The Seduction of Destiny Rhode [The Seduction 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (9 page)

Aside from the air conditioning unit blasting frigid air into the space, the silence around them seemed deafening. Destiny was afraid to speak lest her own voice betray her, so she simply nodded her agreement. Somehow she knew that in this moment, this was the exact right thing.

Ronan kissed her gently, softly exploring her lips with his own. Without words, he slowly asked for more. Pushing her to give him what he needed. His hand moved through her hair, caressing her head. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the moment and to him. Whatever would be in the morning would be, but for the night, she intended only to feel and enjoy.

His body moved, pressing firmly against her. She felt his cock press into her and realized how hard he was. He smelled so good. So clean and fresh, even though there was a darker note as well, something unique and male. As good as he smelled, though, he tasted even better. Her body began to writhe against his as her desire for him grew. She was wet and wanting him desperately, all from a kiss.

“Hold that thought one minute.” He kissed her forehead and moved away from her.

It took her only a moment to realize he’d gone for condoms. It took only a moment for her certainty about what she was doing to leave her. It took only a moment for her to become bombarded with second thought.

“Stop thinking.” He reached down and caressed her cheek. “I’m not playing you. I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not giving you the chance to take back your yes.”

She watched as he rolled the condom on his very impressive, hard cock. It was long and hard and thick, and in complete honesty, she wanted to feel it inside her immediately. She wanted to feel him atop her again. She smiled softly and reached up to him. He took her hand and kissed each of her fingers before he pushed up her dress and climbed atop her. She felt him pressing hard against her soft opening, and her breath caught.

“Look at me, darlin’. Just look at me.”

She did. She looked into his eyes and saw something there she couldn’t entirely describe, but never wanted to forget. It felt like home.

He placed one hand on the top of her head with his elbow pressed into the bed at her ear, the other arm wrapped around her shoulder as he pushed himself inside her.

All the other times she’d had sex, she always kept her eyes closed, trying to focus, trying to find something about it to enjoy, but not this time. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his. He stared into her eyes so intently that she felt owned.

She moaned low and deep as she let go of the last of her uncertainty and just surrendered to him.

“Good girl.” He smiled.

She melted.

He began to move at a faster rhythm, his cock was buried deep inside her, and he filled her perfectly. Everything about this was different than anything she’d experienced before, and the knowledge of that filled her with a deep-seated happiness.

“You okay?”

She smiled and nodded. “Blissful.”

He grinned down at her. “That’s pretty good.”

He kissed her mouth and then nuzzled at her neck. Everything he did felt wonderful—until he pulled away from her.

His warmth gone, she lay on the bed staring at the ceiling thinking this was worse than merely unsatisfied. This was tantamount to cruel and unusual punishment! His body now sat beside hers.
Her
body he had left wanting and aching for more. She brought her head off the bed and stared up into his smirk, and the infuriation returned with a vengeance.

“What are you doing?”

“You seem loosened up now, so I thought we could start to enjoy this.”

“I…” She blinked.

She couldn’t believe he was serious, but he clearly was!

“I was enjoying it fine, thank you very much!” She started to scoot away from him, but he caught her around the waist.

“Oh no you don’t.” In one smooth movement, he flipped her over, bared her ass and brought his palm down hard against her flesh.

She squealed, and fury raced through her blood. She began to wriggle furiously trying to get away from his hold. She’d actually given herself to this ass…

He spanked her a second, and then a third time, and suddenly it didn’t feel so infuriating or condescending, or arrogant. In fact, it sort of started to feel
good
.

The fourth time his hand made contact with her ass, she moaned.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

He caressed her sensitive skin where he’d just brutalized it, and something in the contrast made her wet again, and more, it pushed her right back to that place of surrender. She went limp in his arms. He spanked her again. She closed her eyes and tried to remember breathing. With every smack of his hand to her flesh, she felt her skin start to sizzle throughout her entire body.

It was kinky and it was naughty and it was…

“Ah!” She couldn’t stay quiet. With every smack, she moaned, gasped and panted, on the verge of begging him for more. In between each hit, he caressed the offended area, soothing it. She moved her ass, silently urging him to continue, which shocked her to the core of her being.

“That’s a good girl, Destiny.”

Smack!

She moaned, feeling a fuzzy warmth steal over her entire body.

Then Ronan found her clit with the fingers of his other hand and began manipulating it—softly, slowly—while he continued to spank her. Free to move now—in no way restrained by him—she held herself in place by sheer force of will. No way in hell was she going anywhere.

Nipples hard, skin tingling from head to toe, her body ramped up to a fever pitch at his touch. The pain of the smacks had completely transformed into something pleasurable. She craved and anticipated each one before it arrived.

Smack!

Then his caress.

She began to lose the connection with her ability to think, almost like being drunk. As his fingers continued on her clit, she was already on the brink of orgasm.

“Ronan…” she breathed.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he answered her with a softness, in vivid contrast to the punctuation of his hand landing once more on her ass.

But she couldn’t think anymore, it seemed to be a physical impossibility. Her brain was only absorbing sensations. She moaned. Her body swam into the orgasm like a warm swimming pool. She just wanted to drown in it. Her body tensed up. Ronan seemed only focused on her clit now as waves of heaven washed over her, and she cried out. She’d never felt more beautiful or sexy in all her life as she did then and when the orgasm crested and rolled away. Ronan turned her and cradled her in his arms, placing soft kisses along the top of her head.

He held her for a long time, speaking softly to her, stroking her skin. She’d never felt anything like that before. Even the times when she’d been able to orgasm, even that day with Ronan, the tumult had been intense, but she hadn’t lost herself in it quite like this.

“You are the most passionate woman. I’m a damn lucky man.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Thank you, minx.”

Thank you?

She was confused.

“I didn’t do anything for you yet.” She figured he still wanted to get off. After all, wasn’t that the point to sex?

His smile held a wicked secret, and he pushed her hair behind her ears.

“You please me, Destiny. You give me more than you know.”

She was still confused. She hadn’t done anything but lay there and let him do things to her. Wasn’t that the definition of boring and selfish in bed?

He reached behind her to unzip her dress, then brought the top of it down to her waist to bare her breasts.

“
Beautiful
.” He circled her nipple with one finger, while his gaze followed.

She practically held her breath waiting for his caress. Her nipple peaked. Her body ached. She reached out and pushed her hand into his hair, caressing him, feeling him, silently begging him to take her in his mouth.

He positioned her in his lap so she felt surrounded by him. He kissed her again, and she felt his hand slide upward along her thigh and without thought, she adjusted, opening for him, craving his touch now as if she needed it to live.

When his fingers slid into her pussy, she moaned into his mouth and arched up against him.

“You like that, baby? You like my fingers in your pussy?” He purred against her ear before nipping it with his teeth.

“I do,” she released on a soft breath.

“Tell me what else you like.” He kissed the curve of her neck then moved to her collarbone.

His question hit her like a brick wall, and panic started to rise. She didn’t know the answer to that question, and realizing that made her feel stupid and unworthy of his attention. She tensed and starting thinking of ways to get out of there when he pushed what felt like three fingers deep inside her and maneuvered so he hit her G-spot, which up until that moment, she hadn’t been convinced she had.

“Did you know the female body becomes aroused in stages?”

She really didn’t know much at all about the woman’s body, or a man’s body for that matter, but if he kept doing that with his fingers, she’d be willing to learn whatever he wanted.

“And stop thinking. I’ll figure out what you like by watching your response to what I do.”

She wanted to argue with him, but when he added pressure to her clit, her arguments all dissolved like fog in the sunlight.

“Besides, could be more fun that way, don’t you think?” He laid her back on the bed and stretched out beside her.

“Didn’t you just tell me
not
to think?”

He laughed and lowered his head over her right breast.

“Why, yes, I did. Good girl.”

“Ahh.” She released a long sigh as he slid his fingers back inside her at the same time he took her nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue back and forth over it, making it wet and slick. There was clearly a whole new definition of
good girl
that she’d been missing all her life. Because if
this
was her being
good
, she wanted to go on record as no longer hating that particular label.

Sensations threaded through her entire body, building over the remnants of what he’d already done to her. Her skin felt alive in a way it never had before. She arched up into him, pressing her breast harder against his mouth, and he bit her in response. She yelped, then found herself giggling like an insipid teenager, but damn it felt good.

“You minx.” He smiled down at her.

For whatever reason, he seemed to find her sexy, and she found she liked that. She spread her legs open further, giving him better access to masterfully work his fingers on her clit and inside her pussy. With his free hand, he stroked her hair and placed kisses along her face and shoulder until he finally worked his way back to her nipple.

She was enjoying everything about the moment so much and was surprised to realize she was about to come again. Her breathing turned into little pants, and she could feel herself right on the edge.

“Oh God. Oh God.” She closed her eyes.

“Fall into it, beautiful.” His dark, rich brogue coated her skin like warm honey, and she slipped right over the edge exactly as he told her to.

He held her tight and whispered against her ear, “Such a good girl.”

Something in the way he said that released the last of her inhibitions. She screamed out into the night as the orgasm peaked, touching everything that she was. Her toes curled, and she made fists with her hands pounding one against the bed, grabbing at the sheets with the other. She never wanted it to stop, and he seemed to know just what to do with his fingers to see that it didn’t. This one was stronger and more demanding of her senses, and she was unable to do anything other than fall to her knees for it.

She reached up and dug her fingers into his hair, afraid she was about to slip off the edge of the universe. She needed to hold onto something. When she pulled at him, he ravaged her with a raw, hungry kiss that was unlike any of the others they’d shared. As her orgasm crested and ultimately faded, rather than feeling lethargic and satisfied, she wanted
more
!

“I’ve never come twice before.” She was mystified.

She felt wanton, primal, needy in a way that was completely foreign to her. She felt like she would do
anything
he wanted, anything he needed. All she wanted to do was satisfy him thoroughly.

“Fuck me, Ronan!”

He growled at her. “Oh baby, you don’t have to ask me twice.”

He pulled her atop him, and after a bit of maneuvering, she slid her cunt slowly down over his cock. Sheathed in her heat, in her wetness, his throaty moan spliced the air and a shiver snatched his body. In that moment her greatest pleasure was in knowing she pleased him. It left her with a sense of confidence and femininity that went deep past the surface.

All her life, she’d been a missionary-position kind of girl. Maybe Oscar had liked it that way. Maybe it had been her. She wasn’t sure, but this position, being on top of him made her feel strong and powerful, and she loved it!