Irish Promises

Chapter Three

Hugh

Anastasia stands across from me with her arms still crossed and biggest bratty pout on her face that ever seen.

As much as I fucking love the girl standing in front of me the daily urge I get to want to spank her ass until she can't sit down is astronomical at times.

Frankly after her outburst just now that's exactly what I intend to do.

Then I'll fuck her just like she wants and maybe it'll fuck this pissy mood right out of her because in all honesty I've got enough shit to deal with I don't need one of her tantrums because she's not getting the attention she wants right now.

"What the fuck was that all about?" I snarl at her.

Instead of giving me a valid answer she tilts her chin up and to the side slightly brushing me off and oh yeah she's gonna fucking wish she hadn't done that.

I don't say a word as I move round her clasping her arm as I do and drag her towards the bed.

"Get off of me!" She hisses but there's not a fucking ounce of resistance in her though. Instead her feet move willingly almost too eager.

Within no time at all she's knelt on the bed, her head flush with the mattress, hands tied to the bed frame and her ass up in the air. Every part of her on full fucking display for me.

Every fucking inch of her body is perfect and the fact she even considered doubting that it wasn't just fuels my frustration and desire to turn that creaky skin of hers bright red.

When I join her on the bed, settling myself behind her she sucks in a deep breath of anticipation and I don't have to look at her face to know there'll be a smirk there.

Bringing my hand to stroke the globe of her ass goosebumps spring to the surface straight away and she presses herself into my touch.

"Are you going to tell me what exactly has got you behaving like this? Because I know it's not the lack of attention feather because if you wanted it you'd make us give it to you" I say knowing there's more to it than this.

She shakes her head still being just as fucking stubborn and defiant as ever so instead of just spanking her ass I climb back off the bed and head straight for my pile of discarded clothes where my belt is.

When I step back towards the bed she turns her head to peer back at me unease in her eye as she asks "Hugh what are you-"

She's cut off as I bring the belt down on across her ass with a whack that reverberates around the room and is followed by a loud yelp from her.

"Fuck Hugh!" She hisses through gritted teeth, her hands clenching around the tie binding her hands to the bed.

"Are you going to tell me?" I ask again only waiting a couple of beats for a response before I'm bringing the belt against her skin again.

This time a loud moan emanates from her and I know the pain is more pleasurable to her than she'll ever be willing to admit.

I go on like that spanking her ass with the belt. Red stripes marring the soft skin, not a spec of her ass not pink. The whole time she whimpers and moans not once tapping out even though I know she's close to her limit.

I don't even have to check to know she's dripping and more than ready for me to plunge myself into her.

I'm so fucking hard it's painful but instead of fucking her like this I reach over her untying her hands and shift us both so we're lying on our sides her back flush with my chest.

"I've missed you" she whispers, her voice somber as I lift her leg hooking it around mine and line myself up at her entrance.

"I know feather, I know" I say brushing my lips against her shoulder as I sink myself into her.

Her warmth surrounding my cock as her walls clench around me like fucking vice.

Her head drops back and she arches into me a long moan escaping her. As much as I want to fuck her hard that need completely escapes me because I know she doesn't need that right now.

I was right this wasn't just a cry for attention it was so much more than that.

I roll my hips slowly thrusting into her each stroke deeper than the last. Her head turns to meet mine our mouths coming together as our tongues sweep against each other passionately.

When I bring my hand to her swollen clit and start circling with my fingers a shudder rocks through her and she clenches around me so tight it has my thrust quickening. My balls drawing up as I come close to the edge.

Then I'm fucking her hard as she cries out my name over and over again until it just comes out as a breathy gasp as she comes all over my cock.

Her body quivers and shudders with each thrust of my hips and after a few more I'm spilling into her with a groan.

We lay like that for a few quiet moments, our bodies slick with sweat, me still buried inside her.

"Are you going to tell me what really wrong now?" I ask.

She's silent for a beat before she sighs and shifts herself so I pull out of her. She turns to face me a sadness in her eyes that kills me to see.

"I felt like you were all avoiding me now that Irvin's in the picture and I just want you all to trust and believe that this is exactly where I want to be" she whispers and I know she means every word.

But I also know she's oblivious to the hold that he really has on her. For now he's kept his distance but I know it won't be like that for much longer.

We all saw the instant change in her the moment she laid eyes on him, the way she falters in his presence.

"We know you do" I reply softly knowing that saying anything else won't help right now and then shift myself down the bed.

"And feather" I say my lips brushing against her stomach.

"Yeah?" She breathes peering down at me.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with this" I whisper pressing my lips to her stomach. "Or any part of you" I then say, my expression hard so she knows there's no fucking room for argument.