Deadly Oath

18. Sabrina

18

SAbrINA

T he evening with Kian at my house is good, but strange. He’s an imposing presence, a physically intimidating man, and something about him feels out of place in my small and quiet house. I can feel him looking at me, every time I get up to get a drink, or when I get plates out of the cupboard for the pizza, I feel his eyes following me around the room, and it sends shivers up and down my spine.

I can’t pretend that the first night didn’t make me want more. And I don’t want anyone else. Every time I try to picture going out on a date with some attractive man that I’ve glimpsed in town with Marie, or anyone I saw that night out at the bar with Kian, my thoughts just come back to him. To all the things he makes me feel. To the way he speaks to me, the way he makes me mad and aroused all at once, sparking desires and feelings in me that I never thought I’d experience.

He makes me feel alive. I don’t want to seek that out with anyone else—not yet, at least. I want him .

I take the plates to the sink when we’re finished with our pizza, rinsing them off and stacking them. I hear Kian’s footsteps behind me, feel him hovering behind me, and then a moment later—his fingertips, trailing down the back of my neck.

“Are we doing this again, princess?” he murmurs, and something about the question makes my breath catch in my throat.

It’s night and day from the way we started the last time, from the passionate, fevered kiss when he burst in after his fight. But this makes me shiver, too, my stomach tightening with anticipation. This is a different kind of desire, the promise in that question making me want to say yes without hesitation.

So I do.

I turn slowly, wiping my hands against my jeans as I look up at him. “Yes,” I say softly, and I see his eyes darken with lust.

“If we’re going to keep seeing each other, princess—” He reaches up, pressing the pad of his thumb against my lower lip, the way he did today in the restaurant. “There are things I’m going to want from you. I want more than just to be inside of you, Sabrina. I want more than to put you down on your knees while you wrap those pretty lips around my cock. I want rougher. Darker. And if you want to keep doing this with me, you’re saying yes to all that, too. All the things I want to do to you.”

His voice is a low, husky rasp, and it sends heat blooming through me, making my breath catch and stutter as I look up at his dark, warning stare. There are all kinds of things promised in his gaze, things that I can’t begin to imagine or know about, but I suddenly, badly want to find out. I want him to teach me.

I don’t know where my future is headed. I don’t know what my life is going to look like a week, or a month from now. But I know I won’t forget this, with him.

“Then show me,” I whisper, and I see that hunger in Kian’s gaze again.

His hand sinks into my hair, twisting it around his fist as he tugs my head back, his mouth crashing against mine. Any momentary gentleness I might have felt vanishes, his tongue pushing against the seam of my lips, demanding that I open my mouth for him. The moment I do, his tongue sliding against mine, he groans, pushing me back into the sink as I feel the hard ridge of his erection press against my thigh.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he growls, rocking his hips into mine. “How much it turns me on, having you submit to me like this, princess? Letting me use you the way I want to?” His mouth covers mine again, sucking my lower lip between his teeth, and he nips at it, biting down until I let out a small, helpless cry.

Kian breaks away, breathing hard as he looks at me. I’m gripping the edge of the counter, my chest heaving too as I try to catch my breath, staring up at him as I wonder what he’s going to do next. And then a slow, devious smile curls his lips.

“Go to the bedroom, princess,” he says calmly, each word dripping with lust. “I want you to strip off every bit of clothing and kneel in the middle of the bed for me, legs spread. And I’ll come find you in just a moment.” He leans in, his mouth almost brushing mine. “You have five minutes. If I come back and you’re not just like that, I’ll have to show you what happens if you’re bad.”

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly going dry. “And if I do it?”

“Then I’ll show you what happens when you’re good.” His mouth grazes against mine, lightly, and then he pivots, heading for the front door. “Five minutes, Sabrina!” he calls back, and I have no doubt that he’s going to follow through on whatever threat he has in mind if I don’t do exactly what he’s said.

I’m shivering with excitement as I push away from the counter, arousal hot between my thighs as I start to walk to the bedroom. I want to know what happens if I obey him—and a part of me wants to know what happens if I don’t. I’m tempted to find out—but the threat in his eyes is just a little too frightening, for now.

My fingers are trembling when I stop at the edge of my bed, stripping my t-shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. It takes me two tries to unbutton the top of my jeans, and as I hear the front door creak open, a jolt of nervous adrenaline shoots through me.

I strip off the rest of my clothing in record time, feeling my skin prickle in the cool air, even though I feel like I’m burning up. My skin feels flushed, tight, my heart racing in my chest, and I quickly crawl onto the bed, acutely aware of how naked I am as I kneel in the center of the bed exactly as Kian told me to.

Legs spread . My cheeks flush hot as I bite my lip, hearing his footsteps come closer. The thought of spreading myself open for him, of kneeling here open and vulnerable for him to see the moment he opens the door—it almost feels like too much. But the thought of it sends shivers of excitement through me, and I can feel how wet I am. I’m already soaked, just from the anticipation. From this need that he’s awakened in me.

Slowly, as I hear his footsteps approach the door, I start to slide my knees to either side, spreading my legs so that he can see everything that lies between them. And I do it just in time, as Kian swings open the door, standing there with a length of rope coiled in his hand.

My heart immediately turns over in my chest. “What is that for?” I squeak, and Kian smirks.

“Oh, I think you know, princess. I have to make sure my little rabbit doesn’t get away.” He grins, striding closer to the bed, his hand tight around that rope as his gaze slides hungrily over me. “This is just the start of what I’m going to want from you, Sabrina. But I thought we’d start with something easy.”

My heart is beating a quick, nervous staccato in my chest as I eye the rope. Tying me up is starting easy? It feels even more vulnerable and frightening than this, putting my trust in a man that I barely know. But I look at the raw hunger in his eyes, at the way he’s drinking me in, his gaze raking over every inch of my naked body, from my bare breasts to the wet, intimate flesh between my thighs, and the thought of surrendering so completely to the pleasure that Kian is offering me sends a fresh wave of arousal flooding through me.

“Lie back, little rabbit,” he murmurs, stepping closer to the bed. “And keep those pretty thighs apart for me.”

There’s something raw and visceral in his tone, a need that makes desire throb through me, aching for him. I can tell that he’s going to make me wait, that he’s going to draw this out, and I feel eager and frustrated all at once at the thought.

“Sabrina.” His voice sharpens, a curt order, and I realize that I hesitated. Swallowing hard, I slide back on the bed, feeling a nervous tremor run through me as I lay back against the pillows. An inch at a time, under Kian’s warning gaze, I slide my legs apart, watching as his eyes settle hungrily between them.

I never imagined anyone looking at me like this. I always thought of sex as transactional, a bargain made for me that I would be expected to fulfill. I never imagined wanting like this, never imagined forbidden, deviant pleasures—never imagined any of this at all.

Kian isn’t just beyond my wildest dreams—he’s a manifestation of dreams I didn’t even know to have. My heart flutters in my chest as he approaches the bed, still fully clothed, running the rope through his fingers as he looks down at me.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’ll be even prettier tied to this bed, at my mercy.” I can see his cock twitch against his jeans as he says it, see the way his eyes darken with lust. “I’m going to enjoy making you scream for me, princess. I’m going to enjoy making you beg.”

He reaches out, trailing the end of the rope along my wrist, and I jump, gasping as he loops it around. A sharp dart of fear runs through me as he pulls the loop tight, drawing my arm back towards the headboard.

He won’t hurt me, I think, my breath coming in shallow pants as Kian ties my wrist to the bed, taut enough that I can’t bring my wrist down. Fear and curious desire war together inside of me, making me breathless as I watch him saunter around to the other side, repeating the same action with my other wrist.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his gaze sweeping over me appreciatively. “Not fighting me at all. Just letting me do what I want with you. My pretty little toy. My trapped rabbit.” His fingers trail down my calf, making me suck in a breath as I realize that he’s about to do the same with my ankles.

He ties one ankle and then the other to the posts at the foot of the bed, stepping back to admire his handiwork. My entire body feels as if it’s throbbing, pulsing with need as I feel that wet heat between my thighs increase, all of me swollen and sensitive for him before he’s even touched me.

Kian pulls his shirt over his head, slowly, letting me watch as he reveals all of that smooth, inked skin. His muscles stretch and ripple as he tosses the shirt aside, flicking open the button of his jeans as he sees my gaze fall to the thick ridge straining behind the denim.

He clicks his tongue against his teeth, smirking at me as he sees me staring. “I’ll give you my cock soon enough, princess,” he says huskily, drawing down his zipper slowly. “But first, I’m going to make you beg for it.”

Not all that long ago, I would have said that I couldn’t imagine doing any such thing. But now, tied to my own bed, dripping wet and aching between my thighs, I can easily imagine how he could get me there. How he could make me beg and plead for him to fuck me.

Kian hooks his thumbs in the waist of his jeans, pushing both the denim and the boxers underneath down his hips in a smooth movement, his cock springing free. I can already see the pre-cum pearling at the tip, the slick wetness gleaming on his taut shaft. It slaps against his abdomen, streaking his skin with his arousal as he steps out of his jeans and stalks towards the bed, his gaze fixed on me.

My legs are spread so widely, tied to either end of the bed, that there’s plenty of space for him between them. He kneels there, his gaze raking over me as he reaches down and strokes himself once, a long, slow drag of his hand from the base of his cock to the tip, and back down again.

“I could come just looking at you like this,” he growls, that hungry look sweeping over me again. “But that would mean the fun would be over too quickly.”

He leans in, hovering over me as he presses his thumb to my lower lip again, pushing the tip of it between my lips. It feels more forceful like this, with me tied and helpless, more lewd, and a small moan slips from my mouth as he pushes his thumb a little further into my mouth .

I close my lips around it without thinking, and he groans, pulling it free. His fingers trace down the column of my throat, making me shiver as he presses the tip of his index finger into the hollow there, pausing as he looks down at me.

“I could leave you like this,” he threatens softly, a wicked gleam in his eye. “I could tease you until you were begging, and leave you tied up just like this, squirming and desperate to come.” His cock twitches as he says it, pre-cum sliding down the shaft, and I can see how much the idea excites him.

“Or maybe I’d fuck you like this, make you come until you couldn’t any longer, and then leave you with my cum dripping out of your holes. Make you stay here just like this until I decide to let you go. Keep you tied up to use as many times as I liked until I was tired.” He strokes himself again as he says it, slowly, and I see the muscles in his thighs tighten and flex.

The thought is terrifying, and frighteningly arousing, all at once. I feel a tremor run through me as he gazes down at me, seemingly considering doing just that. He wouldn’t , I think nervously—but wouldn’t he? I don’t know what Kian is capable of—he’s proved that time and again. And I’m at his mercy now.

My entire body clenches at that thought, and I let out a soft whimper, looking up at him wide-eyed as he lets go of his cock, his hands settling against my inner thighs.

“I have an endless array of things I want to do to you,” he murmurs, his hands sliding upwards, fingers skimming over my skin. I’ve never felt as sensitive as I do at this moment, my every nerve primed for his touch, aching for him, and I gasp as his fingers slide all the way up to the crease of my thighs, so close to where I’m dripping for his touch.

His fingertips part my folds, spreading me open even further, completely vulnerable to his hungry eyes. He holds me open like that with his thumbs as his fingertips slide upwards, sliding on either side of my swollen clit before he finally gives me what I so desperately need.

I cry out when his fingertip finally rolls over my clit, teasing, brushing, giving me just enough friction to make me moan before he pulls back again. He does it over and over, until I’m twitching and writhing underneath him, before he finally leans down, ghosting warm breath over my sensitive flesh until I moan his name.

“Kian—”

“What do you want, princess?” His eyes are gleaming wickedly, his mouth curved in a wicked smile as he leans in very close. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

I’m past shame. I’m past anything other than how desperately aroused I am, how much I want him to make me come again like he did that first night. “Your mouth,” I pant. “Please, Kian?—”

“You want me to eat your pussy?” He brushes the tip of his nose against my clit, his warm breath making me twitch and shiver. “You want me to eat it until you come all over my face, princess?”

I nod desperately, feeling my arousal drip from my folds, undoubtedly leaving a wet mark on the blanket beneath me. Even that isn’t enough to embarrass me—I’m so far gone, desperate for more. “Please,” I whisper again, and Kian grins, letting out another soft, teasing breath.

“Say it, princess. Say it just like that. I want you to eat my pussy, Kian . Say it, and I’ll make you come so hard for me.”

My mouth drops open. For a moment, I can’t speak. I can’t imagine saying that out loud. But then Kian leans in closer, the tip of his tongue flicking out and brushing against my clit. “Say it,” he whispers hoarsely, and all I can think is that I’d do or say anything if he would just stop teasing.

“I want you to eat my pussy,” I gasp. “ Please . Eat my pussy, Kian?—”

His eyes are almost black with lust, as a victorious smile curves the corners of his mouth. “I thought it would be harder to make you say it,” he growls.

And then he presses his mouth between my thighs.