After we had spent another whole day driving, I persuaded Conor to take me to the dive bar across the street from our motel. We sit at a small table with a beer each and I smile widely at him, but he only rolls his eyes in response. There is a live band singing country, which he hates, but I love.
“Come dance with me,” I say, standing up and reaching for his hand.
“I don’t dance, Angel.”
“You danced with me in the club that time.”
“That was because the music was good. This is shit,” he smiles before he takes a sip of his Bud.
“I’m going to dance on my own then.” I walk backwards, dropping his hand as I do.
“Knock yourself out, Angel,” he says with a wink.
I walk over to the dance-floor and choose a spot directly in Conor’s eye-line before I start to dance. The band are playing a cover of Body Like a Backroad and I sway my hips in time to the music. I’m aware of the two guys nearby and Conor’s eyes are drawn to them momentarily, before they flicker back to me. He narrows his eyes in warning, and I bite my lip as I drop my ass to the floor and pop back up.
The two guys edge closer, until they are standing on either side of me, close enough that I can smell stale beer and cigarettes on their clothes and skin. I ignore them, keeping my eyes trained on my hot bodyguard.
“You shouldn’t be dancing like that here on your own, darlin’,” one of them says as he moves to stand in front of me, blocking Conor’s view.
“Oh, and why is that?” I glare at him.
“Someone might take advantage of your sweet nature,” he smirks at me, revealing a gold canine tooth.
“I’m pretty sure my boyfriend would have something to say about that,” I nod towards Conor and they both turn and look at him. He looks so out of place in this bar. He is fucking beautiful, and he is huge. Way bigger than any other guy in here. Besides, all that, there is just something about him that oozes danger and violence. I guess my two new buddies see it too, as they slope away without another word.
I keep dancing and can’t help but smile as Conor downs his beer and makes his way over to me. When he reaches me, he slides his hands onto my ass and pulls me close to him until our bodies are pressed tightly together. I have to crane my neck to look up at him, but he bends his head low, his lips brushing over my ear. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Angel,” he whispers.
“And what’s that, big guy?” I flutter my eyelashes at him.
“I can tell you’re in the mood for a little danger tonight. But you can grind that beautiful ass as much as you like, and I’m still not going to punish you. I will fucking kill anyone who touches you though.”
The surge of heat between my thighs makes my knees buckle and the look in his eyes tells me he is well aware of it too. Even the thought of him punishing me makes me wet and desperate for him. He brushes the back of his knuckles over my cheek and I stifle a groan. “You want to stay in this shit-hole and dance? Or you want to come back to the motel and dance for me?” he growls.
I blink up at him. I can’t deny that a part of me wants to stay in this bar and dance because I like this band and this music. But the prospect of what he will do to me once we’re alone has me a hot, trembling mess. “Let’s go,” I whisper, and he winks at me before guiding me out of the bar.
As soon as we’re back in the motel room, Conor kicks the door closed and pushes me up against the wall. He wraps one hand around my throat while the other reaches under my skirt and he tugs my panties to one side.
“You’re dripping, Angel,” he hisses as he slides two fingers through my folds.
“I know,” I pant as I push my hips against his fingers. “Please, Conor. I need you inside me right now.”
“You want to be fucked against the wall like a stray I just picked up in a bar?” he growls in my ear.
“Yes,” I groan as he plunges his fingers inside me.
“Take out my cock,” he orders and I do as he tells me, unzipping his fly and squeezing his hard shaft, and making him groan loudly. I plant soft kisses on his neck and the growl rumbles through his chest and throat.
“Turn around,” he hisses.
When I do as he asks, he pulls my tank top up and off over my head before tossing it into the corner of the room. His warm fingertips trail softly down my back before he unhooks my bra and pushes it over my shoulders, letting my heavy breasts fall free. Once my top half is bare, he reaches around to my front and unzips my skirt before pushing it down over my legs, hooking his thumbs beneath the waistband of my panties as his hands slide over my hips and pulling them off too. I step out of my clothes until I’m standing completely naked. His lips graze my back as he presses me against the wall. “You are fucking beautiful. Every guy in that damn bar wanted you,” he growls against my skin.
“Conor,” I pant as I lean back against him. He pulls me towards him and begins walking me across the room until we are standing in front of the dresser and the large mirror, with my back flush against his hard chest.
His powerful hands slide down the back of my thighs and then he lifts me and places me onto the wooden dresser so I’m kneeling directly in front of the mirror. Pressing his body against mine, he drags his teeth along my shoulder blade as his hands slide over my hips and between my thighs before he pulls them wide apart until I am spread open for him. I watch him in the mirror as one hand slides up to my throat and the other slips between my slick folds.
“You remember the first time I fucked you, Angel? Just like this?” he growls against my ear.
“Yes,” I whimper, recalling the afternoon in the boutique when he had me try on clothes and underwear for him for hours until we could no longer keep our hands off each other. I am as desperate for his touch right now. Needing him to sate this burning desire I have to have him inside me.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you come apart for me, Jessie. I want you to watch me fucking you. I want you to see how good you look when I make you come and know that no-one knows your body better than I do,” he whispers as he starts to draw slow, teasing circles over my clit while he increases the pressure on my windpipe slightly.
“Conor. Please?” I groan as I grind my hips against his hand until he gives me what I want and slides one of his thick fingers inside me, coaxing a rush of intense wet heat from me.
“Watching all those jackasses looking at you tonight made me so fucking hard, Angel. Seeing how much they wanted you and knowing they could never have you made me want to fuck you right in the middle of that dance-floor.” The hand on my throat slips down to my breasts, and he squeezes one in his large hand. “Who do you belong to?” he hisses, as he adds a second finger to my wet entrance.
“You,” I breathe.
“Hmm,” he mumbles against my skin. “And if you ever let any man other than my brothers touch you, I will fucking kill him. You got that?”
“Yes,” I gasp as the warmth spreads through my thighs and stomach. As if he wasn’t already hot enough, this possessive side of him makes me practically pant with need.
“This is mine, Jessie,” he snarls as he slips his fingers out of me and palms my pussy roughly. “Mine,” he repeats just before he bites down on my shoulder.
“Yours,” I agree.
“Now look in that mirror and watch me fuck you,” he says as he shifts himself between my thighs and nudges the end of his cock into my entrance. I drag my eyes to meet his in his reflection and the fire in them almost takes my breath away.
He tugs on one of my nipples and pinches my clit between two fingers just as he drives his cock into me, and I cry out in pleasure. “You feel that, Angel? I fit inside you so fucking perfectly. Your pussy was made for my cock.”
I love this side of him so much. The filthy talking, possessive alpha that he doesn’t let out very often back in the penthouse in New York. “Who do you belong to, Conor?” I purr.
He thrusts his hips harder, almost lifting me off the dresser as he rails into me. “You, Angel. Only you. Always.”
After he has fucked me for the second time tonight, I lie on the bed, tracing my fingers over Conor’s chest and down to his abdomen. “Why won’t you punish me?” I whisper.
He sighs deeply and grabs hold of my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. “I want to be everything you need, Angel. And I would love to put you over my knee and spank that incredible ass. Or tie you to my bed and stripe your skin with my belt. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But, I like a little pain,” I remind him.
“I think you like more than a little, Jessie, and that’s the problem.”
I lean up on my elbow. “I don’t understand,” I say and he turns to face me.
“I love the way we fuck. I don’t want to lose that. And I’m scared of losing control with you, Angel. That first time we had sex in my room, I tied you up, and I spanked your ass. Hard. And you fucking giggled, Jessie.”
“Sorry,” I blush.
He shakes his head and laughs softly. “I don’t want you to apologize. You didn’t hurt my feelings. But, you scared me.”
“Why?”
He takes a deep breath. “When I was a little kid, I hated violence. I was terrified of my father and the beatings he used to give me and Shane, not to mention my poor mum. The sight of blood used to make me feel sick. But, when I was eleven, my father made me start bare knuckle fighting. I pretty much sucked when I first started out. But if I wanted to avoid getting my ass kicked every week, I had to learn to get used to it. So, I did. And I got real good at it too. You saw me in that basement back in New York. You saw what I did to those men. To do that, I have to go to a place where nothing can touch me, Jessie. And I can’t do that with you.”
I lean forward and press a soft kiss against his temple. “I could reach you when you’re in that place, though. You would never hurt me. I trust you.”
He smiles at me and brushes his fingertips lightly over my cheek. “But, I don’t trust you, Angel.”
His words are like a knife twisting in my heart and I try to shrink back from him, but he is too quick. Slipping his arm back around my waist, he holds me close. “How can you say that?” I blink at him.
“Don’t get upset. I trust you with my life and my darkest secrets, but I don’t trust that you’d tell me when you’ve had enough. I’m not sure you’d even know when you’ve had enough. And if I went to that place and you didn’t pull me out, I might really hurt you, and I would never forgive myself. I couldn’t stand for you to look at me after that.”
“You think I don’t know how much pain I can take?” I snap, unable to hide my annoyance.
“I think there is a difference between how much pain you can take and how much I’d be willing to give you. Or how much you need. I’m pretty sure you can handle a hell of a lot of pain, Angel.” He runs his hand down to my ass and squeezes softly. “And that’s why I won’t go there with you. Not yet.”
“But you might one day?”
“Maybe,” he shrugs. “When you appreciate what your limits are.”
“And how will you know that, though?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “If you think I’d let you push me too far, how could you be sure when I know what my limits are?”
He leans down and dusts his lips across my cheek. “Because Shane will tell me,” he chuckles softly. “He’s desperate to see how far he can push you.”
“So, you think it’s okay for him to punish me, but not you?”
“Yep,” he nods. “Because he loves spanking your ass. And there is no danger of him losing control with you. Not like that, anyway.”
“Do you guys talk about me?”
Conor grins at me. “Course we do.”
“Like, really talk? About what we do and stuff?”
He stares at me for a little while as though he’s thinking about his answer, and my heart flutters in my chest. I mean, all of his brothers have watched me with each of them at some point, however talking about what we do privately seems a step too far. But then Conor’s face breaks into a grin and he pulls me closer to him. “Don’t look so worried. We don’t talk about that stuff. Of course we talk about you though, just like we talk about each other. Shane knows you. He knows me. And he knows what you need, just like I do. He’ll tell me when you’re ready.”
I close my eyes and press my head against Conor’s chest, and I can’t help but think about Shane and the time he punished me with his belt. He did push me to the edge of my limits, but then he sent me away, all hot and needy for him. Afterwards, he promised me that the next time it happened, it would end the right way, with him inside me. So, despite the fact I am lying completely sated in Conor’s arms, the thought of a spanking from his older brother still makes my pussy contract in anticipation.
