Consequences of Deception (15 page)

“I’m going to have you leave the panties on—for now. I’ll let you know when I want them gone. For now I want you to lay your upper body across the bed and stay there until I say you can move. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

I comply quickly and then listen intently as he moves away and goes to the closet. I can hear him undressing and I stifle a whimper as I visualize his cock springing free of his clothing. He might be a son-of-a-bitch, but he’s the most beautiful man alive and the fact that his dick is perfect too is both a blessing and a curse.

I feel him coming closer to me, and I’m proud of myself for not moving. I know that he has been watching and I sense that it’s some kind of test. Reaching toward the head of the bed, he grabs a pillow and hands it to me.

“Bury your face in this if you need to scream.”

That scares me and I immediately go to stand up straight, only to have him set his hand firmly against my shoulder to push me back down.

“It’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m going to use a belt on your ass, but I’m not going to break you. This is what I like, princess, so you need to get used to it. Once you let go of the bullshit idea that pain can’t be pleasure, you’ll love it.”

My heart is beating a mile a minute and I feel dizzy. Pain as pleasure? I don’t fucking think so. I shift again as I try to stand up, my intention being to beg him not to hurt me.

“Don’t move, Sloane. By the time that I’m finished you’ll think of this as a reward instead of a punishment. I know what I’m doing.”

A reward? Is he fucking high? Getting beaten with a belt is not a reward and I won’t ever think that it is!

The first smack of the leather against my ass startles me more than it hurts me, and I let out a surprised, “Ow!”

“Put the pillow against your mouth or I’ll have to shove something else in there to keep you quiet.”

Clutching the pillow, I shove my mouth into it and wait to be hit again. Instead, he throws me off by caressing my ass, first one cheek and then the other.

“This virginal schoolgirl underwear is seriously hot and these fucking thigh high socks are the perfect pairing. Your ass and your legs look fucking amazing,” he growls. “The whole thing screams ‘fuck me’—and I’m going to.”

Something—perhaps the words he is using or the sound of his voice—has a direct line into my panties and I feel myself softening and getting wet.

His hand moves from my ass and begins a slow glide on top of the thigh high sock down my right leg toward my ankle. It feels amazing and I choke back a moan as he switches to the left leg and glides his hand up until he comes to the juncture between my thighs.

“You’re getting hot,” he rasps. “I’m going to make you so much hotter.”

I feel him shifting behind me and I have just enough time to realize that he is standing back up before the belt comes down on me again. This time my mouth is in the pillow so my cry is muffled. I have to admit that it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as I was expecting it to, and I hate myself a little because it makes my sex throb.

“I like pain, princess, but I like pleasure more. I’m not hitting you to punish you; I’m hitting you because I’m going to enjoy fucking you from behind while I stare at the red welts that I’ve left on your ass. You’ll like me fucking you from back here—deep and hard. When I’m ready to come, I’ll pull out and come all over the welts. You aren’t allowed to orgasm until I’ve come all over your ass. Do you understand?”

I nod helplessly because I am so far gone in my head trying to figure out why I am responding to his words the way that I am. God help me, I’m dripping wet and I want him to hit me so that he can fuck me and come all over my ass. What is wrong with me? This is deviant behavior and certainly not the kind of sex that I’ve ever imagined having!

“Today, I’m only going for pink. Someday soon you’ll be begging for me to do this harder and I’ll take it to a deep red.”

The next hit is expected but the pulse of arousal I feel, along with the rush of wetness that soaks my panties, is not. He gets into a rhythm; something tells me that this isn’t the first time he’s done this. I’m both happy for his experience and disgusted by it, and I have to force myself not to focus on that part. Each time he brings the belt down, I feel like I am being thrown closer and closer to the edge.

After the tenth hit, he yanks my panties down to my knees, pulls me back and thrust his cock against my slit. “Princess,” he whispers into my ear, “Your ass looks fucking phenomenal right now. I love that your cunt is on fire and that you’re so fucking wet, all because of the belt…”

I scream into the pillow when he impales me on his length, my inner muscles scrambling to accommodate him as he begins thrusting in and out of me. I am still tender from earlier and there is a sting to it, but not in a bad way.

I’d expected a savage pounding, but what I am getting instead is a steady fucking that is making me clench and writhe against him like a bitch in heat.

Reaching underneath me, he pulls my torso back against him as he begins pinching my nipples. There is a definite pleasure/pain in this because each pinch, tug and pull is like an arrow right to my core, and he delights in fucking me harder as I clench against him.

“Fuck! You like it rough, princess. Good girl.”

My brain knows that he’s dangerous to my life, but my body has no such issue and I light up because of his praise.

I cry out when he puts his hand on my neck and holds me in place as he powers in and out; firmly enough for me to know that he’s the one in control, but not enough to be painful. Something about the possessive nature of the hold sets me ablaze and I plead with him to let me come when he moves the hand that has been at my waist, sets a finger on my clit and begins rubbing in circles. It’s torture—delicious torture—and I start to shake as my orgasm begins its approach.

“Oh God, Killian! I’m right there… I can’t help it! I’m going to come!”

He clutches the back of my neck tighter as he stops rubbing my clit and moving inside of me at the same time. It’s cruel and I lash out.

“Goddammit, you asshole! You made me want it, don’t stop!”

He makes a sound that is pure sex, and it makes me pulsate against his shaft. “I say when, princess. After I come on your ass, you can come on my face. If you come before then, I won’t let you come for the next week. I’ll make you fucking crazy five times a day and I won’t let you come at all. You wouldn’t want that now, would you?”

“
No
.”

“That’s what I thought. Be a good girl and I’ll make sure you come twice.”

I have no time to respond because he immediately goes back to fucking me like a man possessed, and I work on fractions in my head every time I feel myself on the verge of coming. It’s hard, damn near impossible, and I start to cry because it feels like he is going to make me come on purpose. My tears pool on the pillow as I claw at the comforter in a desperate attempt to keep from coming.

He groans, “Fuck, yeahhhh,” as he pulls out of me. As I yell out some gibberish over how annoyed I am to suddenly be empty, I feel him coming on my ass. It feels like a hell of a lot of come, spurt after spurt of his hot release marking my skin. He shudders against me as he finishes, letting out another long slow, “fuccckkkkkk.”

I shudder as he places a hand on my ass and begins rubbing his release into my skin. It’s torture, not because it hurts, but because it feels so good. He’s branding me with his seed and something about it makes me want him even more. I yelp in surprise as he spins me around, grabs my chin with his left hand and slides the index and middle fingers of his right hand over my lips.

“Open up, princess. Take it, Sloane. Lick it all off.”

I comply without question, sucking the taste of his essence from his fingers like it is the finest chocolate, my sex dripping in response to both the taste of him and the look in his eyes.

Pulling his fingers from my mouth he lifts me up and places me on the bed before peeling my panties the rest of the way down my legs. I’d forgotten that they were there, but as soon as they are gone and he grabs my ankles and holds me spread open, I know why he’s had to get rid of them.

He crawls on top of me in a way that makes me feel like I am his prey, and it makes me shiver. I groan when he covers my lips with his own and I forget how to think when he begins kissing me. Fisting my hands in his hair, I hold onto him as we devour each other. His right hand slides into my wet heat, and he uses his fingers to make me crazy as we continue to kiss. Sliding two fingers in, he fucks me gently as he rubs my clit with his thumb. I am so worked up that it takes nothing else to get me there, and I come with a moan of relief as he continues sliding his fingers in and out until I finish.

Sitting up, he slides the same two fingers I’d been sucking on before back into my mouth. I taste myself on his fingers, but it doesn’t bother me. His eyes are pure fire as he watches me, and he nods at me encouragingly to continue.

“You like the way you taste, don’t you?”

I nod before pulling his two fingers out of my mouth and licking the tip of each. “I do, but I like the taste… of you better.”

He makes a feral sound low in his throat as I say that, and before I know it he flips me over onto my stomach.

“On your knees—ass out.”

I comply immediately. Knowing that there is another orgasm coming my way is all of the incentive I need to follow orders.

“You’ve been a good girl tonight, princess, so I’m going to give you your reward now.”

That is all the warning I get before his face is attached to me from behind. His fingers slide through my wetness as he licks me, and I let out an exclamation of shock when his tongue touches me where I’m not expecting it.

His hand reaches out to push against my back, an indicator that I’m not to move. I wiggle and try to get away from his tongue but have no luck, and then I stop trying because it feels incredible. The sensation is almost indescribable; hot, wet and totally forbidden, and it makes my sex needy and wetter than ever.

As Killian works his tongue around my ass, he slides two fingers inside of me and begins a punishing rhythm of in and out motions. Where a few minutes ago I was embarrassed and eager to get away from him, now I am rocking back and forth—pushing my ass into his face. I scream when he touches a spot inside of me that makes me light up like a rocket, and as he rubs it I come so hard that I wonder if I am going to live through it.

As soon as I finish, Killian pulls away, heads into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, just like he had earlier. I know that I’m going to need to get used to this, but it hurts like hell to be pushed away in such an extreme manner.

Harnessing energy that I really don’t have, I make my way back into my bedroom to use the bathroom, clean up and brush my teeth. I slide into another pair of underwear before putting the sleep shirt and shorts I’ve brought back from Killian’s room on. Climbing into my bed, I reach for the remote and turn the TV on. Midway through a channel search, my door flings open and Killian comes in.

“What. The. Fucking. FUCK. Sloane?”

It feels like a trick question so I stay silent and stare at him in confusion while I wait for him to expand on that sentence.

“I’ll dismantle this bed myself and throw it over the motherfucking railing if you try this shit again. You belong to me and you will sleep in my room—in my fucking bed!”

The man is infuriating! “You left the room… I thought you were finished with me for the night!”

He glares at me as he runs his hands through his still wet hair. “Jesus Christ, you’re a fucking moron sometimes! I just ate your fucking ass, princess. I went to brush my teeth and take a shower so that you would let me kiss you again. The second I turn my back, you run the fuck away. I’ll get a collar and a fucking leash if you keep this up!”

Turning off the TV, I throw the remote onto the middle of the bed as I stand up. “Don’t talk to me like that, Killian. I’m not a moron and you don’t need to be rude, asshole!”

He smacks his hand against the dresser in anger and glares at me. “You don’t need to keep calling me an asshole! Why can’t you just fucking do what I tell you to do?”

He makes me crazy, and right now I’m so pissed that I want to punch a wall. Moron is one of Celine’s go-to insults and I hate it with a passion. He’s pushed me enough today and I’m done. Against my will, fat tears start pouring down my cheeks. They are tears of anger, rage, regret, disappointment and heartbreak. I just want to get away from him.

“That’s it! Get out of my room and go play hide and go fuck yourself in traffic,
ASSHOLE
!”

I try to rush past him so that I can go hide in my bathroom but he is having none of that. Lifting me up, he throws me over his shoulder and storms across the condo and back to his bedroom where he, unceremoniously, tosses me back onto his bed.

I expect him to yell at me, but instead he walks into the bathroom and comes back with a box of tissues. He hands me the box then stands at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed and watches me like a hawk as I try to get myself back under control.