AN: Here's the NSFW addendum to the previous chapter. It's pure smut and adds nothing to the story, so feel free to skip it if that's not your bag.

When she'd first started dating Ian, Emily expected that sooner or later, he'd get bored of her (assuming Charlotte didn't scare him off first). She was young and inexperienced and once the novelty of that wore off, she assumed he'd get bored, no matter how many times he told her he wasn't interested in her because she was innocent.

Their sex life was admittedly rather tame at first: she was shy and he didn't want to scare her off or make her feel used. Her only previous experience had been with John Cooley and he hadn't even tried to get her wet before he'd thrusted a few times inside her and came (either not knowing or not caring that it was supposed to be enjoyable for her too). Ian, though, was different; the first time they'd had sex, he'd taken the time to really pleasure her and had given her her first orgasm and she'd finally understood why people enjoyed sex.

By the time Gemma started sleeping through the night – following several months in which they hadn't had sex at all while she recuperated from childbirth and Gemma had insisted on cluster-feeding all night long – Ian had proven himself true to his word: he wasn't with her just for sex.

He made her feel desirable and, more than that, he made her feel loved and supported and because of that she was able to find a bold and adventurous side of her she hadn't known existed. And slowly, she had proven herself to be kinkier than either of them had anticipated...

"And what is it you do, Lauren?" Ian drawled by her ear, fastening her wrists behind her back with a belt.

A frisson of excitement coursed down her spine. She bit her lip coyly, looking up at him from her place on her knees, trying not to seem too eager. "Right now, I'm trying to get into business with a former IRA captain, he's gone freelance – you might've heard of him: Valhalla?"

"Yeah, I might know him..." He pulled his hardening cock from his boxer-briefs, stroking it until he was fully erect. He stayed just out of her reach, teasing her with what she couldn't have; her eyes glinted with want, hungry gaze never straying from his cock.

"Well, since this is sensitive," she breathed, tongue flicking out over her lips in that way that never failed to make him weak in the knees. She met his gaze then, eyes dark with desire and mischief. "Es qu'on peut parler en privé..."

A devilish grin crossed his lips. He shook his head slowly, reminding himself to maintain control – which was harder than anticipated in the moment, her acting entirely too convincing, the fantasy too captivating. "Tu est plein des surprises, dis donc?"

"Si tu savais..."

He nearly groaned as those words left her lips; he wanted her so badly in that moment, it was all he could do to keep from holding her down and ramming into her until she screamed his name. Leaning down, he ran a hand almost tenderly along her cheek. "Perhaps you should show me..." he said, one thumb stroking her bottom lip.

Emily grinning up at him as he drew himself up to his full height over her, her eyes glinting flirtatiously as she opened her mouth wide, ready and eager to accept his cock into her mouth.

It had taken her awhile to get the hang of this, to be able to enjoy sucking his cock – he'd insisted that she didn't have to do it if she didn't want to (and he'd meant it – he'd never once forced her to do anything she wasn't comfortable with and, in fact, it had taken her continued insistence that she wanted it before he'd been willing to tie her up for the first time), but she could tell he was thrilled she'd come to enjoy pleasuring him like this. And it didn't hurt that he was equally skilled at pleasuring her with his mouth and he never failed to give her a mind-blowing orgasm in return.

She maintained eye contact and her devilish smile as she bobbed her head, taking him in until he hit the back of her throat, gagging slightly. He had to force himself to look away from the sight of her on her knees, red lips wrapped around his cock before the image caused him to come undone all too soon; how the girl who'd been so inexperienced and almost shy when they'd first met had come to be such a vixen, he'd never know, but he certainly wasn't about to complain.

One calloused hand wiped at the spittle that formed at the corners of her lips, then slid around the back of her head where he clutched a fistful of her hair – a little too roughly – and she knew he was enjoying it...and she couldn't help but enjoy that hint of roughness too.

She flicked her tongue out over the head of his cock and he shivered as she found just the right spot, letting her lavish it with attention for a moment until he was on the verge of coming. Then, he demanded, "Stop. I've got other plans for you..."

His grin was almost wicked as she pulled away, breathless. With the back of her hand, she wiped the saliva from her lips, then pouted up at him. "I wasn't done yet..." she replied all sass and sultry and he couldn't help but wonder how he'd gotten so lucky as to have her.

He yanked sharply on the restraint around her wrists until she was within reach of the headboard where he bound her. "I've been waiting to get you on your hands and knees," he rasped, voice gravelly with arousal as he forced her down onto her elbows.

She opened her mouth to reply, no doubt something smart-mouthed, but she didn't get the chance before he was kissing along her naked back, lips pressing against the ridges of her spine, sweet and gentle, making her give a contented little sigh that changed suddenly to a gasp when he tangled one hand in her hair and tugged sharply. The pain travelled straight to her cunt, leaving her breathless and eager for more.

Lips next to her ear, he chuckled softly like he knew exactly what it did to her. He ran two knuckles across her entrance, feeling her wetness seeping out over his fingers. "Slut," he hissed, offering her his fingers which she readily took into her mouth, sucking her juices off of them.

When she released his fingers from her mouth, he returned them to her cunt, slipping them inside her. "So wet for me," he husked, slipping his fingers along her slit, slicking her up with her juices. She wriggled impatiently under him, eager for more. "Something you need, Love?" he taunted, withdrawing his fingers from inside her.

"More," she insisted. "I need more."

"Greedy little thing," he scolded, slapping her ass with an open palm, sending stinging pain deep into her muscle and she whimpered.

"Please..." she added.

At her request, he pressed one finger into her asshole, producing a low keening sound from deep in her throat. He gave her a moment to adjust before adding another finger, pumping them slowly in and out, never quite giving her enough to satisfy.

"Yes," she panted, "Don't tease me... I need more."

He clicked his tongue scoldingly as he withdrew his fingers. "Patience, Love." She could hear the unmistakable sound of him stroking his cock, slicking it up with lube in preparation to fuck her good and hard.

"Screw patience," she said, "Fuck me already!"

"You've got a filthy mouth," he said, slapping her ass again. But he obliged her request, pressing inside her inch by inch until his hips were flush with her ass.

She moaned at the intrusion, head falling forward so her hair fell in a curtain in front of her face. With one hand, he reached over to tuck her hair behind her ear, tender even as he fucked her roughly. Her eyes fluttered shut at the gesture and she couldn't help the small smile that quirked her lips, even if he couldn't see.

Once he was fully seated inside her and he'd given her a moment to adjust (not too long because she liked it rough), he started moving. His breaths ghosted, warm and heavy, across the back of her neck as he panted with each thrust into her, his fingertips pressing into her hips as he kept her canted to receive him.

He set a leisurely pace at first, like he wanted to enjoy her as much as possible, but she was eager and impatient, rocking her hips against him with each thrust. "Em, slow down," he groaned, "I want to enjoy you...you're so fucking tight."

He pressed a hand on her shoulders, stilling her movement, and she whimpered, pouted. "Harder," she demanded.

He slapped her ass again and he could see the faintest outline of his handprint bright red on her skin. "You're getting awfully mouthy," he scolded, "I might have to punish you..."

Her breath caught in her throat at the threat and she tried not to let her imagination wander with what kind of punishment he might have in mind. If her hands hadn't been tied up, she would have been touching herself at the thought.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he said, entirely too smugly, as if reading her mind. "You'd like to be tied up and treated like the whore you are..." He sped up his thrusts, pulling out until only the tip of his cock was inside, then plunging back in to the hilt, slamming into her until she was mewling and begging him to let her come.

"Touch me," she whimpered.

"Ask nicely," he demanded.

"Ian, please..." she begged, "Please, let me come..."

"Since you asked so nicely..." he granted, dipping three fingers into her soaked cunt, roughly thrusting them inside her, working her to a fever pitch. Her begging became nonsensical curses, her hands clutching at the sheets below her, and he knew she was on the edge of release when her back arched, taut as a bowstring beneath him.

He finally finished, spilling hotly into her ass, moments before she came with a scream of his name and when he pulled out, she could feel his come dripping out of her and she shuddered with pleasure. "Untie me?" she plead, wanting to touch herself, already hungry for more.

"You really are insatiable, aren't you?" he scolded with a click of his tongue, but his sly grin betrayed the fact that he wanted to watch.

She just grinned wickedly.