Page 57 of Deadly Oath

“How do you know?—”

“Answer me!”

“No!” she cries out, and there’s real fear in her voice. For a brief moment, it makes me waver, caught between a surge of concern for her that startles me with its ferocity, and my determination, mixed with growing excitement, to punish her. “No, but Kian?—”

“You need to be punished, princess. I gave you a chance to obey, and you didn’t. You put me in danger, and worse still, you put yourself in danger. Now, I’m going to make sure you remember not to do that in the future.” I step forward, twining my hand in her hair. “And I’ll be honest, princess. I’m going to get off on it, too.”

She starts to twist around, fury sparking in her eyes, but I tighten my hand in her hair. “Your choice, Sabrina. Bend over, or I’ll tie you up before I spank you. Either way, you’re going to get your pretty ass spanked. If you take it like a good girl, maybe you won’t get your ass fucked, too.”

“You wouldn’t?—”

“Oh, I’m dying to fuck every single one of your holes, princess,” I assure her. “And you’re going to enjoy it, too, I promise.”

“No, I won’t.” She tips her chin up, and I grin at her.

“I think I know what you’ll like, little rabbit,” I murmur, reaching up to drag the edge of my folded belt along the line of her jaw. “I’ve known from the start, and you’re well aware of it. You’ll come for mefrom this, too. Because deep down, you’re already excited. I bet if I slipped my fingers between your legs right now, you’d be wet for me.”

“I—no. I’m not—” she sputters, and I chuckle, dropping my belt onto the bed as I reach down to slide my fingers between her folds.

“Kian!” she cries out, and I know why a second later, when I slide my fingers against her clit and pull them away, sticky with her arousal.

“That’ll be a few more strokes for lying,” I murmur. “Now pick, princess. Bend over, or I’ll tie you up.”

Her eyes are sparking with fury, but I can see them starting to glaze over with arousal, too. She might not be sure if she wants this, but she’s curious, and her body is reacting to it. I see her weighing her options, deciding which one she’s going to pick—and then slowly, she leans forward, bending over the end of the bed as she stretches her hands out above her head, turning her face to one side as she looks at me suspiciously.

“Good girl,” I murmur, picking up my belt as I circle around behind her. “Ten strokes, I think. And you’re going to count out loud for me, princess. If you miss one, I’ll repeat it until you say it. Do you understand?”

She gives a small nod, and I chuckle, enjoying her lingering defiance. My cock pushes against the towel, still wrapped around my hips, already stiff with anticipation of what I’m going to do to her.

“Sayyes, sir,” I command, and Sabrina flushes. I see her hesitate, and I tap the belt against the curve of her ass, making her flinch. “I don’t like having to repeat myself, princess.”

Sabrina licks her lips nervously. “Yes, sir,” she whispers, and from the way her breath catches, I think she liked saying it much more than she’d be willing to admit.

I stroke the belt over one side of her ass, letting her get used to the feeling of the leather against her skin. And then I raise my hand, looking at her creamy flesh for a lingering moment before I bring the belt down with a heavycrack.

Sabrina cries out instantly, raising her head as her body rears back. “Ow!” she yelps, and I laugh, even as my cock throbs from thesight of the red mark on her perfect flesh. This mark is oneIleft on her, and I’m eager to see her painted red with stripes from my belt before I fuck her hard.

Before I remind her that she’s mine.

“Count,” I say sharply, and Sabrina sucks in a breath.

“One,” she mutters, her fingers clawing into the blankets as she anticipates the next stroke. Her body jerks again as the leather comes out, and she cries out: “Two!”

By the time I reach five, I’m so hard it hurts. Sabrina’s ass looks painfully sexy, striped in red from my belt, and I jerk the towel free from my hips before my cock pushes it loose anyway, letting my length jut out in front of me, throbbing and dripping pre-cum as I pause briefly, looking down at her.

“Spread your legs wider, princess,” I instruct. “I want to see how wet you get for me while I spank you.”

She opens her mouth, as if she’s about to deny it, and then thinks better of it. Slowly, her cheeks flushing as red as her ass, she spreads her legs apart, moving them further with each insistentmorefrom me, until I can see every inch of her perfect pussy exposed for my pleasure.

She’s swollen and open, flushed and wet, and my cock jerks as I imagine how good it will feel to slide into her tight heat. “Keep counting,” I order, bringing the belt down again, and as she cries outsix, I hear that cry soften into a moan.

“Are you starting to enjoy your punishment, princess?” I tease, bringing the belt down again. “I can see how wet you are. I can hear the sounds you’re making. Why don’t you go ahead and admit that this is turning you on? That you like taking your punishment like a good girl?”

“No,” Sabrina bites out, just as I bring the belt down again. “Seven. No, I’mnotenjoying it?—”

She lets out a scream as I bring the belt up sharply between her thighs, cracking the leather against her swollen pussy, the end of it hitting her clit. Her legs tremble and shake, her knees buckling, and she barely keeps herself upright as she lets out a shuddering moan.

“That hurt, didn’t it, princess?” I don’t wait for her to say anything, as she nods, her eyes filling with tears. “But it felt good, too.”

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