Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
K iera
I walked down the hallway like I was heading to the gallows, my bare feet silent against the cool hardwood. Each step felt heavier than the last, my heart thudding hard enough to echo in my ears. Ronan’s words still rang in my head— Go to the bedroom. Sit on the bed. Wait for me.
Yes, sir.
What the hell had possessed me to say something like that to him? The moment the words left my mouth, the look on Ronan’s face—like a predator who’d just scented blood—had sent a hot flush up my neck and straight to my cheeks.
I reached the master bedroom door and hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the handle. My pulse quickened at the thought of what waited for me once I was inside, of what he was going to do.
How I was going to get my ass fucked for the very first time in my life.
I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The room was as immaculate as it had been that morning: cool, clean lines, the sprawling bed perfectly made with crisp white sheets.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, my fingers twisting in my lap as nerves buzzed under my skin. My legs bounced involuntarily as I tried to calm the storm brewing inside me.
This is ridiculous , I thought, pressing my hands down to still the shaking in my knees. You’re not actually going to let him ? —
But then I remembered the way he’d grabbed my hair earlier—firm, unyielding, yet not painful. The way his voice had dropped when he’d told me that his cock was going in my ass. My cheeks burned at the memory, and I scowled at myself.
Get it together, Kiera.
Minutes passed. Or maybe it was seconds—it was impossible to tell with the nerves crawling under my skin. My gaze kept darting to the door, half-hoping and half-dreading to hear his footsteps. The waiting was the worst part. It let my imagination run wild with possibilities.
I took a shaky breath and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. How long had it been? Two minutes? Five? It felt like hours. Maybe he’d forgotten about me. Maybe he was just testing me, seeing if I’d actually follow his command?—
And then I heard it.
The sound of his footsteps.
Slow, deliberate, each one louder than the last as he moved down the hallway. My stomach twisted into knots, my breath catching in my throat as the noise grew closer. The faint creak of the floorboards beneath his weight made my skin prickle with goosebumps, and for a second, I considered bolting for the window or hiding under the bed like a child.
I gripped the edge of the mattress, my fingers digging into the soft fabric as the footsteps stopped just outside the door.
Oh, God.
The handle turned, and the door swung open. He stood there in the doorway, taking up all the space in the world, his dark gray eyes pinning me in place like I was already caught.
He didn’t speak at first. He just stood there, studying me—his gaze drifting from my face to my stiff posture, to the way I clutched at the sheets like they could save me.
I swallowed hard, unable to tear my eyes away from him as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. The sound felt final, like a lock sliding into place, and I whimpered softly.
I couldn’t breathe. Every inch of me felt like it was buzzing, the anticipation building with every step he took toward me. Was he really going to do it? Was he really going to… fuck me there?
And, more important, why wasn’t I running?
Ronan stopped a few feet away, his expression unreadable as he looked down at me. I felt pinned under his gaze, every nerve in my body alive and on edge.
“Stand up, Kiera,” he said softly, but the command in his tone was impossible to miss.
I froze for a moment, then did as he said, my legs wobbling slightly as I rose to my feet.
Ronan tilted his head, studying me like he could see right through me. Like he already knew how conflicted I felt—how nervous, how confused, how… willing .
“Good girl,” he said again, and the words sent a rush of heat through me that I couldn’t explain.
This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.
And yet, as he took another step closer, his presence dominating the room, I realized that I wasn’t trying to stop it.
Maybe deep down, a small part of me wanted what he was threatening, and I wasn’t quite ready to face it yet. Maybe I needed him to make me take it…
No. It couldn’t be.
Ronan stood close now—too close. His eyes bore into me, pinning me in place, his gaze leaving me feeling stripped already, though I still wore my clothes. My breath came quicker, my chest rising and falling in shallow little gasps as the air in the room seemed to thin.
I thought he might say something—something teasing, something cutting—but he didn’t. Instead, his hands lifted, his fingers grazing the hem of my sweater.
I froze, every muscle in my body going rigid.
“What… what are you doing?” I stammered, though my voice sounded small, even to me.
“Undressing you,” he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “One piece at a time.”
My heart kicked hard against my ribs, a nervous tremor running through me as I stared at him. “I—I can do it myself,” I mumbled, though even as I said it, I knew he wouldn’t let me.
“No.” His voice was calm, almost soft, but there was steel beneath it. “I’m going to do it. You’re going to stand there, and you’re going to let me. Because that’s the first part of this punishment, Kiera—you don’t get to hide from me.”
I wanted to argue, to tell him I wasn’t hiding. But my throat was too tight, my words caught somewhere deep inside me. I just stood there, frozen, my skin already prickling with heat as his fingers slowly lifted the hem of my sweater.
“Arms up,” he ordered quietly.
My cheeks burned, humiliation rolling through me in waves as I lifted my arms above my head. The sweater slid up and over me, soft fabric brushing against my skin as he pulled it off and dropped it to the floor. Goosebumps rose across my bare arms and stomach as cool air replaced the warmth of the sweater. I fought the urge to cross my arms over myself, knowing Ronan wouldn’t allow it.
His gaze roamed over me, taking in the pale pink bra that barely covered me, and I swore I saw his eyes flicker with something more than just arousal.
“This is what happens when you disobey me. When you try to keep secrets from me,” he said, the faintest hint of amusement curling his lips.
I clenched my jaw, but the flush on my cheeks only deepened.
His hands fell to the waistband of my leggings, and I stiffened, every nerve in my body on high alert.
His fingers hooked into the elastic band and slowly started to peel the leggings down. The fabric clung to me as it slid lower, forcing me to feel every inch he revealed. I bit the inside of my cheek as they pooled at my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
“Step out of them,” he said, his voice low.
I did as I was told, lifting one foot and then the other, my movements jerky and uncertain. I felt bare already—far too bare—and yet I knew we weren’t done.
Ronan straightened, his gaze traveling up my body, lingering on the curve of my hips and the thin, lacy panties I regretted wearing now more than ever. I shifted uncomfortably, my face flaming.
“Stop fidgeting,” he said softly, with an edge that made me freeze.
My hands hung uselessly at my sides, my breathing shallow and uneven as he reached behind me, his fingers brushing my back. I tensed, the touch sending a shock through me, but he didn’t pause. He found the clasp of my bra, and with a soft snap, it came undone.
My heart hammered in my chest as the straps fell loose around my shoulders. I moved instinctively to hold the cups in place, but Ronan’s voice stopped me cold.
“Hands at your sides, Kiera.”
I hesitated, my body trembling. “Ronan…”
“Now.”
The word was soft, but it carried the weight of a command I couldn’t refuse. My arms fell slowly to my sides, the bra sliding off and landing on the floor at my feet, revealing my breasts and my nipples.
They were already hard and far too sensitive to the chilly air moving about the room.
I shivered, every inch of me exposed to his gaze. I had the overwhelming urge to cover myself, to hide from him, but I stayed still, my eyes fixed on the floor. Shame rolled through me, leaving my cheeks hot and my stomach in knots.
“Good girl,” he said quietly, and the praise hit me harder than it should have, cutting through my embarrassment like a blade.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him step behind me. His hands returned to my hips, this time hooking into the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a shaky breath as he began to slide them down, the thin fabric brushing against my skin in a way that made me want to curl into myself. I bit my lip hard as they slid past my thighs, pooling on the floor like the rest of my discarded clothes.
“Step out of them,” he ordered again.
I obeyed, my movements stiff, every nerve in my body screaming. I stood there, completely exposed, feeling more vulnerable than I ever had in my life.
For a long moment, Ronan said nothing. I could feel his eyes on me, could feel the heaviness of his gaze dragging over every inch of me. My skin prickled under the intensity of it, and my chest tightened with a thousand different emotions at once—humiliation, anticipation, dread, and an uncontrollable arousal all at the same time.
I heard him step around to face me again, his boots barely making a sound on the carpet. I kept my eyes on the floor, unable to look at him, afraid of what I’d see in his face.
“I’ve been thinking about taking your virgin ass for a very long time, love,” he said softly.
My stomach twisted painfully, and I gulped, trying to steady my breathing as he stepped back, leaving me standing there in the silence of the room—naked, ashamed, and dreading whatever was coming next.
“Ronan,” I gasped.
“You’ll call me sir when you’re being punished,” he corrected, and my cheeks flamed red hot.
Then his fingers brushed under my chin. He tilted my head upward with gentle insistence, forcing me to look at him. My skin prickled at the contact, but I didn’t resist. I couldn’t.
“Look at me, love,” Ronan said softly, his voice calm, steady, like a lifeline cutting through the chaos in my head.
I blinked up at him, meeting his dark gray eyes. The sharpness in them had softened just a fraction and it made my chest tighten.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” he said, his voice low and even, as though he were speaking to a frightened animal. “Do you understand me?”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry, but I nodded faintly. “Okay,” I whispered.
“Your bottom fucking is going to hurt,” Ronan continued, his thumb brushing lightly against my jaw, grounding me with the smallest of touches. “But I will take care of you through every single painful moment of it. You’re not alone in this, sweet girl. I’m here.”
His words settled over me like a strange balm, soothing and unsettling all at once. I searched his face, looking for cruelty or malice, but there was none. Only that same quiet authority that left no room for doubt.
“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, his fingers still holding me in place.
I hesitated, my heart thudding so hard I swore he could hear it. Did I trust him? The answer came from somewhere deep inside me, a place I wasn’t ready to admit existed.
“Yes,” I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.
Ronan’s lips curved into the faintest smile—one that wasn’t mocking, but something closer to satisfaction. He let go of my chin, and I missed the steady weight of his touch instantly.
“Now,” he said, his voice returning to that low, commanding tone, “climb up on the bed. On your elbows and knees.”
I froze, my body stiffening at his words. My gaze darted to the massive bed behind me—pristine white sheets, far too big and far too soft for what I knew was about to happen.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, love. You won’t like what happens if I do,” he warned.
The finality in his voice left no room for argument. My throat tightened, but I turned slowly, forcing my legs to move. Each step toward the bed felt heavier than the last, my shame and nervousness dragging at my feet like a pair of ankle weights.
I placed one knee on the mattress, then the other, my heart hammering wildly as I crawled forward. The sheets were cool against my bare skin, the sensation only adding to my overwhelming vulnerability. I hesitated for just a second, glancing over my shoulder at Ronan, who stood there watching me with a gaze so intense it made my stomach flip.
I bit my lip hard, fighting the surge of nerves that had me trembling, and did as he said. I lowered myself down until I was on all fours, my weight resting on my elbows and knees, my bare skin prickling under the cool air. My hair fell around my face like a curtain, shielding me from him, but I could feel his gaze. I could feel the way he watched me—silent, deliberate, taking in every inch of my exposed body.
Taking in my bottom hole…
I squeezed my eyes shut, my breath coming in shallow bursts as I gripped the sheets beneath me.
I didn’t dare look back at him. I stayed exactly where I was, trembling and humiliated and impossibly aroused as I waited for what came next.
For his cock in the one place a cock had never been.
My asshole clenched.
My pussy clenched harder.