My Naughty Little Secret (27 page)

“Oh, Michael, it’s really great to see you,” I told him as we lay in satisfied post-coital leisure.

“You’re only after me for my body,” he chuckled happily.

“That body? You must be joking,” I teased and I felt the sting of a slap on my buttocks. “Actually, it’s your hands.”

“I want all of your body, every little bit of it,” he said, greedily drinking in my nakedness in its rosy after-sex glow. “You are as beautiful as ever, Siobhan Brennan.” While we were sharing a shower, I could see him harden again after the few days of deprivation. He went to the suitcase again. “Now, about controlling you by remote.”

Michael pulled the love egg from his bag. He hit a button and the little egg hummed into life as he held it against my clitoris.

I felt small waves of pleasure roll over me as I felt the gentle vibrations. I closed my eyes, giving myself up to the sensation when all of a sudden it became stronger, faster. He let me enjoy the sensation again until I was almost overflowing, then I felt a pulsing effect. Over and over until he had tested my reactions to all settings, he watched and learned what I liked, but controlled it so I couldn’t come.

“I love this toy!” he said wickedly.

I felt him push it inside and he toyed with each setting again. Although less intense than on the clitoris, it was still quite a sensation. Finally, as I was almost numb from desperation, he allowed me to relax into a steady vibration and he fingered my clitoris gently until my muscles tensed and exploded like an overstretched elastic band. His cock was rock hard, standing to attention, and I went down on him mercilessly, seeking revenge. I licked and sucked and watched his body tense in desperation. Then I stopped, kissed him and gently stroked his shaft. As the peak of the wave passed over him, I brought him back to the edge again. Again I stopped. He was begging now, but I was just as merciless as he had been. I pulled the length of his shaft expertly with my hand, kissing and sucking the tip of his penis, and he tried to push my head down onto him more. I pulled away.

“If you don’t lie still, I’ll stop,” I warned.

He gave into my evil desires and finally, when he thought he could take no more, he shot like a volcano of molten lava into my mouth. We lay and dozed for a little while until I woke up famished with the hunger at six.

“Come on. Let’s go get some reheats,” I said to my drowsy man.

We took yet another shower, this time too sated even to grope one another, and dressed quickly. I texted Mam to say we were on the way and make sure it would be ok to come for food. When we arrived, you could see Dad was almost determined to dislike Michael. His very proper English manners made Dad distrust him more, but I gave him my dirtiest look and he tried to hide it for my sake. Mam had the table set and all the family were there for the customary reheats, including grandparents who weren’t missing this opportunity to interview my new man and check out his intentions.

Michael wasn’t used to the hustle and bustle of a big family, having been an only child shared among four parents. Initially he was shocked at our ways, all teasing and gently deriding each other, but he soon learned it was done in good spirit. He relaxed a bit as we talked about the various scrapes we had gotten into and helped each other out of. I knew he could see Dad watching him, waiting for him to slip up. But Michael decided wisely that the best thing was to ignore it. He seemed to be more wary of Mam, as if he didn’t trust her gentle smiles.

“Shiv tells me you are going to teach me to surf,” he said, addressing Dad, deciding not to be cowed down.

“If you’re up for it,” Dad challenged.

Michael took a chance. “Do you still drown Englishmen in these parts?” he asked. smiling. His call was a good one. Dad’s smile finally reached his eyes as he replied,

“No. we gave that up years ago.”

“Ok, I’m willing in that case, but you’ll have your work cut out. I’ve had a couple of lessons and I’m crap,” he said self-deprecatingly. I saw Dad relax and squeezed Michael’s hand appreciatively. Once the ice was broken with the English quip, Michael became fair game for the two younger girls to tease and a couple of hours passed quickly until I decided it was time to head for the hotel.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” I said to Dad, “surfing at half past twelve ok?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he said, “looking forward to it,” and I actually felt that he meant it.

“See you tomorrow, Michael,” he said, extending his hand for a warm handshake.

“Well, that went well,” I commented as we got in the car, “you’ve fairly soft-soaped Dad.”

“Your dad is only looking out for you,” Michael said. “Essentially, both he and I want the same thing—to see you happy. He’s a good father and he’ll do what he can to protect you. It’s your mother I’m not so sure about. I mean, I can see she loves you dearly, but she has deeper reservations.”

“What makes you say that?” I asked, stunned by his intuition. I had been thinking pretty much the same thing. Dad was much more open than I had expected, but by the same token, Mam had been much more reserved.

“I don’t know; she was warm and hospitable and very welcoming, but I sense she’d rather I wasn’t around,” Michael mused.

“I think she just feels I’m too young to settle down yet. She married young and then had four children and for a number of years, life was tough for her. I suppose she gave up her career to look after us and Easkey didn’t have much to offer. She’ll come round in time.”

“The girls and Niall are eating out of your hand,” I continued.

“Ah, Niall was easy. I was telling him about my job in France. He is going to send a CV after college because we were always recruiting good graduates like him. The girls are just nice, open, uncomplicated teenagers up for a bit of a laugh,” Michael summarised. “And as for your grandparents, it’s their mission to marry you off before they die, so I was a welcome visitor.”

Unbeknownst to Michael, I’d made my decision that night and before I went to sleep I switched my ring to my left hand. I didn’t tell him; I wanted him to discover it for himself. We made love slowly and affectionately before going to sleep, too tired for any fireworks, but glad enough in our reunion to want to share our love.

Hunger woke me early the next morning and I was eager to get back to Easkey, as I’d only managed to get out on the waves once, and I’d blown Pauric off the previous day. I woke Michael with a kiss.

“Hi, sleepyhead,” I said, putting my arms around him. Every morning I woke up beside him. I was grateful to God for this wonderful man by my side. In appreciation, I slipped my hand down towards his crotch, finding him ready and waiting.

He pinned me down. “No! I’m in control this morning,” he said gruffly.

“We’ll see about that.”

I managed to slip his grasp, knocking him down on the bed. A scuffle ensued as we battled for supremacy. Michael triumphed as usual, his bigger size an unfair advantage. I loved fighting him like this; he always won, but it left both of us hot and horny. We were panting and excited from the power struggle as he lifted my two legs up in the air and spanked my bottom hard several times.

“Who’s in charge now?” he asked as he watched my pussy flooding.

“I‘ve a great view from this angle,” he said sexily, his eyes becoming two dark slits. “I’m going to fuck you exactly this way.”

I arched my back ready to meet him, hungry for his throbbing cock. He roughly widened my legs and shoved himself hard into me. I gasped. He felt so deep, it almost hurt. He thrust harder and harder, looking intently into my eyes.

“You - are - one – hell - of - a - sexy - woman,” he pronounced each word through gritted teeth as he fucked me as hard as he could, one word per thrust.

I felt myself tense as he pumped and I moved to meet his movements. He wrapped my legs around his neck, freeing his hands so that he could pull roughly at my nipples. Shit, the hotwire effect as per usual, my nipples spoke directly to my groin and I went into free-fall. As I moaned, nearing frenzy, he grabbed my hair and tugged roughly. I was sent into oblivion with the urgency of his need and the sense of being dominated. We came together with an animal savagery. We were Adam and Eve rediscovering the Garden of Eden after they bit of the forbidden fruit.

“You amaze, Shiv,” he said, full of awe. “I think you once told me you were frigid. But every day I thank the god who sent me this sexual goddess.”

“I think you once told me it was the stud,” I retorted. “This one seems to suit me very well. I might have to keep it.”

Even still he hadn’t noticed I’d switched my ring and I wasn’t telling him. So much for watching out for the switch every day! We went down to breakfast and checked out. I drove along the winding tree-lined country roads to Easkey expertly, shifting gears up and down, and I had to keep my hand on the gear stick due to the frequency of the changes.

The ground was wet and muddy from the torrential rain of the Atlantic coast, but he didn’t care. He told me later he wanted to give me a proper proposal, one I would remember fondly in our old age, but he already had. He had proposed a few times by now: some untimely, some bordering on harassment, and some with heartfelt sincerity, but I knew nothing would ever beat my Christmas letter. He went down on his knee in the mud and the rain.

“Miss Siobhan Brennan, will you please do me the honour of being my wife?”

Michael was oblivious to the fact that Dad had seen us arrive and had opened the door to let us in out of the lashing rain, resulting in the proposal being witnessed by the entire Brennan family. I got out of the car, took his hand to stand him up out of the mud, and answered:

“Mr Henrii, it would be my pleasure,” following it with a kiss.

We turned round to the sound of cheering from Keeva and Aislinn. Dad swept me into a loving embrace and warmly welcomed Michael as a son. Unfortunately I saw the brief look of horror that flitted across Mam’s face as she stood back letting the others wish us joy, trying to gather her wits for the congratulations she would be forced to offer. She hugged me, trying to hide the tears in her eyes, and kissed Michael on the cheek. I really didn’t know what her problem was, but I was gutted. Still, now wasn’t the time or the place for this.

“Well, Granny and Granddad can die happy,” Keeva taunted, mercifully distracting my thoughts.

“When did you say you are off to Dublin for your screen test?” I asked with insincere sweetness.

“In a couple of days, why?” she answered.

“Because it’s not half bloody soon enough,” I laughed, encased in the joy of the rest of my family at least.

When we eventually got a few minutes, Michael asked when I had switched my ring. I told him it had been last night.

“You mean you put me through twelve hours of unnecessary waiting?” he admonished sternly.

The muscles in my tummy clenched in excitement. I’d given him what he wanted, and he knew I dearly wanted spanking back, so it appeared he was willing to try it again. I knew he had learned a valuable lesson about spanking in anger and wouldn’t repeat the same mistake in a hurry. Unlike me, who seemed to make the same blunders over and over, much to the detriment of my behind.

“Yes, I did; have you got a
fucking
problem with that?”

“I have two problems now, Miss Brennan—your lack of consideration and your language, and first chance I get, they are going to be your problems. I believe I have a wife to train.”

I felt myself flooding again, both in my privates and in my heart.
My
Michael was back. The rest of the holiday passed in a haze of heady excitement. I got plenty of surfing in and Michael finally, much to Dad’s delight managed to stay upright and ride a few good waves. I eventually got my spanking when we got the house to ourselves for a short while on New Year’s Eve and I was relaxed and at ease with the world.

I knew Dad was sad to see us heading back to England, but he seemed to feel that I was in good, steady hands. Now if he knew just how firm those hands could be, he might not have been quite as easy about me! I could see he was really troubled that Mam couldn’t find joy in my happiness We bade our
adieus
before bed on the second of January as our flight was very early next morning to enable us be in the store for the start of the January sales.

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Can we go and see Dad first, please? I really want to tell him our news,” Michael begged.

He was like an excited puppy—annoying, but so cute. But it was early in the morning and I really didn’t have the energy for him. I didn’t know what was up with me these days. I seemed to be constantly tired and grouchy. I wanted to join in his enthusiasm, but I just couldn’t find the vigour. It was too much for me. To tell the truth, I dreaded the next couple of weeks. I was dead on my feet. I loved my job, but it had left me drained. I was beginning to wonder if it was all too much for me, Maybe I wasn’t up to the task. My rational mind didn’t believe that and Michael certainly wouldn’t accept it. He was nagging me to see a doctor, telling me that I was even paler than usual and he thought maybe I was anaemic or something. Certainly I was off my food a lot of the time and my legs had felt like lumps of lead on the surfboard. And I could sleep for Ireland. All I wanted was to get out of the taxi and go to the apartment and sleep. But instead I had a heavy day of catching up with work and some serious news to break. It’s not that I wasn’t excited, but the trip to Ireland or the promotion or the party or maybe all three had really taken it out of me.

Don’t get me wrong; I had really grown fond of James and I was looking forward to seeing his reaction. I knew he wanted Michael and me to get it together. Michael was the future of Banbury’s and that James wanted me to be part of that future, I knew beyond question. But I just didn’t have the wherewithal to deal with his all-encompassing zeal. I knew the minute he heard the news he’d be sucking me into the Banbury institution.

I wasn’t wrong. As soon as Michael told him, he insisted on conference-calling Catherine, Lydia at her workplace and Gaston at his. He even wanted to include my parents, but I drew the line. A conference call to Easkey at any time was preposterous, but at eight-thirty in the morning was just plain fucking mad! If the phone rang at that hour of the morning, they would assume our plane went down and the panic stations would set in. The call with the other three went very well. Everyone expressed surprise and delight and Michael was in seventh heaven. I couldn’t begrudge him a minute of it as after all I’d had my moment of glory in Ireland. I understood that it must have been difficult for him to be having this conversation across phone lines when really he’d have loved to have them all in the same room to share his joy. I was momentarily grateful for my provincial little family and life as I was vaguely aware of James organising a family get-together at the weekend to celebrate our engagement.