Page 18 of Wicked Oath

“They are small but fiercely territorial, and they often gift those who take care of them,” he says as he stands in front of me and straightens the vest. “They will call you Raven, but you aremyLittle Flower.”

“I love it,” I say softly. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he says. “But…”

“Aww. You’re going to punish me in front of everyone, aren’t you?” I ask.

“I am,” he says. “On your knees, Little Flower.”

I sink to my knees and sit back on my heels to look up at him. “I’m sorry for being a brat,” I say remorsefully.

“I know you are, but you have to learn how to communicate with me. If not anyone else, you need to with me,” Talon says, gently lifting my chin with one hand and unbuckles his belt withhis other. “Hands behind your back. If you move them, I will tie them. After, you’re getting a spanking.”

“Am I four?” I ask.

“And to think I was going to let you come,” he says simply.

“Oh shit. Nevermind. I like spankings,” I say, making him grin mischievously.

“We’ll see,” he says. He pulls his cock free, and I lick my lips in anticipation. Can a dick be beautiful? Everything about this man is fucking stunning. He gently fists my hair, and I open my mouth wide. When he gets close enough, I wrap my lips around the head and tease the backside of his cock with my tongue. A wave of pride washes over me when his eyes flutter. He pushes down my throat and holds still when I start gagging.

“Good girl. Just relax,” he says softly as he starts to rock his hips. I suck him hard and earn a growl as he tightens his grip on my hair. “Fuck, Little Flower.”

He remembers this is supposed to be a punishment and moves his hands to the sides of my head. He instantly finds a pace that takes my breath away. I pull back some, but he moves with me and doesn’t let up. I have my hands clasped together to remind me not to move. I look up at him with tears running down my face, and he fuckingsmiles. I am choking on this man’s cock, looking like a hot mess, and he looks at me like I am the most beautiful girl he has ever laid eyes on. I am in big fucking trouble…

I keep my eyes on him and take every brutal stroke he gives me. I am so goddamn turned on right now; I don’t care what I must do to have him get me off, but I’ll do it. I am hooked on him, and I hate it. I know he’s going to break my fucking heart and I’m going to let him over and over again.

Talon groans deeply and pushes down my throat as he comes. I cough and gag on him as he drains himself, but I swallow until he pulls away and stands me up. Everyone is watching but doing their own things.

“Hands on the edge of the table,” Talon says. I nod once and do as I am told. I drop my head to look down so that I am not looking at everyone in the room. “Don’t move and you’ll be rewarded.”

“Yes sir,” I breathe. He abruptly grabs my hair and yanks it back for me to look at him, and he looks pissed. “It’s a habit. I’m sorry.”

“For who?” he asks, but I shake my head. “Tell me.”

“Vince and Logan,” I whisper.

“For both?” he asks. He sighs when I nod. “Do you want to call me sir?”

“No, I… not sir.”

“Then what?” he asks as he pulls my dress is to my waist. He can see all of me, but no one else can. He slowly eases my panties down so I can step out of them.

“It’s embarrassing,” I whisper.

“Tell me, Little Flower.” His tone carries a warning, but I don’t say anything. I gasp the first time he smacks my ass. The second time, a yelp escapes me and then the third comes in harder. There’s a swooping sound that cuts the air and the sting pulls my tears. “Fuck! Tal!” I suck in a ragged breath to try and calm myself.

“Tell me,” he demands, smacking my ass again and again. When he stops, I notice we are both breathing fast and hard. From the corner of my eye, I see him wipe the sweat from his forehead. Tears are running across the bridge of my nose to my eyelid to the table, where I’ve lain my cheek. I squeeze my eyes shut but then when I open them, our gazes meet. With mine, I beg him to stop.

My body jumps at the feel of his warm palm gently caressing the same cheeks he just finished abusing.

Without thinking, I moan and push my hips back when he slams his fingers inside of me. I’m completely wet.What the fuck? I didn’t enjoy the…My eyes roll closed as he slowly pumps his fingers inside of me. “Tell me, Laney.” When I hesitate, he stops.

“Daddy,” I whimper quietly. “You’re just so protective.” He is dead silent, and I expect him to pull out of me, but he doesn’t. He curls his fingers inside of me and I moan loudly.

“Say it again,” he says softly.

“Daddy,” I say with more confidence. I am rewarded instantly when he starts to fuck me hard and fast with his hand.

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