Chapter 57
CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
KILLIAN
“Do we need to postpone your punishment until tomorrow? You look exhausted.”
The side of her face is pressed against the tree as she lifts her heavy eyes to mine.
“No. Punish me. Fuck me. I’m tired, but not that tired.”
I remove my belt from my pants and show her the leather.
“What’s your safe word, Killer?”
Her lips pull up into a devious grin.
“Donut, but I won’t be using it. I can take whatever you give.”
Knox grabs my arm, “A belt? Use your fucking hand.”
I never knew she didn’t tell them, but I do now. Heather's eyes widen, her gaze filled with fear that I’ll tell Knox and Carter about her little kink. I’m not sure why she doesn’t want them to know, but I’ll keep her secret.
“Killer, you can decide. Hand or belt?”
Her eyes glimmer against the pale moonlight. There’s no fear now, only need, as she breathes her one-word answer.
“Belt.”
I glance at Knox, and he nods. Normally I would not seek permission from my brothers, but I don’t want them thinking I’m being cruel to her. They both need to understand that she consented to this.
“I’m going to hit you three times and you will count each strike. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“If you use your safe word, I will stop immediately.”
Her gaze sharpens as her next words cause a thrill to run down my spine.
“I won’t.” She says confidently.
I don’t ever want to cause her to use her safe word. Knowing she can handle my rough nature is a big turn-on for me. Her getting off on it does things to me I cannot even explain.
Moving behind her, I press my palm to her ass and rub my hand over it, the silky texture warming over my fingers.
I pull the belt back and swing it forward as she cries out, “One.”
Her voice mixing with the snap of my leather echoes in the quiet night.
Hitting her again, she hisses through clenched teeth, “Two. Harder.”
“Fuckkk. You perfect. Fucking. Slut.”
I swing the belt again on her left ass cheek, harder than before, enjoying her broken scream.
“Thr-ee!”
Dropping my belt to the ground, I stare at her ass, admiring the red streaks I left. I’ll put cream on it when we go inside to lessen the pain and prevent infection.
“Turn around, Killer.”
Immediately I pull her dress down, revealing her tits, and take her in. Tits hanging over the red material, pebbled nipples, her soaked slit on full display. She’s fucking magnificent like this.
“Gorgeous.”
I pull my pants and boxers down to my feet before squatting down and give her instructions so she doesn’t get hurt.
“One leg over each of my arms. You can hold onto my head for stability while I lift you.”
I lean down and she places her hands on the back of my neck, then places her right leg on my arm before doing the same with her left.
Lifting her slowly and steadily until I’m standing straight, I lower her onto my length until she’s seated fully.
She does what she always does, which drives me insane.
A sweet gasp.
My name falling from her lips.
“Killian.”
Nails digging into my scalp.
Utter Perfection.
I hold on to her ass and move her up and down slowly, wanting her to feel every inch I’m giving her.
With every thrust, I slam the last few inches into her as I bottom out.
She’s drenched, as I knew she would be, allowing me to glide in and out of her tight pussy as she stares into my eyes, and I see it clear as fucking day—she doesn’t hate me.
There’s a fondness in her gaze even after I’ve given her every reason to abhor me.
“Killian.” She whimpers, her voice drenched in need as she presses her lips to mine. Pushing her tongue into my mouth, she seeks a deeper kiss as a moan slips free.
Gripping my fingers into her flesh, she hisses through her teeth but doesn’t ask me to stop, so I don’t.
“Do you see my brothers watching you, Killer? They can’t keep their eyes off the way you take my cock.”
Holding her up slightly, I thrust my hips jack hammering into her pussy as she screams for me.
“Killian!”
She tosses her head back.
Blonde hair hangs around her shoulders.
Her body trembles with pleasure.
She cries out.
“Fuck.”
Her pussy squeezes my cock.
She cries out again.
I’m not known for praising her, but I do now because I mean every word.
“Good girl, baby. You’re such a good girl for us.”
Her expression registers surprise before turning to pleasure.
Palming my face, she says my name again, and it’s my undoing.
This woman is my complete undoing. It’s undeniable.
I’m forever wrecked—for her. I wanted to destroy her, but she won the battle.
Heather holds my heart in her hands, and if she chooses to crush it under her feet—so be it.
I’m irrevocably in love with this woman and beyond fucked.
“Killian.”
My spine tingles as my balls tighten, and I fill her with my cum. She smiles softly before planting her face against my chest with exhaustion.
“Now, I’m tired. I hope I can make it to the house.”
I lift her, and my cock slips out of her. Setting her on her feet, I fix her dress so she’s covered before pulling up my pants.
Scooping her into my arms, I carry her back to the guest house. As we pass the rose garden, the sweet, faint scent of roses permeates the air.
“Tomorrow, Killer.” I say when I catch her again staring in that direction.