Irish Luck

Chapter Thirty-Four

"I'm sorry what?" I manage to choke out after his words have filtered through my brain.

"Oh I'm sure you will be sorry after this" he replies tossing the little rose toy up in the air and catching it over and over again as if it's a ball. "You wanted my attention and now you've got it"

I want to say that his attention wasn't exactly what I was aiming for but the words don't come out, in fact I'm too busy watching the toy go up and down I almost don't register what he says next.

"Strip and lay on the bed with your legs spread" he says it so calmly as if he's asking me to make him a coffee I unintentionally laugh from how absurd it is.

"I'm not laughing pero, I'm going to put a stop to this bratty behaviour of yours once and for all" he deadpans and oh my something about the way he calls me feather almost makes my knees go weak beneath me.

"And how exactly are you going to do that?" I reply and then realise I've pretty much just ignored the fact he's just said I'm a brat.

"Strip Anastasia" he says completely ignoring my question, still tossing the toy up and down. "The longer you make me wait the longer I'll make you wait"

"Wait for what?" I ask way more intrigued than I should be.

He halts throwing the toy and his head tilts to the side with a smirk that tells me he knows I'm way more interested in what could happen next than I'd like to admit so I say "And if I say no?" Just to see exactly what his response will be.

"Then I leave" he replies with a shrug as if he couldn't care less. Completely unfazed which is not a trait that I seem to have right now.

Part of me wants to tell him to shove it but I don't say a word. I'm way too intrigued to find out exactly what might come next.

Even though the thought of doing anything this man tells me to do infuriates me something about it also has my skin heating so I rise from the bed and proceed to follow his orders and start stripping down. I don't know why I suddenly feel so self conscious with his gaze watching my every move, it's not like he hasn't already seen me naked but something about it being like that has all that sassy confidence dissipating within seconds.

"Happy now?" I snap throwing my arms out at my side as I stand across from him.

He doesn't say yes or no, instead he just smirks and throws the toy onto the bed with the rest before he reaches for his belt buckle and starts undoing it.

Once it removed he takes it in both hands and snaps the leather so it's taunt, the sound of it making my throat go dry straight away.

"Pick a safe word Anastasia" he says with a smirk as he takes calculated steps towards me.

"Wh-What?" I manage to stutter out as if my brain has lost the ability to comprehend what he just asked me.

"I said pick a safe word" he repeats and stops right in front of me. "If you feel uncomfortable, scared or feel it's too much you use your safe word and I stop" he then says and I don't even realise I'm nodding like an idiot until it's too late.

It's not until he leans his head down to mine his breath skirting against my ear before he speaks that I finally feel like I snap back to reality a little bit.

"Pick one pero" he whispers and god when he calls me feather it does things to me that I never imagined would be possible with him.

Fuck being put on the spot like this makes my mind go completely blank and the belt in his hands doesn't make it any better either so I give the first word that pops into my head.