Page 36 of Her Dark Promise

I smiled at him. “I lost it years ago.” He snapped his mouth shut, not knowing how to respond. “Well, since you are going to be here for the foreseeable future, I think introductions are in order.”

“You first.”

“That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble, more than you already are. I could find other things for you to do with that mouth,” I said seductively, “but I will humor you just this once. I am the stuff of nightmares. The story parents tell their children to make them behave. You may call me ‘Your grace’.”

“Your grace?”

“Yes, I am the queen, after all. It only makes sense,” I said coyly.

“Queen? There has not been a queen here in centuries. What’s your name?”

“You don’t need to know that, as you won’t be using it. Your grace… Your majesty… Mistress…Lover…” I smirked. “Any of those will do. Now, what is your name?”

“If you won’t give yours then there is no reason to give mine.”

I scoffed and looked away; the nerve of this human was insurmountable. “You are just begging to be punished, aren’t you?”

Before he could move, I spun us around and pushed him back into my chair as I used my shadows to secure ropes around his wrists, legs, and stomach.

He pulled at his restraints, testing them, but every time he pulled, they tightened.

“I wouldn’t do that. You’ll cut off your circulation and I am not done playing with you yet.”

I sauntered around him slowly and stopped at the side of the chair, calling forth my power, and reached into the shadows and extracted a knife from the kitchen. He eyed me warily. I grazed the tip of the blade across his bare stomach, down the material of his undergarments, and over his thigh, causing it to get dangerously close to his most sensitive area. He hissed and stared at me with pure disgust in those moss-green eyes, but maybe with a hint of something else. His cock hardened evenmore under the pressure of the blade which only confirmed my suspicions.

Did I have a masochist in my grasp?

“If I didn’t know any better, I would assume that you enjoyed the feel of the steel against your skin.”

He jerked his leg from what I can only assume was the bite of the cold blade, but didn’t say another word, just continued staring at me as if he were challenging me to truly do my worst.

“I will give you one last chance. Tell me your name.”

His eyes dropped to his lap, and said in a tone full of disdain, “Never.”

I walked around until I stood in front of him.

“I may look young to you, but I promise that I have more experience than anyone you have ever met. So, I know a couple of ways to get the answer out of you.” Something came over me and all I wanted to do was feel the strength of his thighs under me again, his cock growing for me. I situated myself on him again. “Do you like the feel of my pussy on you, hunter?”

I wiggled my hips in slow, precise movements. Leaned my head back, moaning out loud.

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Do you have any complaints?” And bit his earlobe causing him to buck into me. I gasped when I felt his massive erection hitting my entrance, the material causing a delicious friction.

I laughed and leaned back. I ran my hands through the hair on his chest; he did not disappoint. His father may have wanted him to become head of the household, but this man wasn’t made for such a sedentary life.

He tensed when I licked up his neck and whispered, my hot breath against his ear, “What is your name?”

He leaned forward, as far as the restraints would allow, and said, “You can call me anything you want, harlot.”

His anger was so palpable that I could taste it.

Two could play this game.

He was getting on my last nerve. I reached down and stuffed my hand in his undergarments, grabbed his balls, and lightly squeezed.

Speaking against his neck, my nose brushing under his ear, I said, “I don’t think you aregraspingthe position you’re in. You are mine to do with as I please. I decide your future… You can live here peacefully like the others, or you can be stubborn, and I will leave you locked up here permanently and play with you whenever I want. So, let’s try. One. Last. Time.” Squeezing even harder, emphasizing the words. “What. Is. Your. Name?”

His breathing had shortened, and he kept swallowing hard. He still had not uttered a single word. After a few seconds, I pulled, causing him to groan, arching his back, his bare chest pressed against mine. I would be lying if I said his reactions weren’t making me feel a certain way.

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