Wild Embrace (Wilder Irish #11) - Mari Carr Page 0,64
on and get the hell out of there.
That wasn’t the part that was going to win.
Unfortunately, neither was Prince Charming. Darcy wasn’t getting roses and candlelight and soft words tonight.
“Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
She did exactly as he said, even going so far as to taunt him by wiggling her ass.
He sucked in a deep breath and fought for control. Right now, he was walking a razor’s edge, but he seemed incapable of turning back.
He went to his bag to grab the present he’d told her about earlier.
She grinned at him over her shoulder.
“Eyes forward.” The words came out harsher, louder than he’d intended. If that frightened her, she gave no indication, merely turned to look away once more.
He approached the bed and sat next to her, running his hand over her bare ass, stroking it just once before smacking it a few times. Hard.
Darcy sighed and arched her back. “Please, Ryder.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, his heart racing at her plea.
He tossed a tube of lubrication and the butt plug he’d bought her on the bed next to her so she could see them.
“That’s where we’re going tonight.” His words sounded threatening to him, but damn if Darcy failed to pick up on it.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Wrong answer.
She was giving him the wrong answers.
He was overwhelmed by the need to protect her, to give her the man she deserved, but he’d never lied to her. Not once. And he couldn’t start tonight.
He spanked her again, over and over, not stopping until her ass and upper thighs were a deep pink. Darcy cried out a few times, but she never asked him to stop.
No. Instead, she lowered her head to the mattress, her ass still high, offering him perfect submission.
“Your safe word is ‘elevator.’ Say that, and it all stops. Say anything else and I keep going. ‘No’ won’t work tonight. Neither will ‘stop.’”
She shuddered as she turned her head to look at him. Her flushed face revealed her arousal. “Okay.”
“Say it now,” he demanded.
“Elevator.”
He nodded, then climbed on the bed, kneeling behind her. Bending over her, he gripped her hands and pulled them to the wrought iron headboard. “Hold on to the bars. Don’t let go. If you think you can’t manage that, I’ll find something in your closet to tie you up.”
“I can hold on,” she reassured him. “I won’t let go. Promise.”
He knew how much she loved being tied up, so he didn’t mistake her promise as reticence.
Unfortunately.
No. Darcy truly wanted to submit.
They’d been inching toward this for weeks, merely dipping their toes in, as he gave her a taste. She’d confessed yesterday in his office that her cousin, Caitlyn, had married a dominant man, BDSM a big part of their sex lives. The two of them had been eating lunch together, sitting together on his couch, talking.
She was so damn easy to talk to.
Last night, Ryder had tossed and turned for hours as he played out scene after scene of he and Darcy together. Sex swings, spanking benches, nipple clamps, ball gags. In his mind, he’d placed her in all of it, and he’d jerked himself to completion three times before he’d managed to finally fall asleep.
When he’d woken up this morning, all he could think about was seeing her. So he’d accepted Yvonne’s last-ditch-attempt invitation to the Boob Voyage party, stopping at a bookstore for Bubbles’s gift and a sex shop for Darcy’s.
He’d pulled Leo aside at the party to ask if he and Yvonne were okay with all three kids on their own tonight. Leo had grinned, said of course, then given him that worn-out dad advice, “if you’re gonna tap it, wrap it,” chuckling as he did so.
Ryder picked up the lubrication as Darcy held the position he’d put her in. Her grip on the headboard tightened when he stroked her slit. She was soaking wet and turned on, excited.
Darcy was adventurous, an enthusiastic partner. While still relatively innocent, she knew exactly what she wanted in bed.
Another curse—or blessing—of her being a part of a large family with lots of older cousins and her sister, Sunnie. The Collins women didn’t appear to hold back when it came to sharing confidences or answering Darcy’s questions. As such, it had allowed her to form her own opinions and contemplate her own sexual desires, so that when she came to his bed, she’d had an entire list of things she genuinely wanted to experience.
No restraint. No fear.
He squirted some lube on his finger,