Page 103 of The Oath We Give

“Take off your shorts,” I order, voice gruff in the back of my throat, hoarse from the lust trapped back there.

She does as I ask without complaint. As much as she wants to deny her attraction, she wants to be a good girl for me more. Slowly sliding her sleep shorts down her long legs, taking her time, she teases me with every inch of lost fabric. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I spread my thighs a little wider, falling back into my chair. My fingers undo the button of my jeans, unzipping them as I tilt my head, zeroing in on the black silk panties trimmed with lace that hide barely anything from my hungry eyes.

“Panties too.”

Her chest heaves, a shaky breath rattling past her lips as she nervously follows my instructions. Shame and desire harden her nipples, the buds taut beneath the thin shirt. It’s a deadly combination, her need to do what I say so I’ll reward her and feeling weak for taking orders with no fight.

Coraline Whittaker likes to behave.

And there is nothing I love more than turning a headstrong woman into a needy whore. Completely, utterly at my mercy, watching her whine and cry for an orgasm she can’t have unless I say so.

Her underwear slips to her ankles, and before she lets them fall to the floor, I catch them in my left hand, squeezing a fist around the soft material.

I hold it between my teeth, the smell of her arousal so close to my nose making me groan as I jerk my jeans down, just enough so I can pull my throbbing cock from my boxers. The thick tip is red, aching and begging for relief.

A loud gasp makes me look up just as Coraline speaks. “You’re pierced?”

The silvery moonlight catches the metal along my shaft, three barbells evenly spaced from base to mid-shaft, glinting as they stud the hard muscles of my cock.

I drop her panties to my lap before I answer.

“If you beg me to fuck you, I’ll show you what they’re for.”

Her eyes leave my face and travel down my body, taking in the sight of my fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, the piercings cool against my palm.

“We—” She swallows, eyes flicking from my waist to my eyes. “It’s not a good idea.”

“Is that why you’re leaking on my desk?” I grunt, motioning with my eyes toward her pussy.

Her naked, exposed pussy, pink and crying for me to make it come. It wants me so deep inside of her that she can’t fucking stand it. I roll the harsh pad of my thumb against my reddened tip, smearing precum.

She blushes, pupils dilating. Coraline watches every movement as I release my cock before picking up her silk panties and wrapping them around my shaft.

The feel of my callused hands and her underwear tugging at the piercings beneath my palm elicits a hiss from my throat.

I use my feet to move forward, the chair beneath me rolling closer to the edge of the desk where she sits, forcing her to spread her legs wider to accommodate the size of my shoulders. This puts my face directly in front of her cunt, right where I’ve been dying to be for months.

“Don’t worry, Hex. I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. But you’re going to wish I did.”

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TWENTY-FOUR

DEATH OF THE SUN

SILAS

“Silas.”

Her whimper falls in the dark room, ghosting across the shell of my ears as I place a kiss to the top of her thigh. Coraline’s knuckles grip the edge of the desk so hard they’re turning white, like this will cure the ache between her thighs.

My balls tighten, mouth this close to a cunt that’s begging to be filled with load after load until she can’t walk without me dripping down her thighs.I keep a steady rhythm, palm rubbing up and down my shaft while my other hand runs the length of her inner thigh.

“Put your feet on the desk,” I breathe. “Make sure you keep those legs spread and that cunt in my face.”

The heat from her core lulls me in as she does what she’s told. I place my fingers right on the edge of her pussy, dragging a teasing finger up and down the seam of her puffy cunt. A huff of air breezes past my lips, ghosting across her wet skin.

“Wait, I—I haven’t done anything since…” she stutters, placing one of her hands on my head to keep me from feasting. She looks down at me with panic in her eyes and lust tinting her cheeks.