Ssshh. He cooed. Tonight, you’re going to be a good girl for me. You’re going to take what I give you, and you’re not going to ask or beg for more. I know my wife is greedy and desperate. He rasped, his ring finger caressing my slit. But I’m sure she can be patient and obedient tonight.
I was wet. Already. From his words, from his barely-there ghost touches, from him.
Lift your dress a bit for me.
At the red light, I hitched my dress over my hips, and he ran his tongue across his bottom lip as he took a moment to admire my naked sex.
Such a pretty pussy. Is she wet for me, baby ?
Yes. So wet that I’m going to make a mess in your car.
Go ahead, mo ghra amhain. I’ll clean it up. He spoke as he pushed a finger inside me.
My walls fluttered around the intrusion, and I moaned as he slowly eased it in and out of me.
You like when Daddy cleans up your messes, don’t you ?
My head fell back with a whine. Fuck.
He pushed in another finger, twisting, turning, teasing, edging, and I could already feel myself nearing my orgasm. His fingers were so thick and perfect, and I could feel every stroke of them buried inside me.
God, I was so turned on and wet that it was irrational and impractical, but this man. My husband. Fuck, the thought of those two words had me clenching down hard on his fingers. He kept watching me, his lips parted and his eyes dark as he saw what he did to me.
I almost screamed in frustration when he suddenly pulled his finger out. The light had turned green, and he returned to driving, but I didn’t miss how he sucked his fingers clean.
Put your dress back down. Daddy’s done touching you for now.
Frustrated and aching, I obeyed his stupid command and pulled my dress down.
Tell me about your day. He asked sweetly as if he didn’t just torture me to the brink of an orgasm.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
The look on his smug face had me swallowing that rude response and smiling widely as I twiddled with the hem of my dress.
Good. We made cupcakes.
I saw. I didn’t get a chance to taste one, though, but there was a bowl of extra frosting in the fridge. I tasted that, but it wasn’t as sweet as I expected it to be. He said, and before I could protest or ask why, he spoke. I’m sure it’d taste sweeter smeared across your body, baby.
His eyes met mine for a heated moment before directing his attention back to the busy street. He was teasing and punishing me ; some of me was frustrated, but the other part wanted to tease him back.
I placed my hand over his thigh, and he tensed for a second. Is that what you want ? To taste it on my body ?
He brought my hand to his lips and kissed every finger. Lips, skin, nipples, even that pretty little clit. He murmured, and I whimpered. He grinned as he looked over at me. Such a sexy little sound, baby, but I need you to keep them in for now.
With that, he kept our hands together on his thigh as he drove the rest of the way in silence.
Elena
I knew it didn’t matter where Oisin took me since I’ve never really been out to fancy restaurants or on dates, but he went all out despite knowing these facts. The restaurant was dark and intimate, slightly packed with other couples and families, yet quiet and soothing.
The music playing in the background was similar to piano music. It was so classic and serene. The chandeliers throughout the place gave off the posh and luxurious vibe they intended.
Alone with the lush carpets, the expensive paintings hanging on the wall, and even the twinkling lights hanging over every table added to the lavish feel of the restaurant.
It was expensive. It’s not like I didn’t know Oisin had money, but there’s money, and there’s Oisin Callahan money.
I knew he had illegal and legal ventures that made him so much money that we’d never have to work a day, and neither would our grandchildren’s children. But I wonder if he thought about it that way.
My father used to love spoiling me while also reminding me that money was money, it was all pieces of paper, and yes, it makes us happy, and yes, it buys us whatever we desire, but money came and went fast in our world. After that, all we had was our health, family, and the ones we loved.
Upon seeing Oisin walk in, the waiter immediately rushed out and cleared the way for us, reminding me of the day he crashed my wedding. When his men split, and he walked through.
I remember thinking he was the Devil, and maybe he was to everyone around him, but to me, he was my guardian angel, my salvation, and the only love of my life. I never thought I’d love this man the way I love him now.
I never thought I’d die from the mere thought of never being with him. He came into my life chaotically, maniacally, and I used to think he was crazy for being obsessed with me.
It was funny how the shoe was on the other foot now. I was more than obsessed with my husband ; I was fucking addicted.
The few tables around us were free, and it made me wonder how much Oisin paid to get the room almost cleared out. He could have just rented out the whole restaurant, and I wonder why he didn’t just do that.
I cocked my brow accusatorily at Oisin, who ignored me as the waiter, Ryan, pointed to a candle-lit table with a vase of red roses and an expensive bottle of wine. Oisin helped me into my chair and sat right next to me.
Ryan didn’t show up with menus, and I looked at Oisin, confused, as he gave the young man in a suit a command with one look. He poured us some wine without sparing me a glance, and I poked a finger at Oisin’s chest.
He had the audacity to look confused. What ?
Will you stop glaring at the poor kid ? I whispered in his ear.
He ran a hand through his hair and chuckled melodiously. Baby, I’m not glaring. That’s just my face. The kid scrambled as soon as he finished pouring the wine, and Oisin reached for my flute and handed it to me. To getting my little wife drunk.
I giggled dolefully as I took my first sip of the fruity, tangy red wine. Wow. I licked my lips, enjoying how it tasted more than I thought it would. I’ve never tasted alcohol before. Even when we had events at the house, I wasn’t allowed to.
Enzo would ensure that I wouldn’t take a sip when he’d have his guards following me around. It felt stupid. I was over twenty-one, but women were deemed inappropriate to drink and get drunk. I almost scoffed at his stupid reasoning.
I like it. I took another sip, and Oisin ran his fingers over my forearm.
I want you to enjoy yourself tonight, baby. He kissed the side of my head, and I gushed.
I assumed just one meal when he told me he was taking me out for dinner. It turns out I didn’t know just how posh this restaurant was until Oisin explained it to me.
It wasn’t just dinner. He picked and chose a six-course meal for me with the help of his buddy chef that worked here.
The entirety of it consisted of appetizers, soups, salads, entree, a main course, and finally, dessert. I didn’t understand why someone would want to eat so much, and I didn’t get why he wanted to fill me up, but then I saw the courses.
Those types of fancy, expensive meals barely took you three bites to finish with garnish and droplets of sauce.
It was all fresh oysters in a bowl bigger than my head with freshly squeezed lemon and charred octopus on a bed of fennel. There was even caviar, something I’d only seen at events or parties but never something I had ever tried.
The salads were a splash of color, crisp and fresh, and not going to lie, but I was iffy at first. Then Oisin sat there and fed me every bite without breaking eye contact, and I fucking loved the attention and the intimacy.
It felt like we were the only ones sitting in the restaurant. No one interrupted us. The servers flickered back and forth only to pour us wine, take our plates, and replace them with different ones. I loved the calmness of it.
We spoke of our life together between meals of fresh tuna, lobster, salmon, and Tuscan kale with miso truffle cashew cream sauce. We spoke of Aofie, our future kids that we’d have.
He even told me about work and even joked about Liam and a girl named Maeve who worked at the gun range. We were laughing as he explained how she almost shot him twice and how he wanted to throttle her when it happened.
What was she trying to hit ? I asked, still laughing.
I swear she was aiming for his dick, but don’t tell him I said that.
I laughed harder, and Oisin’s eyes lit up from the sound. He cut off my next question by kissing me, and my eyes fluttered shut from the sudden impact. I kissed him back as hard, but he wasn’t playing fair.
His hand was secured around my throat, and his thumb was caressing my pulse, and every time it jumped, he kissed me harder. I moaned, whimpered, and tried to reach for more, but this man was caging me in my chair. All I could do was sit and take what he was offering me.
Oisin. I panted. Please.
He bit down hard on my bottom lip and tugged it back. Fuck. I need to finish what I started.
I gasped when he suddenly got to his knees. No fucking way he was going to do this now.
Oh my god.
The nearest occupied table was on the other side of the room, and despite the table cover hiding him, I knew it wouldn’t be that hard to know what was happening underneath the table. I felt his hands on my thigh, and I gasped louder when he forced them apart.
My heart was racing so loud that my ears were ringing. I looked around the room, but no one was paying us any attention. The nearest waiter was in the far corner by the wine bar, and his back was to us.
That was the last thought I had because Oisin’s mouth latched onto my swollen clit, and my head fell back with a moan. He didn’t waste any time reacquainting himself with my taste or hesitate to plunge two fingers inside me.
I stole a peek down but could barely see anything besides the top of his head and his hands bruising over my thighs. I was going to cum. Right here.
In public.
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And I couldn’t give less of a shit if anyone saw me. I tried to ride his face, but he wouldn’t let me. I tried to beg for more silently, but he refused me.
What’s my name ? He rasped.
Oisin.
He groaned against me, his tongue lathering up everything he could gather while his fingers fucked me harder, deeper. Such obscene sounds.
Scream it when you cum on my face.
Here ? I squealed, shaky fingers going to the top of his head.
Yes, right here. Let them know how good your husband takes care of your needy little pussy. Let them know how desperate and dirty you fucking are. He rasped, his voice thick and deep with lust as he silenced the rest of his words by nuzzling his mouth back at my entrance.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look to see if anyone was watching us. All I could do was take it willingly and pray that my orgasm came fast-the pressure built inside me, growing with every lash of his tongue and push of his fingers.
The overwhelming pleasure blinded me, that they were bringing me together. My eyes shut tight, my fingers knotted harsher in his hair, my legs shook, and I came. I came pathetically, unforgivably, and loudly.
His name tore out of my lungs like a shout of tortured pleasure, and he hummed his appreciation as he cleaned me up with his mouth. I could hear distant sounds of him praising and cooing at me, but my eyes were still closed.
I felt him pepper kisses over my thighs, and then the sound of the chair scraping opened my eyes to see him sitting beside me.
He ran his thumb across my lips and left a chaste kiss. You taste sweeter when you’re being my dirty girl. He whispered.
My cheeks were enflamed, my hair was probably a frizzy mess, and I’m sure my makeup was ruined, but I didn’t care. With how he was looking at me, I didn’t care.
We shared dessert, and he was sweet and caring, and affectionate. If anybody knew what had conspired earlier, they didn’t say or even give me weird looks. It was like it had never happened.
I was still in shock that it did, that I let him do something like this to me in such a public place. It made me feel so wanton and brazen.
Oisin helped me out of my seat, draped his coat over my shoulders, and then walked us out of the restaurant just as the valet pulled up with his black car.
He tipped him generously and then opened the door to help me in. I snuggled into his coat, inhaling the woodsy, intimate, and heady scent that was all Oisin, and sighed lovingly.
It’s crazy. He murmured once he drove us out of the lot. I never thought at my age I’d be going to one of my clubs to dance. He reached for my hand and kissed the inside of my palm. I’d do anything for you, Elena. Do you know that ?
Yes. I’d do anything for you. Do you know that ?
I do. He left another soft kiss and drove us the rest of the way in soft silence.
The club was loud and packed, music blaring and neon lights flickering arrogantly. It smelt of sweat, sex, smoke, and alcohol. The men at the door let us in immediately once they saw Oisin, and he kept his arm possessively around my waist as he led us through to the bar.
The bartender stopped and almost dropped everything in his hands once he saw us. He ducked his head respectfully to Oisin but didn’t dare to spare a glance at me.
Make my wife a drink. Something sweet. He shouted over the music, and the man rushed to prepare it.
There were a lot of people at the bar, but they must have known who Oisin was because no one stood near or around us. The power he held would make me feel like I was high, especially with how he stood beside me.
A fruity yellow drink with a tiny plastic red straw and a tiny umbrella appeared before me in less than two minutes, and the man stood there as if waiting to see if I liked it. I reached for it and took a tentative sip. I hummed and looked up at Oisin.
I love it. I smiled.
I could taste tangy pineapple, coconut, and lime juice hints. I knew there was alcohol too, but I didn’t know what, but still, I loved it. What was I doing listening to Enzo ? I must have been stupid. I finished the overly sweet-drink faster than I expected and set it down.
Can I have another ? I asked the bartender, but he didn’t even look at me, instead looking over to my husband, who gave him a curt nod. Oh ! I rushed. I want to try those Tequila shots, too.
Get her what she wants.
Oisin
She wasn’t drunk yet, but a little buzzed as she set the last shot glass down. Her cheeks were pretty and flushed, and she was gigglier than usual, but fuck I loved it. I loved seeing her so carefree and happy.
She grabbed my hand, interlocked our fingers, and dragged me to the swarm of people dancing on the floor. She placed my hands on her waist and pressed herself flush against me. Fuck. I don’t think I thought this through.
I was hard in seconds. I’m sure I was hard since this morning, but it was nothing new, primarily when Elena was concerned. I spanned my arms tighter and wider across her stomach and hips while her hands went behind and around my neck.
Dance with me. She shouted so I could hear her.
She enunciated her words with a swivel of her hips, and I groaned, burying my face into her neck. She felt too perfect against me like this. She was so soft and curvy, and I knew she was naked underneath this tiny fabric of a dress.
Fuck me. I don’t think we’d last a dance, especially when she began grinding her hips against me. I was either going to fuck her right here or up in my office because I didn’t think I could last any longer than that.
I moved my body with hers as if I was fucking her, I bucked my hips against hers, and she was giving just as much as me, if not more. Her nails dug into my scalp, and I bit down on her neck.
My hand traveled upward to her throat, and I wrapped my hand right there, wanting to feel her erratic pulse.
Fuck, how did this calm me and turn me on at the same time ?
She moved her hips in a dirtier way, and her nails were now tugging in my hair as my mouth assaulted her neck. I wanted more. I needed more than this.
You’re so fucking hot. I nipped at her earlobe. Her moan was loud, and I grinned. So desperate and needy that you’re grinding on Daddy’s cock out here for everyone to see.
She spun around suddenly and yanked me to her mouth. We kissed ravenously. It was a wet and loud kiss as her arms slung around my neck while my hands went to her ass. I hauled her on my body, forcing her to feel how hard I was with her.
Losing patience, I lifted her and tossed her over my shoulder. She shouted, and I placed my hands on her ass, making sure it wasn’t showing, and then I stomped away from the dance floor and up the stairs to my office.
The men that guarded the hallway ducked their heads and moved so I could get inside. Once inside my office, I sat down on the sofa, then moved her body over my lap. Her head fell to the sofa while she sprawled out over my thighs.
Elena, do you remember what I told you ? I asked, smoothing my hands over her ass.
Yes. Do it. Hurt me. Leave marks. As long as they’re yours, I don’t care.
I lifted the bottom of her dress, exposing her sexy, pert ass to my greedy eyes, and licked my lips at the sight. I was soft at first, skimming my knuckles up and down and across her cheeks.
Goosebumps erupted all over her body, and I cooed softly, my hands still squeezing and kneading the soon-to-be reddened flesh.
Remind me why I’m punishing you right now.
Because I teased you at work. She mumbled.
How many do you think you deserve ? 10 ? 15 ? 20 ? I asked, my hands pushing the cheeks together before leaving them and watching them shake with the motion.
As many as Daddy wants. She whimpered.
My cock jerked from her words, and she chuckled when she felt it dig into her. Count, Elena.
At my command, my hand fell on her right cheek. She jolted slightly in my lap. One.
Feeling greedy and powerful with her consent and words, my hand came down on the same cheek harder.
She made a sound. Two.
I didn’t give her a reprieve or a break in between. Instead, I continued spanking her repetitively while she counted in the distance.
Her skin was turning the sexiest shade of red, and my hand imprinted on both her cheeks ; all it did was fuel me to spank her harder. I wanted to fucking tattoo the evidence of this punishment on her body so she could remember this forever.
I was so hard it felt like my cock would shatter into a thousand pieces, yet my hand didn’t stop coming down on her swollen and bruised skin.
Ten ! She cried out.
I wondered if she was crying for me. She was fidgeting, squirming from the force of the impact, but I wasn’t done with her.
This is for teasing me at work. For getting me hard. My voice was barely audible as my hand struck her cheeks right after the other.
Eleven ! Twelve !
This time I knew she was crying because she was sniffling. Her voice was croaky, yet she lay there like such a good girl and took her punishment.
Can you take more ? I rasped, squeezing her asscheeks, and she winced.
Is that all you got ? She taunted.
I swallowed a chuckle and mentally admired her strength. In response to her challenge, I pinned her hips down with one hand while the other spanked her rapidly while she cried out the number in correspondence.
I don’t even know what number we were on, all I knew was that she was wriggling, trying to fight me, and her ass was burning and stinging from every slap. I stopped, my breathing growing harsher, and my eyes admired the masterpiece of her ass.
So red. So bruised. My handprint was branded across her skin, and I groaned at the sight of it. All fucking mine.
Daddy. She whimpered, I need you inside me. Please, fuck me. She pleaded.
I helped her sit up, and the way she looked almost had me coming in my pants. Her hair was ruined, her makeup smeared from her tears, and pretty tears dripped down her cheeks.