Chapter Six
Sinead O’Malley had been worth the wait. He could have taken her in her Denver hotel room. But her orgasms and his enforced wait had made it all the better.
Her repeated rejections had only served to whet his appetite. And now, knowing how she responded sensually to his dominating commands had hooked him. He looked forward to guiding her down the path to total surrender. And wouldn’t it be glorious when she wriggled her arse and begged for his lash?
He pulled the sports utility vehicle to a stop in front of the iron gates. He lowered the window and punched in the numeric code for admittance. From his spot behind the steering wheel, he glanced over at her.
She was leaned up against the passenger window, as far away from him as the SUV’s interior allowed.
She’d pulled away from him mentally, emotionally, physically after the scene in the jet. As soon as he had her alone, they could address it. “Welcome home.”
“To Ireland, aye,” she allowed, looking at him. “But Quinn Manor is your home. Not mine. Never mine. And you’ll do well to remember that.”
“Does everything have to be a fight,
a rún
? Everything?”
The gates swung wide, and he drove through. The vehicle’s headlamps illuminated the trees and flowers. He’d left the window down so he could inhale the fresh, crisp air, so different than the cities he’d been in recently.
There was something about returning home that always soothed his battered soul, no matter how short a time he’d been gone.
He followed the curved driveway around and braked to a stop in front of the stone steps, steps that had been in place since Columbus discovered the Americas.
The house hadn’t stood quite as long. Family legend had it that the original structure had been destroyed in some clan fighting in the early sixteenth century. The Quinns, known for their resilience, had rebuilt.
In the darkest hours before dawn, he cut the vehicle’s engine and turned off the headlamps.
He opened his door, then climbed out of the car. He drank in the richness and the dampness of the night air. His roots ran deep. He came around to her side of the vehicle. “There’s no place I’d rather be. “I hope, in time, you’ll feel the same.”
Liam, who was at least one hundred years old, or so it seemed, welcomed them, with lights blazing.
“Back to bed with you,” Jack said to the man who was more friend than servant. “No need for you to have been disturbed.”
“Your grandmother would’ve skinned me alive if I hadn’t met you. I’m terrified of the woman, Sir. She told me Mistress Sinead was to be warmly welcomed no matter the time of day or night.”
He grinned. He knew a story when he heard one. Aye, his grandmother wanted Sinead to feel welcomed, but she would have never threatened Liam. She was as fond of the man as she was her grandson. Truth was, Liam was as nosy as the day was long. Having had first glimpse of Sinead, he’d be popular amongst the other gossiping employees. “Right then. Liam, I’d like you to meet Sinead O’Malley. Sinead, the man who keeps the estate, even the family, running, Liam Doyle.”
The man’s bushy grey eyebrows drew together to form a thick, single line. “My pleasure.”
He bowed so deeply that Jack wondered how the man would ever stand up straight again.
“A pleasure to meet you, Liam. For the short time until I return to my own family, I appreciate your hospitality.”
Had Jack actually thought any part of this would be easy?
She turned to him and smiled. Smiled. Her entire face lit up, especially when she defied him.
He trailed his hand down her spine. As she stood there frozen, he continued lower. He grabbed a handful of her right butt cheek through her jeans and squeezed tightly in silent warning.
She gasped and stood up a bit straighter.
“Trouble, Sir?” Liam asked.
“Indeed no.”
Sinead, to her credit, dealt with her own bag rather than allow Liam to handle it. Jack appreciated her thoughtfulness. Perhaps he’d reward her for it later.
“Upstairs with you,” Jack ordered.
“Nice to know you,” she said to Liam as the man showed them inside and closed the massive wooden door behind them.
Jack took her bag from her.
“I can manage,” she protested.
“Aye. That you can. But when you’re with me, I’ll thank you to let me be the man.”
“Even if you have your own luggage to deal with?”
“Even then,” he agreed.
“Good night, Sir. Welcome to Quinn Manor, ma’am,” Liam threw the bolt home.
As they headed up the stairs, she said to Jack, “Servants? In this day and age? Aren’t you the lord of the manor?”
Good thing her words weren’t arrows. “And now your lord and Master.”
She stopped on the stairs and turned to look at him.
“I’ve noticed that you tend to be much more willing and compliant when you’re naked,” he said. “I may keep you that way, sub.”
Liam coughed discreetly.
She had the grace to blush.
“To my rooms,” he instructed.
At the top of the stairs, she stepped aside. He led the way down the hall, then stopped in front of the door to his suite. After juggling the luggage, he opened the door. When she just stood there, he nudged her. “After you, my lady.”
“My lady? As if I’m anything other than a pawn.”
“After you, my pawn.” This time, he shoved her into the room.
He closed the door behind them. He dropped the keys on a small table just inside the doorway. Then he shrugged from his jacket and draped it over the newel bed post. “We’ll catch a couple of hours sleep before we join
máthair Chríona
for breakfast.
I wouldn’t mind fucking you first, however.” Just the small amount of their verbal sparring had left him with a raging hard-on.
“Thanks, but I’d rather sleep.”
She had a whole lot to learn about being his submissive. He regarded her. S
he still wore that cheeky T-shirt, but the fact his plug was still shoved up her arse made him smile. He should keep her full up.
He moved into an oversized closet and left the door open. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the carpeted floor.
“You know, I meant to comment earlier. But for an older guy, you’re not half bad.”
“Older?” he asked, sticking out his head and looking at her. “Older than you by how much? Five years? Six?”
Sinead stood there, unabashedly staring at him. She frowned, as if in deep concentration. “At least five. But you may want to take a look at adding a few more reps when you work out.”
“You really know how to make an old guy feel good.” He unfastened his belt and wrapped the length around his hand. He considered using the leather on her fair backside. If she were still red from the earlier spanking, she’d feel the next much more keenly.
“No you don’t,” she said as if reading his mind.
“Don’t tempt me.” He slipped out of his shoes and took off his socks.
She unzipped her luggage and pulled out fresh knickers.
Lord, he preferred her in nothing at all. Feeling as if the temperature were suddenly several degrees warmer he re-entered the closet.
Even though he’d got off twice on the jet, his cock was hardening again. The idea of the strap across her bare buttocks morphed into a fantasy of pulling out the plug and stuffing a larger one up her hole before letting her go to sleep.
By the time he unbuttoned his khakis and dropped them, his dick was fully erect.
He reached for a dressing gown then discarded the idea. He was going to fuck Sinead. Why bother with clothes?
When he re-entered the bedroom, she was nowhere to be found.
Cursing in two languages, he opened the door and headed down the stairs, naked as the day he was born.
As the front door was locked, it was clear Liam was much cleverer than Jack. She slid open the lock and was tugging the door open when Jack came up behind her and slammed the door closed.
She yelped and jumped.
Calmly he placed a hand alongside her head. Deliberately he moved closer, pressing her belly against the door. He’d lost his erection during his dash down the stairs, but now that he was against her rear, his cock was thickening again. He held her trapped, immobile. Her breathing was ragged, and her shoulders shook slightly. He wondered if she was as turned on as he was. Were they two of a kind? Against her ear, he whispered, “Enough.”
She stilled. “I’ll not stop fighting you.”
“And I’ll see you do.” Jack captured her right hand and raised it high, pinning it to the door.
“Release me, you bastard.”
“When you give your word you’ll walk up the stairs to my room. Or we can stay here all night long. I’m not sure how much longer I will be able to restrain myself.” He nipped at the top of her ear then soothed the tiny insult with the tip of his tongue. “Do you know what I’m thinking just now? I’m thinking I’ll just pull out your butt plug right here and take you against the door. What do you think, Sinead? Shall I take you right here in the entrance of Quinn Manor?”
“Please…”
“Say it, Sinead. Say you surrender.”
“For now.”
He laughed. “Not good enough. What’ll it be? Your total surrender? Or shall I fuck your arse right here, right now?”
“I surrender,” she whispered.
He ground his cock against her and simulated the sex act, bending his knees, driving upwards a little.
“Stop!”
“Say it.”
“Right. Yes…”
He thrust against her rear.
“I surrender.”
“Say it like you mean it.”
“I surrender,” she whispered, sounding somewhat defeated.
“I surrender, Sir,” he prompted.
“I surrender, Sir.”
This time, her words had a breathless quality that turned him on even more. “That’s my lass.”
“In your dreams.”
This time, he took no chances. He released her right hand and took a step back. “Strip.”
“I beg your pardon?”
He folded his arms across his chest.
“Here?” she whispered, looking above his head to the top of the stairs.
“Here,” he confirmed. “Now.”
She swallowed. “Your grandmother…”
“My grandmother is upstairs in her bedroom. If you continue making a racket, she’ll wake up and come to see what all the fuss is about. If you don’t want her seeing you naked, you might want to shut up and follow my orders.”
“What about your servant?”
“He was married.” Sometime in the past hundred years. “You’ve nothing he hasn’t seen before. I’ll have you naked now, if you please.”
“You’re a beast.”
“Indeed.” A beast with a cock that throbbed demandingly.
With a glance at the stairs, she pulled off her T-shirt.
“Drop it on the floor.”
She opened her mouth as if to protest. When he glared, she lowered her gaze and released the cotton shirt. “Now the bra.”
“Honestly! You’ve made your point.”
“The bra.”
She reached behind her and unhooked the material.
“Drop it.”
She did.
He ached to feel the fullness of her breasts in his palms, wanted to tease those nipples into even harder firmness. “You really are lovely with your nipples erect like that.”
“Someone will hear you,” she whispered furiously.
“Take off your shoes.”
She glared, but she stepped out of her sandals.
“And the rest, if you please.”
Her chin was set mutinously, but she followed his order and removed her jeans and thong.
Her bush was neatly trimmed and he smelt the scent of her heat. She was all woman.
His
woman. He’d had his hands off her for hours, and it turned out that was longer than he could tolerate.
Jack couldn’t help himself. He knelt, right there in his family home’s historic entry way. He reached around her, pressing one palm against her warm buttocks and another against the small of her back. His arousal grabbed him hard and fast. He wanted this woman. Nothing to do with the past, with revenge. Everything to do with raw, animalistic need. His pulse quickened.
He pressed his mouth against her hot mound. “Spread your legs.”
“What? Here? Are you mad?”
“Completely. Now spread your legs.” When she hesitated, he slapped her cunt.
With a gasp, she parted her legs.
Despite her verbal protests, his Sinead was hot and ready. Her pussy was moist, making his cock pulse.
He pushed on the plug slightly. Her hips jerked forward and she dug her hands into his hair. “You’re a hot woman.” He licked her clit. When she moaned, he sucked on it slightly. Then he tongued inside her vagina.
He felt her pussy muscles clench, spasming in advance of her orgasm.