Page 43 of Merciless Promise
I knew exactly what he liked, so I leaned in and ran my tongue over the tip of his cock. Back and forth, I flicked the pierced head, ignoring his growl. Just because I knew what he wanted, it didn’t mean I would simply just give it to him. Since we’d entered this arrangement, I’d been much more submissive than I ever thought I would be. But, during times like this, I wanted to toy and play with him like he did with me so often.
“I said to suck it,” he warned as he gave the belt a tug.
I could feel the leather tightening around my throat, which only made me wetter. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips fully around him. Despite his irritation, I could taste his precum, so I knew he was already enjoying it. Using that to bolster my confidence, I sucked him in just enough, but not how he wanted me to.
I was just starting to really enjoy toying with him until he pulled out and released his hold on the belt. A feeling of deflation filled me when I realized I’d fucked up. Opening my mouth, I was about to say something, but he walked out of the room, leaving me there. Since Kingston didn’t tell me to get up, I stayed in that spot.
A minute or so later, he returned with something I didn’t recognize. It was another strap of leather, but this one had a large hole in the center, and once he brought it close to my head, I knew exactly what the hole was for. I gulped and tried to control my racing heartbeat as he wrapped it around my lower head, positioning the gag where he wanted it.
My pulse quickened when he placed the large metal ring into my mouth and behind my teeth. Immediately, pain filled me, and my eyes filled with tears. There was something else to keep my tongue in place, and now I couldn’t even speak or move my mouth at all.
“I told you not to play with me,” he said, and I knew he was right. “So now, I’m going to take what you’d promised me.Whether you get anything I promised in return now will be determined later.”
Seconds later, he picked back up where he had left off, except this time, he had me completely immobile with both the belt and this gag. Kingston smacked my lips a few times with his cock, and I could do nothing more than stare up at him. The moment he thrust into my mouth, I almost gagged as he went straight for my throat. He didn’t allow me to adjust to either him or the toy, pulling right out and slamming back inside.
“This is how you fucking suck a cock,” he told me as his thrusts became harder and faster. “You must’ve forgotten while I’ve been gone.”
His face was completely rigid, and the tensing of his jaw was incredibly sexy. A sense of regret filled me; however, it dissipated the moment I realized I was nothing more than a receptacle for him. He wasn’t fucking my mouth, truly, but using it to get off.
I wanted him to feel me swallowing down on him...feel me squeezing him with my jaw...grazing him with my teeth...and all the things I knew he liked from me. This was unnatural, and likely the reason I didn’t even try to stop the tears that started to leak from my eyes and roll down my cheeks.
Kingston didn’t either, as he let me cry. The emotion I was showing caused him to fuck my mouth even rougher while tugging harder on the belt. Moments later, I was expecting him to come down my throat, but he pulled his cock out instead and started to furiously pump it.
Right after, I felt the first warm jet of his come as he came on my chin. He didn’t even let me taste him, and when he finally released both his cock and the belt from his hands, he reached out and wiped away one of the tears falling from my eyes.
“No need to cry over spilled milk now, puisín. You wanted to play with me, so this is what you got in return.” After he removedthe belt from my neck and the gag from my mouth, he crooked his finger. “Up on your feet. Bad kittens get no orgasms tonight as a punishment.”
I rose to my feet with his help and only froze when he guided me to the cage in the corner. I’d always wondered exactly what it was for, and now I knew. Shaped like a bird cage, it was definitely big enough to hold me inside, and I knew that was what he had planned.
“I’m sorry,” I told him while cursing myself for any sign of weakness.
“I am, too. In here you go.”
The door swung open with a loud creak, and I turned around to plead with him. “I promise I won’t do it again. Just give me another chance. I’m really sor?—"
“If that’s the case, you’ll take your punishment like a good girl.”
He pushed me into the space, and before I could react, the doors swung shut. “Please.”
“I would suggest you be quiet before I introduce you to a second type of gag.”
That shut me up, and I didn’t make another sound as I was left alone in the room for a short while. When he finally returned, he removed the tail, gave me a once over, then we went upstairs to bed to sleep.
I hadn’t gotten to orgasm like I’d hoped, but he was at least sharing a bed with me once more. I had no idea why I even gave a damn, but the most unwelcome emotion welled up inside of me, and I couldn’t ignore it. Somehow, I had fallen in love with Kingston—although my husband was in name only. Or at least it should have been. Now, I actually liked the rat bastard. Swallowing down something different, I turned and forced my eyes to close. His arms came down on me afterward, and I settled against his hard frame and drifted off to sleep.
ONE MONTH LATER
I’d been truthful when I said I wouldn’t go behind his back and take any more birth control pills. Kingston had watched me destroy the pills, and what should’ve been just another sign of my subservience, it felt right. In fact, I knew it was, because I had made a vow to him. I’d bear him a son, then everything else would take care of itself afterward.
The hardest part was actually getting pregnant. Trying was as much fun as it had always been, but after taking multiple tests each week, there were no positive ones to speak of. Granted, we’d only been trying for about a month, but I had stupidly thought I would get knocked up the moment I’d come off the pills.
I sighed as I turned over another negative test, then threw it and its wrapper into the garbage can. I then washed my hands and stepped back into the bedroom. Kingston had been up most of the night, and my sore thighs reminded me of why. Because hehad gotten little sleep, I made sure to be quiet a few minutes ago when I had gotten up so he could get some more sleep in.
I returned to the bed and sat down on the edge. There was a certain pressure because Cillian seemed amenable to at least considering their grandfather’s archaic demands. Or at least Kingston seemed to think so. While he had been the only one to marry so far, if Cillian managed to get someone else pregnant and it were a son, he could easily tie the knot, which would push Kingston out of the Brannington Empire, as he liked to call it.
Women were much different. I was simply supposed to look pretty until I found a suitable or, in my father’s case, a useful husband in which to marry and have their children. The Kotov blood would live on, and I would be relegated from daughter of the family to wife of the family, all while nothing ever really changed.
Perhaps that had been another reason I had wanted to come back to America. Sure, I had been on the run from Aram, but I could’ve gone anywhere on the globe and had chosen this place. Other than the tragic incident with Princeton, I’d actually enjoyed my time in New York, even if it had been just a secluded mountain hideaway.
