Page 18 of Sinister Promise

I placed my gun on the desk beside us, freeing my hand for her soft hair.

"Take out my cock," I demanded, pulling a knife from my back pocket, opening it. The metallic flick echoed through the silence.

Her sobs still shook her shoulders, but she kept them quiet.

I slid the knife through the elastic holding her tight ponytail and groaned when her dark brown locks tumbled free to her shoulders.

"Your hair is wasted in that severe style," I observed, running my fingers through the strands. "Never wear it up again."

Her eyes widened at the implication that there would be an "again," a future beyond this moment.

“I said take out my cock. Don’t make me repeat myself,” I growled, fingers twisting into those silky strands, gripping tight.

Her trembling hands reached for my pants, drawing down the zipper.

"Please," she whispered once more.

I tightened my grip until she winced. "You need to prove you can take directions."

"I can. I will," she responded quickly, learning.

Her fingers found my hard length, wrapping around it.

The sensation of her soft yet strong touch drew a groan from my throat.

"Good girl," I praised as she pulled my cock free.

Her eyes flickered up at the praise, a brief moment of confusion crossing her features before she masked it.

Interesting.

She responded to those two simple words in ways she didn't understand…yet.

"Now show me how sorry you are."

Her fingers caressed my length, eyes wide and slightly panicked as crimson darkened her cheeks.

I gave her a minute to explore.

Her touch was exquisite, but she wouldn't get off—or get me off—so easily.

My fantasies of her on her knees before me paled in comparison to the reality—her trembling lips, her wide, fearful eyes.

Her blush deepened, and I wondered how far down that flush extended.

Did it reach her breasts? Her stomach?

"Look at me," I demanded.

Her eyes immediately found mine.

I pulled her face closer as she tilted my cock toward my stomach. The sight of her looking up at me, my cock so near her pretty mouth, stirred something dark within me.

"Tell me you're sorry again," I demanded.

"I'm so sorry. I promise I didn't see anything. No one will ever know. You don't have to do this, I will never?—"

"Enough of your pretty little lies. Put your hands on my thighs and keep them there."

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