Wild Chance (Wild Irish Universe)(17)

“Yes.”

“Do you understand that I will do nothing you don’t wish me to? And that if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say stop?”

“Yes.”

“Do you understand that for tonight, in my bed, you will give me your control?”

She shivered as a heated charge trailed down her spine. “Yes.”

‘Do you agree to do what I say?”

“Yes.”

“Do you understand that failure to comply will result in punishment?”

“P-punishment?”

His large hand travelled up her thigh to her ass again. Aedan squeezed then rubbed. “Have you ever been, spanked, a stórín? You have the perfect ass for it.”

“No.” Mona’s voice cracked. She had to admit the thought of Aedan’s large hand falling against the plump flesh of her ass left her wet—soaking, as a matter of fact. A soft sound rippled from her core as her body writhed with the thought. “Never.”

“Do you like that idea, Mona Lisa?”

He did that on purpose—she knew he must have. He’d said her name with a hint of an Irish accent that made her groan. “You like the idea of me holding you down across my lap and marking you with one spank after another…”

“Aedan…”

“Don’t worry. Punishment will never hurt you, I promise.”

“Then yes, I understand. And yes, I like the idea of you spanking me.”

“Good.” Aedan replied. He braced a hand to her back and eased her forward to face the wall. “Now, let’s begin.”





Chapter Six


There, against the wall in the kitchen, Aedan admired Mona’s body. Her back curved into the most luscious ass he’d ever seen. He couldn’t help dragging his palms over it, testing its suppleness by squeezing. With a sigh, he slid two fingers between her legs to find her wet and ready. Still, he was determined to make her enjoy every second of what was about to happen.

He allowed himself to be entranced by her, the feel of her soft flesh against him. Pressing into her back, Aedan nibbled against her shoulders while sliding his palms down her side and around her thighs. He pushed her legs apart to find her most tender core and fingered it. She sighed, whimpered and arched against him.

“We’re going to start out easy,” Aedan said. “I will listen to your body and do what it tells me.”

“Please…”

Aedan kissed down her back to just above her ass before releasing her. He hopped onto the island. “Turn around, a stórín.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Disobeying, Mona Lisa?”

She moaned, pressed her shoulders into the wall and shifted around.

“Good girl—sit.”

As her ass hit the floor, Aedan licked his lips. “Remove your dress.”

She quickly discarded the offending material.

“Now, spread your legs for me. I want to see the prize between your thighs.”

A smile spread Mona Lisa’s lips as her legs glided apart. His frustration mounted when he was reminded she was wearing panties. He growled. “I want to make it a rule that you not be wearing panties when I’m coming over.” Aedan whispered.

She moaned.

“That’s my rule.” Aedan chewed on his bottom lip. “Take it off.”

“I accept.” Mona gripped the waist of the thongs and pulled.

As she lifted her ass, Aedan caught a glimpse of pink that lay hidden between the dark folds of her pussy. Though he ached to fall to his knees before her, Aedan gripped the counter and forced himself to remain in position. “Touch yourself for me.”

With great pleasure, Aedan watched her hands trailed over her body. From across her shoulders, down the valley between her breasts. She didn’t stop but moved her fingers to the peaks of her breasts, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers then tugging.

When she arched her back, her eyes rolled back momentarily before she moaned and pulled on her nipples again. Aedan smiled, memorizing her reaction, the beauty she was before him and settled back.

Mona Lisa continued moving her hands, across her shoulders again then down to her stomach. Their eyes never once lost contact even when she touched herself in places he wanted his fingers to be the only ones to feel. How was this act so sexy? Why did he feel as if someone had sucked the air out of the room as his breath quicken?

Aedan wanted to touch her, to follow the trails her hands were making on her body with his tongue. But then as she caressed one nipple with her right hand, the left slid between her dark thighs.

Then, Aedan was forced to follow that hand until her middle finger disappeared inside her. Mona arched her back and moaned his name.

“I would rather your hand,” Mona said. “Aedan.”

“In time. Come for me.”

She met his eyes once more as her hand moved faster. He never thought she’d be able to be any more beautiful, but he had been wrong. The way she sighed, the sounds she made, the completeness in which she threw herself into it—all of that made Mona Lisa Frye sexier than any woman had a right to be.

“Aedan!”

With her head tossed back, her eyes rolled inside her head Mona screamed her release to the sky. Aedan sighed, watching her tremble uncontrollably. Though she was no longer touching herself, Mona’s body thrashed on the floor. Unable to control himself, Aedan melted off the counter and picked her up. He set her on his vacated spot, spread her legs and used his tongue to taste her. One swipe of his tongue wasn’t enough. He only meant to give her a little glimpse of what he could do to her. But one taste of her juices left him rabid.