Deadly Oath

19. Kian

19

KIAN

M y little princess is dirtier than I imagined she would be.

I thought I would have to tease her for longer than this, draw out the torture for both her and myself before she’d relent. But she gave in so much more easily than I expected.

A victorious thrill rolls through me as I lean in, sealing my mouth against her dripping pussy as she squirms beneath me, crying out with a shriek of pleasure as I flatten my tongue against her clit and her back arches. Her fingers claw at the air, trying to wrap around the ropes at her wrists, breathless gasps making her perfect chest heave as I look up at her, already a desperate, writhing mess as I roll my tongue over her clit.

She’s beautiful when she comes undone like this. A beautiful wreck—and all mine.

Mine to taste, to savor, to enjoy. Mine to torment and claim. Mine to do whatever the fuck I want with.

And yet—under that brutal, vicious urge, the desire to tame and break her, the need to reduce her to her basest desires and watch her beg—there’s something else. Something I hadn’t expected.

A desire to give her pleasure, not just for the sake of my own, but for her . To show her all the ways I can make her feel good, all the pleasures her body is capable of. It startles me, because I hadn’t meant for this to have anything to do with that. I wanted to take her, conquer her, make her mine, and then watch her shatter. Her happiness, her pleasure, was never meant to be a part of it.

But it’s not just the victory of making her say those filthy words that’s making me unbearably hard right now. It’s the way she’s bucking against my mouth, crying out my name. It’s the way I know she’s feeling things for the first time that she never imagined before, experiencing a pleasure that can only be achieved in this kind of vulnerability, tied up in ropes while at the mercy of what someone else grants.

“ Kian ,” she pants, her hips rolling against my mouth. “Oh god, Kian?—”

She’s close. I can feel it in every taut muscle, hear it in the way her voice cracks. I flutter my tongue against her, sucking her clit into my mouth, and I feel the instant that her whole body goes rigid, her moan turning into a high-pitched cry as the orgasm crashes over her.

I lap her up, drink her in, and savor every moment of her surrender. I feel her flutter and pulse against my tongue, hear her moaning my name, and it’s almost enough to make me come. My hips grind against the bed beneath me, my cock aching for relief. Feeling Sabrina come on my tongue is intoxicating.

But I want to feel her fluttering around my cock, too.

I lean up, gripping my length as I guide it between her thighs, enjoying the way her eyes widen and her lips part as she feels the stretch of my swollen tip. I’m almost too big for her, the tight, hot clasp of her drenched pussy enough to make my eyes roll back as I thrust into her to the hilt.

She gasps, crying out as I slam into her, the force of taking all of me at once making her momentarily breathless. The sight of her shock at the sensation sends pleasure rippling down my spine, intense enough that I have to stop for a moment, breathing deeply through the sensation of her clenching around me.

It would be so easy to let go. To give myself over to the exquisite pleasure that I’m hovering on the brink of. But I want to make this last.

I want everything I can get from her.

I watch her face as I slide out of her, sucking in a sharp breath at the sensation as I slip out. Sabrina lets out a whimper, her eyes widening as her hips arch upwards helplessly. “Kian?—”

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll give you what you need. But first—” I move up her body, straddling her chest as I wrap my fist around my slick length and aim it at her mouth. “You’re going to give me what I want.”

“I—” She looks at my thick cock with something approaching a hint of fear. I know how it must feel for her, tied on her back like this, helpless and at my mercy, as I press my tip against her lower lip. She whimpers, resisting for only a moment before I push against her mouth, giving her a warning look.

“Open your mouth, princess. I want you to taste yourself on my cock while you suck me.”

She moans at that, a small, gasping sound that makes her lips part, and I take full advantage.

The wet heat of her mouth envelops me, as I slide over her tongue, all the way to the back of her throat. I go as deeply as I can, the sound of her choking on my cock making my balls tighten, and I reach down with one hand, teasing her nipple and savoring the way she moans around my cock at the sensation, her throat convulsing around me as she gags.

“Good girl,” I groan, stroking her hair with my other hand as I feed her my cock. “Do you like tasting yourself on me, princess?”

I pull back just enough for her to catch a breath, narrowing my eyes as she gasps. “Answer me, Sabrina.”

Her cheeks flush, and I know the answer before she even nods yes . Her lips are swollen, her eyes teary, but I’m not done with her yet.

“Take me one more time, princess, and then I’ll fuck you until we both come.”

Sabrina looks as if she wants to argue for a moment, but her mouth opens without a sound, and I thrust back into her mouth, all the way into her throat, without hesitation.

God, it feels so fucking good. The temptation to come down her throat is immense. I reach behind her head, gripping a fistful of her hair as I fuck her mouth, thrusting until she gags and coughs, tears dripping off of her lashes as I use her mouth for my pleasure.

When I pull back again, she falls back against the pillows, sucking in breaths of air. I don’t waste a second, my cock throbbing painfully as I slide back down her body, wrapping one arm around her waist as I flip her over onto her stomach.

There’s enough give in the ropes that they twist and cross over as I flip her, my arm around her waist jerking her ass up into the air as I thrust back into her waiting pussy, slamming into her hard and fast as she lets out a scream of shocked pleasure.

“I’m not going to pull out,” I warn her. “So it’s a good thing you got those birth control pills, princess. Because I’m going to fill you up with my cum until you’re fucking dripping with it.”

Sabrina moans, a sound that turns into a high-pitched cry as I slide my hand between her legs, playing with her clit as I fuck her hard. I’m on the brink—I have been since I tied her up—but I grit my teeth, holding off my own orgasm a little longer until I can feel her come on my cock.

It only takes seconds. Sabrina is panting, moaning a string of pleas and words that might be my name, her face pressed against the pillows as I pound into her. I throw my head back, groaning as I feel her start to clench around me, as I hear her let out a helpless scream as I fuck her relentlessly, never stopping even as I feel her starting to convulse.

“Fuck—I’m going to fucking come in you—” My muscles tighten, my cock throbbing, and I let go. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, princess.”

The last words dissolve on a moan as I feel myself explode, heat racing up from the base of my spine as I spurt hot cum inside of her. I feel her still coming, too, clenching around me, her ass grinding against me as I fill her up .

Nothing has ever felt so good. I don’t want it to end. I keep fucking her, feeling her wetness and my cum slick my length, until I can’t take the pleasure any longer, and I sag to one side, slipping out of her as I collapse onto the bed.

Sabrina is lying on her stomach, still tied, panting for breath. I look at her, all flushed skin and tangled hair, and the temptation to leave her tied like this all night long is almost irresistible.

But that would mean I would need to stay the night, and that’s a line I’m not ready to cross. Not yet.

I see her looking at me warily, as if she’s wondering if I’m going to do just that. I get up slowly, sliding one hand over the curve of her ass as I take in the sight of my cum pearling at her entrance, dripping slowly out of her flushed, swollen pussy.

“You’re going to stay like this while I go clean up, princess,” I tell her, sliding my fingers down to push the cum dripping out of her back inside. Sabrina lets out a mewling whimper at the feeling of my fingers sliding into her, and I hold them there for a moment, thrusting slightly as her ass raises up to meet me. “Good girl,” I murmur. “Already ready to take me again.”

I slide my fingers out of her, circling around to hold them to her lips. Her head is sideways against the pillows, her damp blue eyes looking up at me, and my cock twitches, swelling as she obeys, licking my cum off of my fingers.

“I’ll untie you when I’m done,” I promise, and she lets out a small whimper of protest, but says nothing else. I’ve exhausted her, and just that thought is enough to make me stiffen further, half hard, as I walk to the shower.

When I come back out twenty minutes later, she’s still lying on her stomach. She hasn’t made an effort to roll over, and a smile spreads across my lips as I take in the sight of her, spread and waiting for me. Her eyes are closed, and I walk a little closer to the edge of the bed.

“Are you asleep, princess?” I ask quietly, and her eyes flutter open. She looks at me, shaking her head softly, and my cock stiffens, the tip slapping against my abdomen as my arousal roars back to life .

“I was going to head home,” I murmur, my gaze sweeping over her again. “But I think I’ll fuck you one more time, first.”

She lets out a small, exhausted moan, and I slide onto the bed, my aching cock in my fist as I guide it back inside of her.

—

There’s no fucking way I can concentrate on my work, the next morning. My mind is full of the image of Sabrina tied to her bed, coming for me as I used her, and of how I fucked her, limp and exhausted, one more time before untying her and going home.

I hadn’t expected her to enjoy what I wanted to do to her so thoroughly. She came again for me when I used her after the shower, helplessly fluttering around my cock as she moaned her pleasure into the pillow. I’d tucked her into bed before I left, brushing her hair away from her face and kissing her before warning her to keep my cum inside of her until the morning. The thought of her sleeping with so much of it inside of her has me straining against my zipper as I stare at my computer, trying to make sense of reports while thinking about Sabrina dripping with my cum.

I need to see her again. Tonight, maybe. I know my own intentions are getting away from me, and that I’m in danger of falling into the same trap that I set for my little rabbit. I’d known it would feel good, when I finally had her—but I hadn’t realized just how good it would be.

It feels like a drug. Intoxicating, overwhelming, a rush like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I have to be careful, or I’ll lose control.

A knock at my office door jolts me out of my thoughts. I shift my chair, so I’m closer to my desk, hiding the obvious ridge straining against my zipper, and call out for whoever is outside to come in.

One of the other officers, a guy whose name I recall being Eric Miller—mid-twenties, dark hair, a nervous disposition—steps inside. “Sheriff Brady?”

The title still startles me, sometimes. It feels like a shirt that doesn’t quite fit, and I shove down my irritation at being interrupted. “What is it?”

“You told us to keep an eye out for anyone else similar to that man you brought in. Well, we saw a couple of guys out at the edge of town who fit the description.” He pushes a printed-out photo across my desk towards me. “Rough-looking guys, not anyone that’s familiar, or been seen around here before.”

My stomach clenches as I look down at the photo. There’s no doubt in my mind, the minute I see it, that these men have something to do with the one I caught sneaking around Sabrina’s house.

“Did you see where they were headed?” I look up at Miller, anger curdling my stomach.

“I think they were going back out of town. Josh saw them heading back towards the highway. But other than that, I’m not really sure. They didn’t seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary, just driving around, but?—”

“Get a couple officers patrolling the road into town,” I snap, shoving the photo back toward him. “If you see anyone else fitting that description, I want to know. And I want them stopped and questioned. Bring them into the station if there’s any resistance.”

“Are you sure that’s—” Miller breaks off as he sees my expression, and nods quickly, grabbing the photo. “On it, boss.”

I reach for my phone the moment he’s out of the office, immediately pulling up Sabrina’s number. I’d texted her this morning, to check on her after what I did to her last night, but we hadn’t talked for very long. She hadn’t seemed particularly withdrawn, but one thing I have noticed about her is that she seems to need space afterward. Like she needs a moment to come to terms with what she lets herself enjoy.

I’m willing to give her that space and time—for now.

I don’t bother texting. This is too important to wait and see if she answers back.

The phone rings three times, and by the time she picks up, I’m itching to go over and show her what happens when she doesn’t pick up her phone when I call. Irritation and anxiety have me wound tight, and I’m gritting my teeth so hard that I feel the tendons in my neck on the verge of cramping by the time I hear her voice over the phone.

“Kian? Is everything alright?”

“No.” The word comes out curt, sharper than I mean for it to. I don’t mean to scare her—the last thing I want is her scared away, actually. Quite the opposite. But all I can think about right now is the possibility that someone else could be watching her—lying in wait for her—waiting to take her from me.

“I—Kian, you’re scaring me.” Her voice trembles slightly. “What’s going on?”

“One of my officers saw a couple of guys similar in description to the man I caught outside your house roaming around town. He said they left, but I’m concerned now as to who else might be out there.”

I hear her draw in a slow, shaky breath. “So what should I do?”

“Stay inside,” I say immediately. “As much as possible. Just stay home until I can figure out what’s going on. Don’t go to your book club, or out to eat, or anything that you don’t absolutely have to do until I can get some more information on who these guys are and what they want. Okay?”

She hesitates, and my irritation spikes immediately. “Sabrina, I need to hear you say yes. That you understand me.”

“Kian—that’s not reasonable. I can’t just hide in my house?—”

“You can, and you will.” The thought of one of these men getting their hands on her makes me feel murderous. Possessive anger sweeps over me—but there’s something else there, too. An unexpected feeling of protectiveness. Not just that she’s mine, but that she’s mine to keep safe.

You’re losing it, I tell myself firmly, forcing myself to refocus on the conversation at hand. “Sabrina, I’m not kidding about this.”

“Neither am I,” she replies back sharply. “I’ve spent my whole life being sheltered and caged and hemmed in with rules, Kian. You’re not my father, and you’re not even my boyfriend. And I?—”

“Then listen to me in an official capacity,” I snap. “You could be in danger, Sabrina. Don’t let your stubbornness put you in a situation that you can’t get out of?—”

“I’m not being stubborn,” she shoots back. “I’m trying to live my life. How long are you going to keep me cooped up, Kian? I’m just starting to make friends and settle in here. What excuse am I going to come up with for Marie and the others? That I keep hearing things go bump in the dark, and so I’m hiding in my house?”

“I found a man outside your house?—”

“I don’t want them to know about that.” Sabrina’s voice is taut, and it’s clear that she’s not going to back down easily. “Kian, this is insane?—”

“No, it’s not. You need to listen to me. Just give me a few days.”

“I have a book club meeting tonight?—”

“No, you don’t,” I snap, and I hear her go very quiet on the other end. “Just listen to me, Sabrina. Please.”

That please startles me as much as I think it did her. I hear her take a long, slow breath, that silence drawing out for a few moments more before she finally exhales.

“Alright,” she says finally. “But only a few days, Kian. Then I’m going back to living my life.”

“Understood.” I pause for a moment, feeling as if I should say something else, but she doesn’t give me a chance. The line goes dead, and I realize she’s hung up on me.

One step forward, two steps back. Making Sabrina fall fully under my spell has proven more challenging than I expected. But I can’t do anything if she puts herself in danger.

I’ll deal with her being angry with me later. Right now, I’m more concerned with making sure that these men, whoever they’re affiliated with, don’t get their hands on her.