Page 35 of Merciless Promise
“Right there,” I said as I pointed at the floor.
She tried to gracefully lower herself, but as she wobbled, she lost her balance and tumbled forward onto the floor instead. It didn’t faze her as she quickly recovered. Once she was steady on her knees, I moved closer and let her remove my belt. After, she loosened the button, then unzipped them.
My cock sprang free, and she wasted no time fisting it. “You must really want a second round,” I mused as I ran a hand through her hair before wrapping a large swath of the dark silk around my wrist.
“I do,” she quickly answered. “I need you to fuck me so badly.”
Her last words came out more like a pout, and it made my earlier grin reappear. “Then suck me until I feel the same desperation as you.”
Something flashed on her face, but she leaned in closer and seconds later wrapped her mouth around the tip of my cock. I watched her as she stared up at me while working me to her throat, but there was something not right about all of this. A glimmer of awareness struck me as I realized exactly how intoxicated she was, but since I had no intention of getting off in her tonight, I tightened my grip on her hair in instruction to continue.
Ekaterina had been a fast learner, if nothing else, since we had first fucked in a room similar to this one. Despite her own animosity toward me, she had accepted her fate and actually put forth effort when it came to sex. I wanted to think it was because she was as desperate to have a child as I was, but her bad decisions said something else entirely.
“I love watching how my cock stretches that venomous mouth of yours,” I told her as she tilted her head to take me deeper, then swallowed down around the tip. The one thing I could say about sex with her was that it was never boring, or even unsatisfactory. Therein lay the problem. “Keep up,” I said the moment she slowed down.
Ekaterina began to suck me harder and faster, and those two things were what usually made us both come quicker, especially when I was buried balls deep inside of her. My grip tightened on her head before I yanked it back. When I did, my cock slipped from her mouth, and she quickly tried to grab me once more.
“Enough!” I barked out.
Her tongue darted out, and I watched as she ran it up and over her top lip before running it across her bottom one. From there, she bit down nervously on it as she peered up at me. “Did I do something wrong?”
“You tell me, puisín.”
“T-tell you what?”
“What did you have to drink before going outside the party tonight?”
“Water,” she quickly said, and I yanked her head back even more.
“You’re a goddamned liar. How come your water tastes like a margarita?”
The moment she had been busted, her eyes widened. I wanted to see the fear in them, but they were still so clouded over. I knew it was from more than that drink. She hadn’t really been out of my sight long enough to have more than a few sips, and even mixed with the one from earlier, she would still be mostly sober. Ekaterina could drink me under a table, and her carelessness now only angered me more.
Visions about the way I intended to punish her made my cock twitch between us. I’d definitely rather feel her mouth wrapped around me, but that would only reward her, which was the last thing I planned to do.
“I didn’t finish it,” she finally said in a small voice.
I pulled Ekaterina to her feet a bit more roughly than intended, and I couldn’t be sure if it was that or her intoxication that made her wobble unsteadily. Releasing her hair from my grip, she backed up until her ass hit the edge of the dresser.
I advanced on her, stopping when just inches from her. “And did you take anything? Maybe something someone handed you?”
“No, I swear I didn’t,” she said.
“Did you put your glass down for even a few seconds and turn away?”
“I dunno...Maybe...Possibly...Why?” and then she gripped the dresser edge with one hand and covered her forehead with the other. “I’m dizzy, and I’m burning up.”
“For fuck’s sake, I think someone slipped something in your goddamn drink.”
“What?” she said strickenly. “Please don’t blame me. I just?—”
“I want to fucking blame you, but you didn’t know your drink had been drugged. I do blame you for your defiance to begin with because we’d already decided you would not have any more alcohol tonight.”
“Well, you decided that, but?—”
“You agreed eventually, so now you’re going to need to be punished.”
“I’m also turned on right now. Please fuck me. You can rail me?—”
