Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
KILLIAN
“Are you going to punish me now, sir?” Heather asks, her eyes filled with want and I nod.
“I am, but first you’ll explain to my brothers that this is something you need.”
She stares at Carter and then Knox, her worry of their acceptance is visible as she speaks low with unshed tears in her eyes.
“I want this, but I’m not sure why. It’s a relief—I can’t explain it but it helps. It numbs the pain even if it’s brief-“
Heather takes a shaky breath as she stares at the floor as if she’s too ashamed to look at them.
“I need it.”
Carter moves closer to her and places his palm under her chin gently lifting her head until her eyes are on his.
“What are our rules?”
Her gaze stays on him, breaths slightly heavier as she answers his question.
“Only the three of you. Never anybody else.”
He clicks his tongue, admonishing her.
“There’s one more important rule, Little Heathen. No shame. If you want something from us, you take it. No explanation required. Do you understand me?”
We all know that her upbringing was filled with shame. While it’s understandable for her to struggle with it, we want to break her free from the guilt.
When Carter releases her, Knox pulls her into his arms.
“You don’t own the shame, Tesoro. Do not claim what is not rightfully yours.”
Heather holds her head high, stares at me, her eyes demanding and confident. Humans are never singularly faceted. She is no different from anyone else, Heather has many sides, but this is my fucking favorite.
“I’m ready for my punishment, Killian. I want you to take your belt to my ass.”
We both know this isn’t truly a punishment but a desire to own the pain. This is her choice, she controls it.
“Go to the bedroom. Remove your clothing and kneel. You will wait for me, obediently. Remember your safe word. You will probably need it.”
Knox releases her, and she immediately walks to the bedroom.
I pour myself a drink and take a seat at the kitchen table.
“Are you not going in there?” Knox asks and I lift my gaze to his.
“Of course I am. Waiting will piss her off.”
As much as I enjoy her obedience, her anger is fucking intoxicating.
Knox shakes his head as he chuckles low.
“You’re fucked up, brother.”
I shrug my shoulders and toss back the remnants of my drink.
“I know. You should try it, Knox. Fucked up is more fun.”
Both of my brothers laugh as I set my glass in the sink and walk to the bedroom to find Heather exactly as I want her—on her knees with a pretty little scowl on her face.
Exquisite.
“Why are you angry, Killer.”
She tilts her head at me, her glare turning furious.
“You left me sitting here like a goddamn idiot.”
I grab the back of my shirt and pull it over my head and toss it on the chair behind me. Reaching into my pocket, I find my knife and pull it out. Once I open it, I place it on the black table beside me as Heather stares at me, a twinge of fear in her gaze.
“Why did you bring a knife, Killian?”
I run my tongue over my bottom lip allowing my gaze to travel over her naked form.
“Live in fear, Killer.”
I know her. She knows I’d never kill her, but she’ll be wondering what my plans are for the blade, and the excitement will build.
“On the bed. Hands and knees.”
Once she’s in position, I remove my leather belt from my pants and snap it hard against my palm, she jumps at the audible crack. Heather stiffens as a visible chill rolls down her spine, and she shivers.
“I’m going to hit you three times and you will count each one.”
I drag two fingers down the center of her back as I listen to her breathy moans,
“Killian, please.”
Sliding the belt over her ass, I say, “That’s my girl. You beg so pretty, baby.”
Turning her head, she gazes at me ?over her shoulder. Her blue eyes are wide with desire, her lips plump and slightly parted as she pleads again for what she needs.
“Please. Only you can take the pain from me. Please.”
I pull the belt back and strike her ass with the leather, and she gasps softly.
“One.”
When I hit her a second time she whimpers while she digs her fingers into the sheets.
“Two.”
Fuck. I love that breathy sound that escapes from her lips.
Again I pull my belt back and swing it forward on the same red mark already forming on her skin.
“Three, but I need more.”
I pull the belt back again but hold it still momentarily.
“Two more and that’s it, Killer.”
This is something she needs and I understand that but I’m unwilling to really hurt her. There’s a line and I will not cross it.
After I hit her two more times, she collapses on the bed in relief, and I grab the cream from a drawer for her ass.
Opening the pink container I gather a generous amount and rub it on her beautifully reddened skin.
Heather breathes out a sweet relaxed sigh and I can’t help the smile playing on my lips.
Giving this gorgeous woman what she needs fills some part of me.
I’ve never been the person who craves taking care of someone outside of my brothers.
With her, the need is desperate and visceral.
I fought it before, but then I lost the battle I never truly wanted to win.