Chapter 56
Chapter Fifty-Six
THE HEATHEN
“Did you forget your panties, Little Heathen?”
I glance at Carter, shivering as he runs his fingers over the inside of my right thigh.
“No.”
His fingers dig into my flesh as he realizes my choice was intentional.
Very intentional.
I stood in the bathroom, my black lacy panties in my hand, and threw them on the counter, thinking about one thing.
Punishment.
Knox sits across from us, his eyes glued to my pussy as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, his eyes dark and filled with hunger.
“What’s your safe word, Tesoro?”
“Donut. It hasn’t changed.”
Leaning forward, he places his elbows on his knees, folds his hands together as he raises his gaze to mine.
“Do I treat you well, Tesoro?”
I nod and say, “Yes. Always.”
He tilts his head at me and raises an eyebrow.
“Have I done something to earn your smart fucking mouth?”
Carter and Killian move to the other side with Knox, confusing me.
“Tesoro.” He growls and I realize I haven’t responded.
“No.”
He rises from his seat and moves to me, placing one hand on the seat behind me, he leans forward so he doesn’t hit his head. Knox stares at me, his eyes dark and filled with heat.
“Open your smart mouth. Now.”
“What-” I begin to question, and he unzips his pants pulling his cock free.
“Eyes on me, Tesoro. You will watch as I take what’s mine.”
My gaze drops to his length as he strokes myself in front of my face, almost close enough to taste.
“Knox.” I whimper, wanting him in my mouth. These men have turned me into a constant needy mess for them. It’s never enough. I always want more.
Sticking my tongue out, I swipe the head of his cock sweeping up the pre-cum, moaning from his taste.
“Tesoro,” he admonishes me, “You did not ask for permission.”
I lift my gaze to his and he tilts his head at me in warning.
“Careful, beautiful Tesoro. Your smart mouth will only get you in more trouble. Ask nicely for what you want.”
Placing a hand on either side of the seat behind me, he stares at me, waiting for me to beg. His eyes are filled with desire matching my own and we both know I’ll beg for it, but he wants this as badly as I do.
“Please Knox.”
His cock is so close, nearly hitting my chin, his masculine scent surrounds me as his brothers look on, elevating my need. It’s not a secret that I like being watched by them.
“Please what, Tesoro?”
I’m quick to reply, the need growing with every breath I take.
“Please fuck my mouth, sir.”
It’s not Knox who responds audibly, but Killian.
“Fuuuck.”
Knox pushes into my mouth as he groans.
“Good girl. So beautiful with my cock in your mouth, Tesoro. Is that how we make you behave? Keep your mouth too busy to sass us?”
I moan around his length until he pushes into my throat, and I gag slightly.
Grabbing either side of my face, he fucks my mouth hard and fast. Normally Knox is gentle with me, but right now he’s more like Killian, dominant and controlling. And I like it. Perhaps more than I should.
Saliva dribbles down my chin as he pulls out and slams back into my throat with a sexy groan escaping from his chest.
“That’s it, Tesoro. You’re doing so well. I’m going to come, and you’ll drink every drop because that’s what good girls do.”
Placing my hands on his balls, I squeeze lightly and moan along his cock, and he explodes in my mouth. I whimper softly as the warm jet of liquid slides down my throat and he stares at me, eyes dark, but filled with satisfaction.
“Tesoro. Fucking perfect girl.”
A tingle of pleasure rolls down my spine as his words echo in my mind. Knox praises me frequently, more than the others. The words never begin to mean less or hit less significantly.
“Such a fucking praise slut.” Killian says, and I won’t correct him. I am many things, and these men accept them all. I need praise and I need pain. I’ve taken lives and protected them. I’m both good and bad. A sinner and a saint.
Knox tucks himself back into his pants and sits beside me, quickly pulling me into his arms.
“Are you okay? I was a little rough.”
I place my finger above the first button on his blue shirt and draw the material down slightly to kiss his exposed skin.
“I’m fine. I like it rough. Do I get to come now?”
He chuckles softly, the rumble of his deep voice vibrating from his chest to mine, and my clit pulses with need.
“Not yet, Tesoro. Soon, if you can continue behaving. Let’s go into this bar and have a drink.”