She had the grace to blush.

"To my rooms," he instructed.

At the top of the stairs, she stepped aside. He led the way down the hall, then stopped in front of the door to his suite. After juggling the luggage, he opened the door. When she just stood there, he nudged her. "After you, my lady."

"My lady? As if I'm anything other than a pawn."

"After you, my pawn." This time, he shoved her into the room.

He closed the door behind them. He dropped the keys on a small table just inside the doorway. Then he shrugged from his jacket and draped it over the newel bed post. "We'll catch a couple of hours sleep before we join mthair Chrona for breakfast. I wouldn't mind fucking you first, however." Just the small amount of their verbal sparring had left him with a raging hard-on.

"Thanks, but I'd rather sleep."

She had a whole lot to learn about being his submissive. He regarded her. She still wore that cheeky T-shirt, but the fact his plug was still shoved up her arse made him smile. He should keep her full up.

He moved into an oversized closet and left the door open. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the carpeted floor.

"You know, I meant to comment earlier. But for an older guy, you're not half bad."

"Older?" he asked, sticking out his head and looking at her. "Older than you by how much? Five years? Six?"

Sinead stood there, unabashedly staring at him. She frowned, as if in deep concentration. "At least five. But you may want to take a look at adding a few more reps when you work out."

"You really know how to make an old guy feel good." He unfastened his belt and wrapped the length around his hand. He considered using the leather on her fair backside. If she were still red from the earlier spanking, she'd feel the next much more keenly.

"No you don't," she said as if reading his mind.

"Don't tempt me." He slipped out of his shoes and took off his socks.

She unzipped her luggage and pulled out fresh knickers.

Lord, he preferred her in nothing at all. Feeling as if the temperature were suddenly several degrees warmer he re-entered the closet.

Even though he'd got off twice on the jet, his cock was hardening again. The idea of the strap across her bare buttocks morphed into a fantasy of pulling out the plug and stuffing a larger one up her hole before letting her go to sleep.

By the time he unbuttoned his khakis and dropped them, his dick was fully erect.

He reached for a dressing gown then discarded the idea. He was going to fuck Sinead. Why bother with clothes?

When he re-entered the bedroom, she was nowhere to be found.

Cursing in two languages, he opened the door and headed down the stairs, naked as the day he was born.

As the front door was locked, it was clear Liam was much cleverer than Jack. She slid open the lock and was tugging the door open when Jack came up behind her and slammed the door closed.

She yelped and jumped.

Calmly he placed a hand alongside her head. Deliberately he moved closer, pressing her belly against the door. He'd lost his erection during his dash down the stairs, but now that he was against her rear, his cock was thickening again. He held her trapped, immobile. Her breathing was ragged, and her shoulders shook slightly. He wondered if she was as turned on as he was. Were they two of a kind? Against her ear, he whispered, "Enough."

She stilled. "I'll not stop fighting you."

"And I'll see you do." Jack captured her right hand and raised it high, pinning it to the door.

"Release me, you bastard."

"When you give your word you'll walk up the stairs to my room. Or we can stay here all night long. I'm not sure how much longer I will be able to restrain myself." He nipped at the top of her ear then soothed the tiny insult with the tip of his tongue. "Do you know what I'm thinking just now? I'm thinking I'll just pull out your butt plug right here and take you against the door. What do you think, Sinead? Shall I take you right here in the entrance of Quinn Manor?"

"Please..."

"Say it, Sinead. Say you surrender."

"For now."

He laughed. "Not good enough. What'll it be? Your total surrender? Or shall I fuck your arse right here, right now?"

"I surrender," she whispered.

He ground his cock against her and simulated the sex act, bending his knees, driving upwards a little.

"Stop!"

"Say it."

"Right. Yes..."

He thrust against her rear.

"I surrender."

"Say it like you mean it."

"I surrender," she whispered, sounding somewhat defeated.

"I surrender, Sir," he prompted.

"I surrender, Sir."

This time, her words had a breathless quality that turned him on even more. "That's my lass."

"In your dreams."

This time, he took no chances. He released her right hand and took a step back. "Strip."

"I beg your pardon?"

He folded his arms across his chest.

"Here?" she whispered, looking above his head to the top of the stairs.

"Here," he confirmed. "Now."

She swallowed. "Your grandmother..."

"My grandmother is upstairs in her bedroom. If you continue making a racket, she'll wake up and come to see what all the fuss is about. If you don't want her seeing you naked, you might want to shut up and follow my orders."

"What about your servant?"

"He was married." Sometime in the past hundred years. "You've nothing he hasn't seen before. I'll have you naked now, if you please."

"You're a beast."

"Indeed." A beast with a cock that throbbed demandingly.

With a glance at the stairs, she pulled off her T-shirt.

"Drop it on the floor."

She opened her mouth as if to protest. When he glared, she lowered her gaze and released the cotton shirt. "Now the bra."

"Honestly! You've made your point."

"The bra."

She reached behind her and unhooked the material.

"Drop it."

She did.

He ached to feel the fullness of her breasts in his palms, wanted to tease those nipples into even harder firmness. "You really are lovely with your nipples erect like that."

"Someone will hear you," she whispered furiously.

"Take off your shoes."

She glared, but she stepped out of her sandals.

"And the rest, if you please."

Her chin was set mutinously, but she followed his order and removed her jeans and thong.

Her bush was neatly trimmed and he smelt the scent of her heat. She was all woman. His woman. He'd had his hands off her for hours, and it turned out that was longer than he could tolerate.

Jack couldn't help himself. He knelt, right there in his family home's historic entry way. He reached around her, pressing one palm against her warm buttocks and another against the small of her back. His arousal grabbed him hard and fast. He wanted this woman. Nothing to do with the past, with revenge. Everything to do with raw, animalistic need. His pulse quickened.

He pressed his mouth against her hot mound. "Spread your legs."

"What? Here? Are you mad?"

"Completely. Now spread your legs." When she hesitated, he slapped her cunt.

With a gasp, she parted her legs.

Despite her verbal protests, his Sinead was hot and ready. Her pussy was moist, making his cock pulse.

He pushed on the plug slightly. Her hips jerked forward and she dug her hands into his hair. "You're a hot woman." He licked her clit. When she moaned, he sucked on it slightly. Then he tongued inside her vagina.

He felt her pussy muscles clench, spasming in advance of her orgasm.

There was nothing he wanted more than to feel her come around his tongue. But she was also at her most vulnerable in this moment. Reluctantly he stopped tasting her. "Upstairs with you," he said.

He stood and moved away from her.

Groggily she blinked.

He gently tugged.

"You really are a scoundrel."

With his hands on her shoulders, he moved her away from the door and towards the stairs. She didn't argue. Perhaps she was finally learning that he didn't make idle threats.

He stayed a step below her on the way up the stairs. Customarily he preferred his subs to follow him at a respectful distance. This one wasn't trained well enough to do that yet. Besides, this way, he got to watch the way her arse swayed, and he caught an occasional glimpse of the bling between her buttocks.

In his suite, he closed the door and locked it behind them. He dropped the key into a drawer. It wouldn't necessarily stop her from bolting, but it would certainly slow her down. "I may always keep you naked, a rn."

"I prefer to sleep in a T-shirt."

"Indeed?"

"One of yours is fine."

"Generous of you. Into bed." He opened another drawer and pulled out a pair of soft leather cuffs.

As she climbed onto the bed, she kept a wary eye on him. "What are you about?" she asked. She sat on the mattress and pulled her legs protectively to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs.

Jack moved fast. He crossed the room, grabbed her. Within seconds and despite her struggles he secured her to the bedpost.

"Release me this instant."

He folded his arms across his chest and regarded the squirming, sexy wee bit of woman on his bed. Loveliness and a hellion rolled into one. The ensuing years may be a lot of different things, but boring would never be among them.

"This is an outrage. Despite what you think, we've moved on from the Middle Ages. You cannot kidnap me and keep me against my will."

"My lady, it appears I already have."

He left her there on the bed, beautiful in her anger.

"Damn you," she said. "No! No, no, no! Damn you! Let me out of this bloody thing!"