Page 106 of Deacon

“Let me go,” she pants.

“No chance,” I say.

She wriggles violently, her hair falling over her face. I reach up to brush it away. She hauls her head back and bites down on my thumb—not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to be a warning I’m not in the mindset to mind.

“Jesus, fuck, girl,” I say, spinning her to face me. “You need a rabies shot or something? Calm down.”

“You kidnapped me,” she hisses.

I take a beat. She’s not wrong, but in my mind, I’d framed it as more of a heist. Or a stagecoach robbery. She wriggles again, both her hands clasped together in my grip. Her soft body pushes against mine, her stomach against my groin, waking my dick up.

Something dark I’ve felt since she ran from me lifts its head. It’s possessive and angry. Not at her, but at the people who keep her from me. That anger has bubbled in me every second since she left.

She thinks she has a responsibility to them, but she doesn’t. She has a right to be happy, to not be the pack mule for Aiden fucking Hatfield and his sons. She deserves to be loved the way only I can love her.

“Take your clothes off,” I say quietly. “Or I’ll take them off for you.”

Her eyes widen. A slow flush creeps up her neck. I release her and go to where I put the harness and belt. It lays in shimmering, soft rings on the folded cloth, silvery and light, almost like chainmail. I haven’t done metalworking this intricate in a while. I didn’t have anyone to wear it.

Now, I do.

I return. She takes a step back, eyes wide.

“Go on,” I say.

Her throat bobs as she swallows. Then, she pulls her sweater off, revealing her soft curves, her breasts overflowing her cotton bra. Jesus, she’s so beautiful, it makes my chest hurt.

She hesitates. I nod.

Her fingers trip up, trying to get her jeans unbuttoned. I set the harness down on the belt and kneel in front of her, moving her hands away. She goes still, watching as I unfasten her jeans and work them down her thighs.

She’s wearing a pair of pale blue panties. I bend, nipping at her clit through the fabric, inhaling the sweet scent of her pussy. She lets out a moan.

“I should say no,” she whispers.

“Sweetheart, you were never going to tell me no,” I say, pulling her panties free. She grips my shoulder while she steps out of them.

“Still,” she gasps. “You don’t deserve it.”

“I know,” I say. “But that won’t stop me.”

I look up into her eyes. There’s something holding her back, something she’s asking for but doesn’t have the courage to say out loud.

“You remember what I said about safewords?” I say.

She nods, eyes huge. “Red?”

“Red,” I say, rising. “Now, I’m going to fuck you, like it or not, and it’ll be how I want it to be. When I’m done, I’m going to lock that pussy up so you don’t forget who owns it.”

Her jaw goes slack. Then, she nods, a soft, pretty blush seeping up her neck.

“You know how to address me,” I say.

Her tongue darts out and in. “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Stand there, cross your arms.”

She obeys. I pick up the harness, leaving the chastity strap. Mycock is so hard, it hurts as I crouch before her and slip my hand between her legs. She’s soaked, and it leaves a trail on my fingers. Gently, I apply pressure, and she shifts her legs apart.

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