Page 27 of Kings of Violence

“Because it was subpar,” Sierra says. “The processing speed might’ve been worth something six years ago, but now?” She shakes her head. “You can’t just give me a piece of shit laptop and expect me to work miracles. You absolutely have the money to buy me a good desktop computer.” She looks at me, as though daring me to argue.

“You do not need a better computer. Just figure out your papa’s passwords.” I glance back at the phone. “Perhaps your big brother knows? Should I drag him here and torture him to find out?”

Her expression flashes with something between fury and fear, and I find that I like that look on her face. “A new computer would make things much quicker, all right? It…”

I glance at the unfinished dresser, then reach for one of the pieces of plywood resting against the side. I pick it up and take it to the tablesaw, then put on a facemask. The saw buzzes loudly when I turn it on.

“What are you doing?” Sierra asks, her voice quivering.

Nikolai laughs beside her.

I look over my shoulder at her. “One of the drawers is faulty. I am making a new base for the drawer.” I chuckle darkly. “Or do you think I should put something other than wood underneath my saw?”

“No!” she says. “Look, I’m doing the best I can, and I’m good at what I do, but the laptop is seriously a piece of shit. It barely runs the software I need.”

I ignore her and finish cutting the piece of plywood down to size. Once that’s done, I set it aside, turn the saw off, and take offthe mask. My hands are covered in sawdust, but I walk over to her and grip the bottom of the shirt.

Nikolai grins and angles Sierra so she’s directly between us.

I pull the shirt up, revealing more of her body to me. Nikolai has one arm around her waist and the other hand on her breast. He’s more tanned than she is, and I like the contrast of their skin tones.

She squirms and tries to pull away from Nikolai, but his grip is strong.

“I am not going to give you access to high end equipment until you have proven you’re trustworthy,” I tell her.

“I can’t prove I’m trustworthy if I have third-rate equipment,” Sierra says, a little breathless from the exertion of trying to break free of Nikolai’s grasp. “You’re asking too much.Demandingtoo much.”

“Then I suppose you really are only good for one thing,” I say. I glance at Nikolai and hold up my gloved hands. “My hands are dirty, and we don’t want the poor girl to get splinters. You’ll have to hold her up for me.”

“Need me to get your button and zipper too?” Nikolai grins at me. “I can get you all sorts of prepared so you’re ready to just shove it in.”

Sierra shudders, but she keeps her mouth tightly closed.

I take Sierra’s bound hands and place them over my fly. “I’m sure you can manage to get my cock out even with your hands like that. You must have some manual dexterity, typing away all day.”

“Also carpal tunnel and probably premature arthritis,” she says, but the sassiness I know she’s going for isn’t quite there. “But I can probably just jack you off.” She undoes my fly anyway, already resigned to what’s going to happen, but I pretend to think about it for just a moment.

“You can get me hard, then we will have Nikolai hold you for me,” I tell her. “We’ll have you wide open for me. I will pound into you, get you very, very filthy.” I laugh. “Better hope Nikolai’s been keeping up with his weight training.”

Nikolai snickers. “I can hold her up for longer than you can fuck her,” he boasts.

“No,” Sierra says. “I’m not in the mood.”

“I don’t think that matters,” I respond easily. I grip one of her wrists and place her hands over my cock. “Pull me out. Get me nice and hard.”

I can see the argument forming on her lips, but she must be thinking of the threats we’d made to her precious brother.

She obeys me, using her bound hands to pull my cock out of my pants and briefs.

“I am going to fuck you,” I tell her. “Right now, you are clean and safe. But if this doesn’t work out, I will have to find a surface to bend you over.” I gesture around my workshop. All the available surfaces are either covered in sawdust or have various dangerous tools on them. I see Sierra’s eyes going to the tablesaw. “Oh, is that what you want? You want to play dangerously?”

“No!” she says immediately. “No. I’m behaving, aren’t I?” Even though she doesn’t want to be, and that much is clear.

It’s almost too easy. A casual threat to her mother or her brother, and she falls into line just like that.

Sierra awkwardly takes my cock into her bound hands and starts moving up and down along the shaft. I groan at the sensation, and while she does that, I lean in closer so I can nip the side of her neck.

She shudders with revulsion, but that only gets me harder.

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