Page 58 of Deadly Oath

She nods again, sniffing as she drops her head back against the blanket.

“That one didn’t count,” I add. “You still need to take three more. Lie to me again, princess, and I’ll spank your pussy as many times as I spanked your ass before I fuck your tight little hole.”

I bring the belt down again as I say it, and Sabrina lets out a helpless moan. “Eight,” she whimpers, and I reach down with my left hand, running it along my cock for a moment’s relief before I bring the belt down twice more in quick succession.

When she moans outten, I can’t take it any longer.

I drop the belt, take one quick step closer, and grab her hip firmly with one hand as I thrust into her hard.

Her ass is hot to the touch from her punishment, and I feel her skin burn against my hips as I slam into her, sinking to the hilt. Sabrina lets out a cry that might be pleasure or pain, a sobbing moan escaping from her lips, and I thrust again, harder still, before wrapping one hand in her hair and tugging her head back.

“You’re never going to do that again,” I growl, leaning in so that my lips are close to her ear. I feel a shudder run through her as my mouth nearly brushes it, and I grind my hips against her, making sure every inch of my cock is buried inside. “You’re never going to put yourself in that kind of danger. Do you understand me, Sabrina? If you do, I won’t just spank you and then fuck you. I’ll tie you up and edge you until you’re crying. I’ll spank your ass and thighs and pussy until they’re red, and then cover you in my cum and leave you there. Do youunderstand me?”

Her pussy flutters around me with every word, her moans telling me that my threats are turning her on, whether she likes it or not. “Yes,” she gasps out, her back arching as I pull her head back, my other hand coming up to wrap around her throat as I start to thrust again. “I understand, Kian—god!”

“I’m going to fuck you raw,” I promise her, hips thrusting steadily as I sink into her tight heat over and over, the ecstasy of it rolling overme in waves. “I’m never going to use a condom when I’m inside of you, princess. I’m going to come in you until you fucking taste it. And I’m going to keep you dripping with my cum every chance I get. Until you remember that you’remine.”

She gasps, her ass bucking back against me with every thrust, her hips grinding against the bed to get some friction on her clit. “I’m not going to just give you an orgasm this time,” I warn her, my hands still wrapped around her throat and in her hair, bracing myself as I pound into her. “So come on my cock if you can, princess. This is a punishment, remember?”

From the way she clenches around me, I don’t think she’s going to have any problem coming for me. She cries out as I thrust again, grinding into her, pressing her hard enough into the edge of the bed that I know she’s getting some friction on her clit. I see her start to move one hand, as if to reach down and touch herself, and I slap the side of her ass hard, letting go of her throat just long enough to do it before grasping her there again.

“Don’t fucking think about it, princess,” I snap. “Come from my cock, or you don’t get to come at all.”

“I—” she gasps, writhing in my grasp as I feel my own orgasm nearing. “I’m going to come, Kian. Oh god, I?—”

She bucks against me, hard, as I feel her clench and ripple around me, her tight heat pulling me deeper as she starts to come. Her moan turns into a strangled cry, muffled by my grip on her throat as I thrust once more, and I give in to the pressure in my cock, driving me over the edge too, as I start to come so hard I swear I see fucking stars.

Nothing can compare to how it feels to fill Sabrina up. How fucking good it feels to drive into her, spurting cum as I feel her writhing on my length, how incredibly erotic it is to watch her lose herself underneath me. I keep my grip on her throat, her breathless moans only making me orgasm harder as I hold myself inside of her as deeply as I can go, my chest heaving as I groan my own pleasure aloud.

Sabrina sags against the bed the instant I let her go, collapsing in a breathless heap as I pull out of her. My cum drips down her thighs,and I take a step back, reaching out to run my hand over the curve of her ass.

“You took that very well,” I praise her, gently reaching for her to help move her up further onto the bed. “You felt so good, princess. That was perfect.”

Sabrina lets out a low moan, her head falling onto the pillows. “I’m so tired,” she whispers, and I reach for a blanket, tugging it up over her naked body as her eyes flutter closed.

“Get some rest,” I say quietly, looking down at her atop her bed. Something unfamiliar twitches in my chest as I look at her, and I frown, fighting back the feeling as best as I can.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” she asks sleepily, and before I can think better of it, I nod.

“Yes, princess. I’ll be here.”

23

SABRINA

Ifell asleep so hard after my punishment that I didn’t really have time to think about how it made me feel. But when I open my eyes some time later, feeling groggy and sore, a rush of embarrassment quickly follows the memory of what happened.

Kianpunishedme. As if he has any right to tell me what to do, as if he’s someone I’msupposedto obey. As if I belong to him, a refrain that he repeats in bed—but one that I thought was just dirty talk. Something he said because it got him off—and, if I’m being honest, me as well. But after this, it feels like it goes deeper than that.

I shift against the mattress, sitting up slowly, and suck in a breath at how sore I am, inside and out. My ass feels bruised, my pussy aching from Kian’s rough fucking, but the memory of it makes my heart beat a little faster, my breath catching in my chest.

I liked it. No matter how humiliated I might feel after the fact, no matter how mad I might be that he thinks he has any right to ‘punish’ me, I got off on what he did. Just the memory makes me squeeze my thighs together, makes me feel a rebellious temptation to disobey some instruction of his again, so I can feel that mixture of pain and pleasure that the belt gave me.

Slowly, I slide out of bed, testing my muscles. I’m stiff from thehours of being tied to that chair, sore from what Kian did, and still sticky from the latter. I want another shower, and while I’m not sure if Kian is still here as he promised he would be, I’m inclined to go clean up before I find out.

The hot water feels blissful. I stand under it for a long time, letting it soak into my tight muscles, wondering if Kian is actually still here. I wouldn’t be surprised if he just left.He got what he wanted, didn’t he?

But this time, there was something more intense about him. A shudder runs through me, thinking of the blood and violence of earlier today, the gunshots and screams, the utter ruthlessness with which he saved me from my kidnappers. He was furious with me afterward, and as much as I want to argue that I’m nothisto punish—I can see his point, to a certain extent.

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