Deadly Oath

10. Kian

10

KIAN

I can tell that Sabrina is nervous. She’s never had a cock in her mouth before—probably never seen one in reality, and she’s looking at my lap as if my dick were a snake that might jump out and bite her.

I should tell her not to. Not tonight. A gentleman, a real gentleman, would tell her that I don’t need anything. That it was enough to make her come. That I’ll go home and take care of my throbbing erection myself, thinking about how sweet her moans sounded as I come into my fist.

But I can still taste her on my tongue. I can still feel the glossy, sticky sensation of her arousal on my lips. And fuck , I want to see what it looks like when I thrust my cock into her pretty mouth.

“You want my cock, princess?” I murmur, feeling myself throb and strain as the words slip out. She looks up at me, all flushed cheeks and wide blue eyes, and I reach down, brushing her silky blonde hair away from her face as I gather it up in my fist. “You want me to be the first cock in your mouth?”

God , just saying that out loud makes me nearly come. I’m riding a high of victory, the feeling of having gotten Sabrina into bed so swiftly—or at least gotten her clothes off and her first orgasms on my fingers and tongue. She’s mine now, soft and pliable and eager for more, and I know I’ll have her begging for more of the pleasure that I can give her before long.

I’ll have her begging for my cock in no time. And just the thought has me reaching down, thumbing open the button of my jeans as I draw down my zipper.

“Get on your knees, princess,” I growl. “I want you naked down between my legs while I feed you my cock, if we’re doing this.”

She hesitates for just a second, her eyes widening. I tighten my hand in her hair, reaching up with my other to brush my thumb over her lower lip. She shudders, looking up at me, and I tilt my head slightly.

“You like it when I talk to you like this, don’t you? I bet you had men falling all over themselves to get your daddy to let them court you, didn’t you? Just hoping for his permission to have you all to themselves. But none of them did. Instead, you’re here with me, princess. And you like it when I treat you like the filthy little slut that you never got to be before, don’t you?”

She rears back at that, her mouth opening as if to protest, and I hold on to her hair, keeping her in place as her eyes dart around. I can see her deciding if she wants to fight, if she wants to run, or if she wants to give in to the desires I’m arousing in her.

I know a woman who’s never been handled roughly when I see one. And I know a woman who wants it and just can’t admit it to herself, too.

“There’s my little rabbit,” I croon, my cock throbbing as I slowly reach down and ease it out. “Look at what I have for you, princess. Hard and thick and all yours, if you want it.”

Her gaze flicks down to where my cock is jutting up from my open zipper, the tip already swollen and leaking pre-cum, and I can see that she wants it. Her tongue darts out to touch her lower lip, almost nervously, and I groan, my fingers pressing against her scalp.

She’s scared, but she hasn’t said no. And her fear is as arousing as her compliance. The hint of fight in her is turning me on as much as how quickly she acquiesced earlier, and I tug at her hair, pulling her head back so that she’s looking at me.

“Be a good girl, rabbit,” I murmur. “And get on your knees for me.”

She sucks in a breath, but she shifts to obey, and I let go of her hair briefly as she slips to the floor, kneeling in between my legs. I spread them a little wider for her, and my cock throbs, pre-cum pearling at the tip and sliding down my shaft as I take her in.

Sabrina looks fucking gorgeous. Innocent and sweet, naked and on her knees, her eyes wide and her lips parted as she stares at my cock like she doesn’t know if she wants to suck it or run from it. Her fearful desire is intoxicating, and I wrap my hand around my shaft, drawing in a sharp breath at the sensation of skin on skin.

“What do you—” she hesitates, licking her lips, and I feel myself throb again. “What do you want me to do?”

“Whatever you want, princess,” I murmur, stroking myself slowly as I angle my cock towards her waiting lips. “Your lips on me will feel good, no matter what you do.”

That’s not entirely true—there’s always the chance of teeth, from someone this inexperienced. But I’m aching to feel her touch me, and when she leans forward uncertainly, I suck in a breath with anticipation.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a woman’s lips around my cock. When Sabrina moves forward, pressing her full mouth against the swollen tip, I feel like I can’t breathe for a moment. Everything about this is the most erotic thing I can recall, from the way she’s bare naked between my legs while I’m fully dressed to the knowledge that mine is the first cock to ever touch her lips.

Getting a woman into bed has never been difficult for me. But this— this feels like a conquest. And the high is indescribable.

Sabrina’s lips part as she tips her head forward, and I have to fight for control. Watching my cockhead slip into her mouth is incredibly hot—not to mention the physical pleasure of her warm, soft lips brushing against the sensitive skin. She tightens her mouth around me as her tongue slides against the smooth skin underneath, and I suck in a breath, moaning as the pleasure sweeps over me.

“Just like that, princess,” I murmur, running my fingers through her hair as I wrap it around my fist again. “Your mouth feels so good. Don’t stop.”

She looks up at me, eyes wide as her lips stretch around my cock. I feel almost dizzy with the sensation of power, of holding this woman down on her knees for me while she sucks my cock. My balls tighten, that throbbing urgency to come building, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

“You’re gonna make me come,” I murmur, and when she tries to pull back, I tighten my hand in her hair, holding her with her lips wrapped around me. “Oh no, rabbit. Don’t try to escape now. I’m going to fill your pretty mouth up, and you’re going to swallow every drop. I’m your first cock, and I’m going to teach you how to do it right.”

Sabrina’s eyes widen even further, her mouth tightening reflexively around me, and I groan. “God, I’m so fucking close. Keep sucking, princess.”

She looks like she doesn’t know whether to stop and argue or obey, but something drives her on, and god, I’ve never been so grateful for anything. I don’t think I could stand it if she stopped now, the wet heat of her mouth blissfully good. She’s only managed to take a couple inches of my cock, most of my shaft still untouched, but I couldn’t care less right now. This feels fucking incredible, and she’s going to make me come, on her knees just like this. That’s all I care about right now. I can teach her how to take me down her throat another night.

“Good girl,” I groan. “Keep fucking sucking it. God , yes?—”

Her tongue swirls around the head, her eyes wide and startled as she feels me harden in her mouth, and I grip my shaft with my left hand as I hold her in place with the right. I feel myself pulse against my palm, feel my balls draw up, and white-hot pleasure shoots up my spine as the first hot spurt of my cum erupts from my cock and over her tongue, hitting the back of her throat with the force of it.

Sabrina coughs and gags, her eyes flaring wide as another spurt fills her mouth, rearing back like a fractious filly. I start to stroke my cock, hard and fast, as I tug her head back, pulling her off of it as she coughs again. The next spurt coats her lips, her chin, her cheek, jet after jet of my hot cum painting her face, dripping onto her chest, and I feel dizzy with ecstasy at the sight of it.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. I keep coming, my cock spurting with more cum than I’ve ever seen before, drenching her with my release as I moan, stroking furiously. Sabrina is pulling against my grip on her hair, but I’m too far gone, and the pleasure is better than anything I’ve ever imagined.

“Fuck, fuck —” I groan aloud as the last spurts coat her lips, and I lean forward, pushing myself up a little so I can rub my cockhead over her lips. Sabrina jerks back, and I chuckle, narrowing my eyes at her.

“Clean me up, princess,” I murmur, pushing my tip against her lower lip again. “Lick the last of it off. Be a good girl for me.”

I can see the struggle on her face, the war between how offended she thinks she should be, and the fact that I’ve awakened something in her that she didn’t even know to want. Tentatively, she flicks her tongue out, licking the last drops of cum off of my cockhead before she pulls back again.

I let go of her hair. She rocks back onto her heels, and I strip my outer shirt off, leaning forward as I tuck my cock back into my pants to wipe her face clean. She grabs the shirt out of my hands, glaring at me as she wipes my cum off of her face.

“What the fuck was that?” she hisses, and I chuckle, leaning back as I zip up my jeans. She’s getting pissed, but I’m fine with that. And she still looks fucking gorgeous, kneeling naked on her living room floor, streaks of cum still on her face.

“That was you giving me a blowjob after I ate your pussy, princess.” I lick my lips as if to make a point, sucking my lower lip between my teeth before grinning at her. “It was pretty good, for your first try.”

“It sounded like it was better than good ,” Sabrina retorts, and I chuckle.

“How do you know? You don’t have anything to compare it to, right?”

Her eyes narrow even further, thin blue slits in her flushed face. “If you’re going to make fun of me, I’m going to regret this,” she says tautly. “And if I regret this, we won’t do it again.”

I let out a sigh, pushing myself to my feet. “Stay right there, Sabrina,” I tell her, dropping the nicknames for a moment. “I’ll be back.”

I stride out of the living room, towards the hall, where I’m pretty sure her bathroom is. Her house is small, so it isn’t too hard to find. It’s right next to her bedroom, as expected, and I slip inside, turning in the light and switching on the hot side of the faucet as I reach for a washcloth off of a small stack on a shelf next to the shower.

It’s a soft pink, and I look at it in my hand for a moment, as I let the water warm up. The house isn’t Sabrina’s, and the decorations, for the most part, don’t appear to be hers—but this is her. Something she picked out for this place, when she came here. It feels oddly intimate to be holding it, and something squirms uncomfortably in my gut.

I shake it off, running the washcloth under the warm water and wringing it out before heading back out to the living room. Sabrina, unsurprisingly, hasn’t followed my order to remain exactly where she is. Instead, she’s gotten dressed, and she’s sitting on the couch, her face mostly clean now, and my shirt crumpled next to her feet on the carpet. She looks at me warily as I walk in, flinching slightly as I sit down next to her.

“Stop it,” I chide her gently as I reach for her chin, capturing it between the fingers of one hand as I lean in to wipe her face with the other. “I didn’t hurt you.”

“You didn’t listen to me, either.” She snatches the washcloth out of my hand. “I can do it myself.”

“You didn’t tell me to stop.” I shrug. “You liked it, Sabrina. You liked my fingers and my tongue on your pussy, and you liked me roughing you up a little and telling you what to do. You liked me making you take my cum. But now you’ve calmed down and come back to yourself a little, and you feel guilty about it in the aftermath.”

Sabrina wipes at her face, clenching her hand around the washcloth as she lowers her hand to her lap. “I don’t feel guilty,” she says, but her voice quivers the slightest bit.

“Sure,” I chuckle. “You’re a bad liar, princess.”

Her lips thin, and she looks away, her fist clenching and unclenching around the damp cloth in her hand.

“Is this where you tell me we can’t do this again?” I reach out, laying two fingers against the side of her cheek to turn her face back to mine. “Because after tasting you, Sabrina, I have every intention of taking your virginity. Not tonight—but soon. Your first orgasm was mine, and I was the first one in your mouth. I want to be the first everywhere else, too.” Including your ass, I think to myself, my cock twitching back to life just at the thought, but I don’t say it out loud. If I frighten her away, I won’t get what I want.

“I said slow,” Sabrina murmurs. “This wasn’t slow.”

“Because you changed your mind when I kissed you. I would have stopped if you said to, Sabrina,” I tell her firmly, my thumb pressing against the small divot in her chin. “You wanted this, Sabrina. I’ll stop when you say, and I’ll only push until you dig your heels in for real, and not just for play. But you don’t get to scramble backward after and pretend you didn’t want it—when you were moaning for me a few minutes ago.”

Sabrina’s cheeks flush, and her teeth sink into her lower lip. She tries to tug away from my grip on her chin, but I hold her in place, my gaze meeting hers firmly. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, princess,” I tell her as gently as I can manage. “But I’m not the kind of man you’re used to. I’m not afraid of you, or your family, or anything else. And I might call you a princess, but I won’t treat you like one. I won’t treat you like you’re made of glass, even when you try to cut me.”

Sabrina draws in a slow breath, and she nods once, quickly. “I want to go to bed,” she says quietly, tugging herself loose of my grip again, and this time I let her go. “And I want to be alone.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” I wink at her, rising smoothly from the couch. “I’ll see you around.”

Her gaze follows me warily as I walk to the door, grabbing my boots. I know she expected me to protest, to insist on staying, to say that I want more. But I’ll get more, eventually.

I have plans for Sabrina. I’m just biding my time to let her find out what they are.