Page 109 of My Solemn Vow
A chill runs down my spine, ending at my pussy, which throbs with need. I’m already worked up from upstairs. Hearinghim count every time I smarted off built my anticipation. Then to learn it’ll be the number of edges and orgasms he’ll bring me through was sexier than it had any right to be.
I clarify as quietly as I can. “Here, with him?”
I miss Valor’s warmth as he steps away to face Fred. He gets up close and personal with him. “Listen, Fred. I like the hard way. My wife likes it when I start making you less and less comfortable until you’re in so much pain you’re begging to die. The smell of blood and the sound of bones breaking is an ideal night for me. You, fighting back... it’s almost like foreplay. If you’d like to keep that attitude, go right ahead. Make our night.”
Valor is threatening a man, and I’m fucking lightheaded at the thought of how Valor will fuck me. I never considered having an audience. I didn’t like knowing that Marc and his shitty friends would be watching those videos he took of us in the locker room.
But Valor isn’t letting this man leave here alive. Valor and Royal hatched an evil genius plan to literally hunt down those tapes and make sure no one else can watch them again.How am I supposed to not fall in love with a man like Valor?
“Antonella,” Valor purrs. “Could you get something sharp and pointy to play with?”
I walk over to Valor’s tool cabinet and look at the shelves. Many implements are both sharp and pointy, but a shorter, curved knife draws my eye.
I bring it back to Valor and place it in his open hand.
“Cobbler’s knife. Good choice.” Valor praises me but looks at Fred with dismay. “I’ll start with an easy question. If you answer honestly... Antonella will take off a piece of clothing. If you don’t...” His words hang in the air with the threat as he tips the knife. “Who contacted you for the job?”
Fred swallows hard and tries to fight in his chair. It doesn’t go well for him. Valor doesn’t repeat himself. He grabs hold ofFred’s hand and slices up, from the webbing of his thumb to the wrist.
The scream echoes around the room, and Valor waits for the noise to die before he tries a new question.“Is it someone you’re afraid of?”
“Listen, man. I just took a fuckin’ job,” Fred groans, his head rolling back and forth.
Valor doesn’t take mercy on him, slicing another line up from between his middle and second index finger.
Fred yowls, “The guy who hired us paid cash but did an in-person pickup with the lead of the crew.”
“See, Fred, was that so hard?” Valor scoffs.
He looks over his shoulder at me. His eyes are warm and focused. They turn that slightly yellow-gold color. The one that matches his wolf.
I grab hold of the waistband of my yoga pants I’m willing to sacrifice for this sort of work. They slide down my thighs, and I step out of them. My shirt is long, covering my underwear and ass completely.
Fred is hardly in a state to admire, but he does raise his head and look at me.
Valor sets the knife down on his workstation and comes to me.
“Seems like I owe you five edges and six orgasms,” Valor says loudly enough for Fred to hear.
He fists his fingers into my hair and moves me, forcing me forward, then around to the table, where I’m well within view of Fred as Valor shoves me down against it.
I close my eyes, the feeling of being manhandled raising my heart rate. The white underwear I’m wearing surely has a wet spot from the arousal I’ve been trying to crush all night.
Valor pulls my panties down, exposing my ass. “See how wet she is for me, Fred? My wife is hot from watching you get tortured. If you tell me everything you know quickly... youwon’t suffer. I’ll let you watch before I kill you. You can get to watch her come all over my cock.”
Effortlessly, Valor pushes his fingers into my pussy. The feeling builds between my legs, and I try to hold off my growing desire, but Valor scolds me. “I can feel you clenching on my fingers. You’re close. If you come without permission... I’ll triple the eleven you’ve earned and take it out on your ass with my hand and belt.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper.
“You two are sick fucks,” Fred murmurs.
Valor laughs, full and deep from his belly. “Don’t think I can’t see your hard-on. You think we’re sick fucks, but you’re the one being tortured and you still want to fuck her.” Valor brings his hooded gaze to the hand at my pussy as he strokes my inner walls. “Which... I can’t say I blame you.”
Valor withdraws his hand from me, and I look over my shoulder at him. With heated eye contact and a smirk, he swipes his tongue out, licking away my arousal. “Mmmmm.”
When Valor steps away, I push myself up from the table and exhale a shuddering breath. My shirt falls, and I pull my underwear back in place.
The loss of Valor’s touch is a blessing because it stops the growing orgasm. Maybe. The release from his hand on my ass was unique. I felt free. Would the belt be the same?
