Roman reached up and pushed his thumb into my mouth. “Suck my thumb, dirty girl. Suck on it good so I can rub it around that tiny clit of yours until you scream for me to fuck you.”
I ran my tongue against the rough and callused skin and never released the hold of my pussy. I was still spreading myself wide as I sucked on his thumb just as he wanted me to do. My eyes connected with his for a split moment, and I wondered if it was hunger I saw hidden in their depths.
“Beg for my cock. Beg.” He pulled his thumb out of my mouth and pressed it against my clit. I cried out in pleasure, but held my position. I didn’t want to let go of my spread lips in fear he would stop the most wicked of his touches so far. “Beg,” he commanded again.
“Please, Master. My little hole wants to be spread open by your cock.” The words were so natural. They seemed to flow from my lips without the slightest hesitation or thought.
His ministrations froze and he chuckled. “Oh, my dirty, dirty girl. Having you call me Master was for The Iron Colt Brotherhood’s benefit and viewing pleasure… but I like it. I think we’ll keep it that way even after we are wed. And I think I finally have found your first real punishment. That building orgasm inside of you will remain right where it is.” He spanked my pussy hard, forcing me to release the spread of my skin. “For now.”
Roman stood up and pushed my upper half over the bed. “Stay bent over,” he said.
I tried to regain my breath and steady my raging emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t process. All I could do was stare at my spread fingers against the bedspread as I heard the sound of a belt being removed from the loops of Roman’s pants.
“The Iron Colt Brotherhood have some requests. Every single morning you will be paddled and every night you will receive a lashing from my belt. The severity will all depend on how good of a girl you have been leading up to it.”
Before I could process his words, the stinging crash of leather against skin had me howling out. The pain radiated all the way to my needy pussy, only intensifying my out-of-control hunger.
“Please,” I pleaded as he whipped me once again.
“Yes, Cheri. Keep begging.”
“Please…”
“Are you begging for me to stop belting you, or to fuck you?”
He brought the belt down against my sensitive ass again but rather than crying, I moaned.
The belt fell upon me again, and I moaned some more.
“Little pain slut. You like when your Master spanks your ass as you pray he will eventually fuck you.”
Tears of indignity and degradation fell as my orgasm built inside of me. My body became more alive with every searing swat. Yes. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard. But not before he finished the discipline. The most twisted and sexual punishment one could imagine. My mind screamed no. My ass screamed for mercy. But my core, my inner being, my soul begged for more.
Just as the most intense explosion was about to release, Roman ceased the spanking.
I cried out even louder than I ever had during the spanking.
“Yes, my naughty princess. I am going to enjoy this very much.”
I heard the sound of his footsteps approach the door, and I turned my head to see him holding the door handle. My heart fell to my stomach as I still remained in position for more.
“No,” I whispered so low that I was sure Roman couldn’t hear me. I didn’t want him to leave. No.
“Tomorrow I’ll be back. You just earned yourself two diamonds.”
Chapter Fifteen
Roman
This was harder than I thought. For so many reasons. I stormed into the room assigned to me for the duration of my stay at the manor and slammed the door closed behind me. I scanned the upper corners of the room to make sure there weren’t any cameras present, prepared to destroy them if there were. I was the son of a fucking king, and I was getting damn tired of following the rules of The Iron Colt Brotherhood. I was two seconds from telling all of them to go fuck themselves and try to come after me. Try motherfuckers. Try.
I walked over to the window and stared out, not really seeing anything as the rage inside nearly blinded me. I didn’t know if I should jack off to relieve my built up sexual tension or punch my fist through the window. Taking deep breaths, I tried to steady the near explosion wanting to burst from within. I had to think of Cheri and her safety. My temper wouldn’t just put me at risk, it would most certainly put her life in danger, and I knew it.
The elders of The Iron Colt Brotherhood were known for ridding the society of any trouble-makers, and I had to do everything within my power to assure them that Cheri and I were as far from that as I could. I had seen powerful men made to look like they committed suicide. I had seen fatal car jackings made to look random. I had even seen men who crossed the brotherhood to come down with the rarest terminal diseases. If The Iron Colt Brotherhood wanted you dead, there would be no escaping their grip. I knew I needed to comply with the fucked up initiation regardless of how powerful my family was. The Iron Colt Brotherhood would always be more.
But it was fucking hard.
To see Cheri in that room crying and begging to leave, nearly destroyed me. But if I showed any weakness at all, I knew the brotherhood would insist on someone else doing the initiation which meant I would murder someone. I wouldn’t hesitate to slit the throat of the first man to touch my Cheri. So I had to be harsh, ruthless, merciless. I was an alpha and dominant by nature, but this initiation was taking the sadist in me to a completely new level. I would have to push myself further than I had ever gone before.
A firm knock on the door broke me from my deep thoughts. I was about to tell whoever was on the other side of the door to go fuck themselves and leave me alone, but I also knew that was my temper speaking.
“Yeah, come in,” I called out.
I turned to see my friend, and my business partner of Spiked Roses walking in. I didn’t expect to see Alec even though I knew he was a member of The Iron Colt Brotherhood. I knew that he too tried to keep his distance from the society.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked him, though was very happy to see a familiar face that I could trust.
“I was worried about you after you left our meeting at Spiked Roses. I figured you would need a friend right about now.”
“I appreciate it,” I said as I approached him and shook his hand. “I need someone to talk me off the damn ledge. I’m two seconds from storming into Cheri’s room and yanking her out of this manor and telling all the brothers to go to hell.”
“And you know they will kill you both for it,” Alec said.
“Which is why I haven’t done it yet.”
“I saw the video of what you were doing to Cheri. I’m sorry I watched, but it was the only way I could get in here to talk to you. I needed to play along even though I sure as fuck felt like I was invading your privacy.”
“I get it. No worries.”
“You are doing a good job,” he said. “I know that might not make you feel better, but no one would question if you are the man to do the job. You are coming across hard enough. Cruel and unrelenting. I know they are paying close attention to your every move and action to see if they need to assign another man… or men.”