Page 71 of The Devil's Heir

Liliana

It's not the first time we've had sex since I returned home, but it's the first time he's threatened punishment. I'm nervous yet excited for what's to come.

I knew he wouldn't be happy about me coming to The Reformatory, and maybe it's why I decided to come here, but the end result wasn't what I was expecting.

I hadn't counted on him adding the humiliation or degradation into the mix, and I certainly hadn't expected him to start right here.

However, the moment we leave Carmen's cell behind, Jarek grabs the hair at my nape and turns me to face him.

"It's been such a long time, pauper, and I think you've forgotten your place," Jarek states, grinning wickedly. "How about I remind you of it, and hopefully, you remember who the fuck I am?"

Immediately, it's like electrical shockwaves shoot through my core, igniting the flames that only burn for one person—the devil himself. Don't get me wrong, I love the man Jarek's become, but I won't deny that I crave what the devil can do to me.

Gasping at the unexpected switch in Jarek's mood, I immediately reply, "Yes, Sir."

"That's my good pauper," he presses his lips against my forehead before leading us up the stairs.

His hold of my hair is tight as we walk through the building. Jarek stops and talks to as many people as possible, stretching out my humiliation for as long as he can. The men smirk at my predicament while the women look envious that I'm the one Jarek Falcon chose to be his .

Although The Reformatory isn't like any of the gentlemen's clubs, Jarek is still very well-known as a Dominant. Unexpectedly, this fact alone has pride rising up inside me, and I begin to relax some more. Most women would kill for my position, but they haven't earned it like I have.

"Will we be seeing you at the other club anytime soon?" a man asks Jarek as his eyes trail down my body.

Jarek shifts, positioning himself between me and the man before answering, "I might drop by every now and then, but since you've taken it upon yourself to look at my girl, you can see that I've already got everything I need at home." His scowl is enough to make the man retreat without another word.

By the time we make it out of the club, I'm a sopping mess and need to have Jarek inside me as soon as possible. When a whimper slips from my lips just as we get to the car, Jarek jerks me to a stop and makes me face him.

"Is the needy whore inside wanting to play, pauper?" he smirks knowingly.

"Yes," I pant.

"Well, I guess we'd better get inside the car then, shouldn't we?" Jarek's grin widens as he calls out, "Jackson, could you please hurry and open the door? It seems my little pauper is in need of my cock."

I can hear Jackson's chuckle, and as soon as Jarek turns me back to the car, I narrow my eyes at my friend, warning him to be quiet, but it only amuses him more. Before I can say anything to him, Jarek gently pushes my head down so I don't bump it, then shoves me into the backseat.

"Stay just like that," Jarek orders me as I lie sprawled, face down, on the backseat.

My humiliation builds as Jarek stands there just to shoot the shit with Jackson for a few minutes.

Before getting into the car, he orders me to sit up.

Jarek removes his suit jacket and hands it to Jackson.

He makes it known to anyone watching what's about to happen as he undoes his belt and opens his pants.

Honestly, I don't care who knows. My only interest is what I'm going to be taking inside me as soon as Jarek gets inside the car. I see the glint in his eyes as he enters the vehicle. As soon as Jackson shuts the door, my pulse begins to race in anticipation .

"You were a very naughty girl, pauper."

I swallow hard.

"Here's what you're going to do," Jarek states as he pulls his cock from its confines and begins stroking it. "You're going to take your pants off and open your legs nice and wide so I can see what belongs to me."

With trembling hands, I do exactly what he says, leaning my back against the door so my pussy faces Jarek's direction. The car begins to move as I wait patiently to be touched. However, Jarek has different plans.

"You're going to sit there and watch me get off to this pretty pussy," he says, sliding a finger through my wetness teasingly. "Then, when we arrive home, you will go to the playroom and wait for me."

"But Keirnan…"

"I assume he's with Heidi and Fran," he states, adding, "I'll make sure to let them know that they will be keeping him for a few more hours."

Jarek's tone is dark yet teasing, but I know where his head is going, and I'm here for it. It's been so long since he made me feel dirty, but unlike the last time, I'm looking forward to it.

I've come to realize that it isn't Jarek being an asshole; it's him being turned on by me and what he can make me do for him. It's the way he is, and it's what he likes. Somewhere along the way, I started liking it, too.

Watching Jarek stroke himself as he stares at the most intimate part of me has me yearning for his touch. The fact that I can turn him on just by sitting here with my legs open makes me feel powerful. I've been told I hold the power, but I never believed it until now.

Jarek's hand pumps up and down, picking up speed the closer he gets to his release. It's so erotic watching him jack himself off. Every once in a while, he will slip a finger inside of me just to suck on it afterward.

"I'm going to come, pauper. Come straddle me so I can mark you," Jarek growls out his command.

I'm so turned on that when I straddle him and he slaps my clit a few times, I almost come, but then he pinches it.

"Don't you dare come. I did not give you permission, pauper. Naughty girls don't get to come until I say. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir…" I moan, and he releases my clit .

Ribbons of warm white cum spurt out of Jarek's cock, landing all over me. By the time he's emptied himself, my stomach and pubic area are covered with Jarek's release.

"Get dressed, we're almost home." Jarek sounds angry, but I know better. He's coming down from the euphoric high he had.

I put my bottoms on, but Jarek had yanked my panties from my hand and pocketed them, so now I'm commando. As soon as I'm dressed, I help Jarek back into his pants before settling beside him and resting my head on his shoulder.

"I'm not sorry, I went," I tell him softly.

I feel his mouth on my head as he presses a kiss to it.

"I figured as much, which is why we're not done with your punishment," Jarek replies in amusement before resting his hand on my thigh for the rest of the ride home.

"Keep still, pauper."

"But—"

"No buts. Do you want me to plug your mouth, too?"

Jarek has my arms above my head, shackled in leather cuffs that are attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling.

He already has a plug in my ass and a vibrator in my pussy.

My legs are strapped closed, but the clamp that Jarek attached to my clit also vibrates, and I'm having a hard time holding my orgasm in.

"I still need to clamp your pretty little nips, pauper. You need to remain still so I don't hurt you," he explains mockingly.

"Please, Jarek…"

"Oh? No, Sir, this time?"

"I'll say whatever you want, just please let me come," I plead.

"Bad girls don't come, remember?" Jarek chuckles.

He pinches my nipple and places a clamp on it, making me hiss. When he does the other one, I glare at him.

Jarek grips my jaw, causing my mouth to open, and he spits.

I jerk back, surprised at first, but then I swallow it, knowing that's what he wants me to do.

His lips crush against mine, and he devours them with his kiss.

Suddenly, the clamps on my nipples start to vibrate, and I moan as I try to hold my orgasm back.

"Oh, God…" I mumble against his lips.

"Wrong. There's no God here, only the Devil himself. Do you want to come, pauper?" Jarek asks teasingly.

"Yes…please!"

All vibrations stop.

"That's too bad." He reaches around me and slaps my ass. "I think it's time to see how red we can make this cute little peach of yours."

I groan as I hang my head. I don't know how much more edging I can take. Jarek is good at what he does, and although I can tell he's harder than a rock, he refuses to fuck me.

Jarek walks to the cabinet where he keeps his paddles and takes out the thin, narrow wooden one. This one gives a good sting; if I remember correctly, I could only take five swats with it the last time he used it. It's been a while, so this ought to be interesting.

The vibrations turn back on, and a sting lands on my backside.

I rise onto my toes, trying to escape it, but it's no good.

Another sting comes, and then another. I cry out, but I don't tell him to stop.

I must be crazy, but I want this. I must prove I can be the woman he needs in every aspect of his life.

I know other husbands step out on their partners in their line of work; I don't want Jarek to have a reason to do it.

I don't realize tears are flowing down my face until Jarek drops the paddle and comes back to stand in front of me. He brings his hands to my face and swipes the wetness with his thumbs.

"You are so damn beautiful when you cry for me, pauper." His lips are soft as they brush against mine this time. "You've taken your punishment like a good girl, and now, I'm going to fuck you."

Jarek removes the straps from my legs and pulls the vibrator out.

In a matter of seconds, he's got his cock out and is grabbing my ass, pulling me into him.

My legs automatically wrap around his waist as he thrusts into me.

He isn't gentle by any means. Every time our pelvis' meet, he bumps against the clamp on my clit, sending a streak of pain through it, but it's a good pain.

"Look at you, pauper. I've made you into my perfect little whore, but you're so much more than that. Aren't you? "

I nod as I concentrate on not coming because I'm on the cusp of it now. "Only for you, Jarek."

"That's right. My girl, my whore, my little pauper. All. Fucking. Mine!" he growls through gritted teeth as he thrusts into me deep and releases himself. "Come with me, Liliana."

I come hard.

"That's it, baby. Give it all to me…" Jarek grips my jaw and kisses me in a brutal fashion, but I return it just the same.

When I'm done, my legs drop, no longer able to hold them in place, and I feel Jarek working on the cuffs around my wrists. My legs don't hold me, and before I can fall, Jarek's swinging me up and into his arms.

"Shh, it's all done, baby. You did so well for me." He carries me from the playroom and takes me to our room, where he lays me on the bed.

Climbing up beside me, Jarek stays with me, ensuring I drink water and even gives me some chocolate. I eat it happily.

"Why do you feed me chocolate right after you punish me?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Because what we did was intense, and I want to make sure your body adjusts properly. It's called aftercare. I will always take care of you after one of those sessions."

"Hm, well, I like it," I say as my lids start to get heavy.

Jarek chuckles.

"Well, you rest now. I'll get Keirnan and bring him up here, and then we will all nap together."

"Sounds like a plan," I murmur on a yawn.

All I remember after that is the click of the door being closed, and then I'm out for the count.