Page 45 of We The Depraved
He watches me.
“You have to be punished now,” he says loudly.
Turning back, I face him. “What?”
He walks over to the coffee table near the couch. I hadn’t noticed before but there’s a jewelry box there. Intrigued, I come forward and he bends to pick up the box.
“I like gifts,” I tell him.
The smirk never leaves his mouth. “Mmm hmm,” he murmurs.
It feels heavy in my hands, the box. Rolling my eyes one more time at Niki, I carefully open it and peer inside. A gasp hitches its way in my throat because the contents are not what I expected to find.
“What is this?”
It’s a string of pearls, and they’re beautiful but they’re also not… They start out small, and then gradually they get bigger until the last on is the size of a gumball.
A soft chuckle escapes from Niki’s lips at my confusion. My face feels hot as I’m trying to understand. I just want him to tell me.
“Your punishment, Sage,” he tells me.
“Because I flirted with a ranch hand…you’re punishing me with pearls?”
“Yes,” he says.
“Well,” I shove them back towards him. “They don’t look very wearable.”
“They’re not for wearing, Kitten. They’re for your ass.”
My mouth drops open.
“No,” I tell him.
He goes and sits down on the couch and eases the pearls out. “Had you been a good girl, Sage, I would have brought lube. But since you thought you could fuck another woman in my house…spit will have to do.”
I stand, narrow my eyes and cross my arms. “If you think you’re going to shove anything up my ass, Mr. Safaryan, you are sadly mistaken.”
He leans back and I can see his hard on stretching and straining through the fabric.
My pussy is saying something different and I almost want to clench my legs at the thought. There is no way I can though. It would be too revealing and Niki would feel as if he had won some invisible battle.
“Sage, please come over here,” he asks me.
“Absolutely, fucking, not,” I spit out each word.
He sighs. “Kitten, I won’t ask again. Remember, your sister’s life depends on everything you do.”
“You’re a piece of shit!”
I’m already storming across the room.
He doesn’t care and ignores my words.
“Lay across my lap kitten,” he says.
I want to cry.
I need to get back in control of my emotions.
