I opened my eyes, mumbling.
And then I sat up with a start,
I had been asleep with my head comfortably cushioned on Liam O’Grady’s trouser clad lap!!!
I heard the low chuckle from O’Grady’s chest as he gripped me to his chest and said,
“Lass, you’re half asleep. I’m going to carry you, so come along, gr`a mo chroi.”
(At the time, I did not know the words meant Love of my heart…)
I looked at him, puzzled by the words. I’m no Gaelic expert but something about the way he said the words, rolling them in his mouth, made me feel…loved.
I stared at him, his unreadable profile chiseled against the fairy lights on the lawn, in the semi-darkness of the car and said hesitantly,
‘What does that mean?’
He shrugged dismissively, looking like he had said something inadvertently and was now wishing he hadn’t.
“Nothing,” he said gruffly and whisked me into his arms by the simple method of reaching out and grabbing my ankles before pulling me into his arms.
Startled, I wound my arms around his neck and blushed deeply as he chuckled again.
Liam O’Grady was a handsome man, in a devilish way and when he laughed, the deep sound rumbling in his chest, I wanted to hold him like this forever. Sighing, I leaned against his cheek, hiding my eyes.
The eyes give you away, Heather had always said and I knew that if he looked at me now, he would know that I loved him, hopelessly, and forever.
Even at the end of a year, I knew that I would still be holding a candle for this man…
**
Silently, he carried me up the stairs but when we reached the hall, I said in a small voice,
‘I can walk. Please put me down.”
O’Grady lowered my feet gently and I held him for a minute as I regained my balance.
Then, impulsively, I leant up and kissed his firm lips. He looked taken aback.
“What’s that for, Pet?” he queried. His deep gravelly voice gruff.
“I…thank you…” I said, swallowing the words I had almost said,
“I love you”
*
Finn St Just re-entered the main area, having come up from the dungeons. He had been having an interesting time at the beginning, flogging a young woman.
But he soon realized that the woman in question was an experienced escort who knew how to make the necessary mewling noises to excite her audience.
The show had disappointed St Just who had stopped mid-way, his bare chest damp with sweat. Flinging down the flogger, he had left, pulling on his shirt and jacket, only to come face to face with Malachy.
The woman on the ground, tied up suitably, had been pleading.
“Master Finn, Master Finn…” but something about the set up had irritated him.
It was all make-believe.
*
“Hey mate,” cried the man, looking anxious to see a prospective member leave,” Why…?”
St Just had declared coolly,
“Staged scenes are not my thing, Malachy. I like them real.”
But when he made to push past the man to leave, the plump man, who was surprisingly strong, had said in a hard voice,
“Just a minute, Someone wants to talk to you.”
And as St Just straightened up, aggression in his pose, Malachy had backed off, laughing lightly,
“Hey man, chill! It’s Mr. Cahill, Joe Cahill. He said he wants a word with you.”
*
Finn St Just had looked disgusted. He did not care for the scheming old villain who had ruined their father.
But he was wise enough to keep his counsel. Silently, he began to walk and Malachy fell in step beside him.
*
They walked past rooms where couples were enacting scenes and St Just wondered cynically how many of them were elaborate fakes.
Malachy however, was eager to know something else.
“Hey man,” he said in what he hoped was a conversational tone, but it only made St Just feel angry,
“That girl with you, what did you say her name was?”
St Just looked at him, fixing him with a glare from his tawny eyes.
” I never mentioned her name, Malachy,” he answered and saw the flush of annoyance creep up the man’s collar.
“Alrighty, who is she? Bring her for a few games next time, tie her to …”
He rubbed his hands in anticipation, unaware that his companion looked furious.
“She belongs to us,” snapped St Just and then wished he could take the words back as he saw the dawning incredulity and understanding on the man’s fleshy features.
“A PET?’ he smirked and then stopped as he saw the red-hot rage on his companion’s lean, handsome face.
Luckily for Malachy, they had reached a door, a wooden door set in the wall at the end of the room and after knocking deferentially, Malachy indicated that St Just should enter.
*
Liam O’Grady was conscious of the figure before him, her legs climbing the stairs, her enticing a*se swaying invitingly. With every step of her well-defined behind, he felt his erection grow and by the time they had reached the landing where she was about to head to her room, he knew he wanted to have her.
Bianca turned, her face illuminated in the light of the landing, a dim chandelier high above them, he was almost groaning with lust.
“Good…” she began but he moved forward, stopping her.
***
With an oath, he crushed her mouth, those soft lips that had been tantalizing him all evening. She sighed when he shifted his hand moving down her back, pressing her to the wall and he immediately took the acceptance, his tongue sliding in, probing. Licking her lower lip as she strained, her hands clenching on his jacket, her nails raking his arms, he felt the answering hunger in his Pet.
He grunted hoarsely, hefting her in his arms, their mouths still on each other feverishly.
Then, he kicked the door open and entered. Placing her on the bed none too gently in his desire, he began to tear off his trousers but she scooted forward and whispered, her soul in her eyes,
“Let me, O’Grady.”
And as he took off his shirt, he watched, his breathing heavy as she took out his member and licked the tip delicately.
“Ah, sweet Jaysus!” he groaned hoarsely as he gripped her head and she took him in her mouth, gently and then, as he lost control, she took all of him in, his member hitting the back of her throat. Bianca wanted to gag but she controlled herself, pacing out her breathing, loving this man, worshipping him with her mouth.
He was close to coming but then, he pulled out, eyes narrow and intent.
Pushing her back he straddled her, and growled, in a low voice, filled with tenderness,
“Mo anam cara…”
And then, he was inside her, riding her hard and she screamed as she came, her orgasm overcoming any inhibitions she might have had as she surrendered to Liam O’Grady. His mouth on her throat, her breasts, he groaned and pounded into her, rough but unable to help himself…