her exactly where he wanted her. Ryder ran his finger along her slit, from clit to anus. Darcy shuddered, gasped, then whispered, “More. Please.”

“If you keep giving me orders, I’m going to gag you.”

Darcy shuddered with arousal. “Okay,” she whispered, and Ryder struggled to figure out if she was agreeing to his command or the gag.

“I don’t want to do that. If I do anything that you don’t like, say stop and I will.”

She nodded. “I know that. I trust you.”

Ryder was in over his head with her.

Trust was something he’d always struggled with, starting with his absent parents who’d let him down with every single missed baseball game and forgotten birthday. He’d learned at an early age the only person he could trust, could count on, was himself. He assumed that was why it was so difficult for him to form solid friendships. Why he struggled with commitment.

And Denise drove the lesson home when she’d cheated on him, left him.

“Darcy,” he said, suddenly determined to call a halt, to get them out of this before it was too late.

“Don’t hold back, Ryder. I know what you need. I need it too. Please.”

Every time he thought he’d gained the upper hand, believed he’d gotten control of himself, she stripped him of it, until he felt as if he was standing before her completely bared—no walls, no secrets, no power to resist.

He swallowed heavily as he lifted his hand and brought it down roughly.

Darcy had jerked at his gentle touch, but now, as he spanked her, she actually sighed, groaned with pleasure, moved closer, tried to capture more.

Ryder spanked her a dozen times, her ass