Page 45 of We The Depraved

He watches me.

“You have to be punished now,” he says loudly.

Turning back, I face him. “What?”

He walks over to the coffee table near the couch. I hadn’t noticed before but there’s a jewelry box there. Intrigued, I come forward and he bends to pick up the box.

“I like gifts,” I tell him.

The smirk never leaves his mouth. “Mmm hmm,” he murmurs.

It feels heavy in my hands, the box. Rolling my eyes one more time at Niki, I carefully open it and peer inside. A gasp hitches its way in my throat because the contents are not what I expected to find.

“What is this?”

It’s a string of pearls, and they’re beautiful but they’re also not… They start out small, and then gradually they get bigger until the last on is the size of a gumball.

A soft chuckle escapes from Niki’s lips at my confusion. My face feels hot as I’m trying to understand. I just want him to tell me.

“Your punishment, Sage,” he tells me.

“Because I flirted with a ranch hand…you’re punishing me with pearls?”

“Yes,” he says.

“Well,” I shove them back towards him. “They don’t look very wearable.”

“They’re not for wearing, Kitten. They’re for your ass.”

My mouth drops open.

“No,” I tell him.

He goes and sits down on the couch and eases the pearls out. “Had you been a good girl, Sage, I would have brought lube. But since you thought you could fuck another woman in my house…spit will have to do.”

I stand, narrow my eyes and cross my arms. “If you think you’re going to shove anything up my ass, Mr. Safaryan, you are sadly mistaken.”

He leans back and I can see his hard on stretching and straining through the fabric.

My pussy is saying something different and I almost want to clench my legs at the thought. There is no way I can though. It would be too revealing and Niki would feel as if he had won some invisible battle.

“Sage, please come over here,” he asks me.

“Absolutely, fucking, not,” I spit out each word.

He sighs. “Kitten, I won’t ask again. Remember, your sister’s life depends on everything you do.”

“You’re a piece of shit!”

I’m already storming across the room.

He doesn’t care and ignores my words.

“Lay across my lap kitten,” he says.

I want to cry.

I need to get back in control of my emotions.