Page 39 of Knot Their Job


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“Let me go, you beluga whale!” Bianca protested, struggling against his grip. She tried to stomp on his toes, but he lifted her from the ground. Her feet dangled in the air, and she kicked him in his shin, but he didn’t even flinch. He just tightened his grip. “Get off of me, you brute!”

“You did good, Van. She surprised me with her reaction time. And there was some serious force behind that elbow,” King said, as if Bianca hadn’t spoken at all. “It seems our pampered little Countess actually has some fight in her.”

Bianca whipped her head around to glare at him. “Fuck you,Quentin. I wish I’d broken your nose.”

“That’s gonna cost you, sweetheart,” King promised with an ominous half-smile. “We’re going to fuck that sass right out of you from both ends. I can’t wait to see that smart mouth of yours stuffed full of dick.”

Bianca growled and thrashed against Daniel’s grip, but it was useless. She was like one of Lilith’s rats. She wouldn’t escape.

Angrily, she sank her teeth into Daniel’s chest, trying to break the skin through his thin cotton shirt. If the move surprised him, he didn’t show it. Instead, he smacked her ass hard enough to leave a mark. Bianca hissed angrily.

“I told you I like pain, babe, so bite all you want,” Daniel drawled. “But since you need to learn a lesson in submission, know that I’ll be paying you back in kind this evening. It’s up to you just how feral I get.”

Bianca bit down harder before releasing him to glare up into his stupid face. “I’m not afraid of you, Daniel.”

“Is that right?” he asked, bringing one big hand up to grip her throat, cutting off her airway. Bianca knew he could easily strangle her, that he could probably break her neck without breaking a sweat. Her stomach clenched as her lungs constricted. “Because you look a little scared, babe. You can hardly breathe, and you’re not even choking on my cock yet.”

Bianca swallowed, the action made difficult with his hand wrapped so tightly around her throat. He was smiling again, but it wasn’t his usual goofy grin. It was something far more sinister. Bianca was suddenly very aware of how sharp his canines were.

“She’s scared alright,” King said against her neck, sniffing loudly and making Bianca jump. She hadn’t heard him come closer. “I can smell it on her, underneath the aroma of her slutty cunt. Our filthy little whore is scared as hell, and that shit turns her on.”

Bianca craned her neck as much as she could in Daniel’s grip, baring and snapping her teeth at King. She didn’t know where this animalistic side had come from, but it felt good to release her anger this way, especially knowing that soon they’d force her into another type of release. One she so desperately craved.

“Jesus, she’s feisty tonight!” Daniel laughed, releasing her throat. Bianca glared at him as she gasped for air. He only laughed harder. “This is going to be fun.”

“Put her down,” King ordered, and Daniel set her on her feet. He spun her to face his pack leader, keeping one arm clinched around her waist. “Pull out her gorgeous tits.”

Bianca glared at King as Daniel pulled down the cups of her bra, exposing her breasts. King stared at them, licking his full lips in a way that made her tremble in anticipation, despite her efforts not to show it. That mouth had been making her come not long ago, and he’d promised she’d be fucked and knotted soon. A fresh rush of slick flooded her panties.

“With all the attitude you’re giving us, I shouldn’t give you the present I bought for you,” King said, moving closer. “But since I plan to enjoy it as much as you will, I’m going to be generous.”

Sandwiched between two big alpha bodies and surrounded by their scents, Bianca’s resistance began to wane. King pinched one of hernipples and she gasped. He smiled, grillz catching the low light in the menacing way she secretly loved.

He pinched her other nipple, then lowered his head to flick his tongue over it. Bianca’s hips bucked. For a few agonizing minutes, he alternated between licking and pinching her nipples until she was panting and writhing in Daniel’s grip. Finally, she felt a sharper pinch right before he pulled away.

“Beautiful. I knew you’d wear them well,” King proclaimed, stepping back to admire his handiwork.

Bianca looked down to see a pair of gold clamps attached to her nipples and connected to one another by a delicate gold chain. Daniel flicked one, and a flash of pain-tinged pleasure jolted through her. She squirmed, trying not to whine.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” King demanded, his brown eyes practically twinkling.

“For gold-plated jewelry?” Bianca scoffed. “Hardly.”

She heard Daniel stifle a snicker. King’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, cocking his head predatorily. “Careful, Countess.”

Bianca was formulating another insult when he suddenly grabbed two handfuls of her leggings…and began to tear them off.

“What are you doing?” she shrieked, trying in vain to wriggle away. “These are cashmere!”

Bianca felt cool air on her hot skin as King ripped the entire left side of her leggings apart before starting on the right. Her inner thighs were slippery when he pulled the damp fabric off. Bianca reddened with humiliation.

“This expensive shit feels like butter and tears like paper,” King declared when he’d finished. “Good choice for today. It’ll be more comfortable for you than what I planned to use.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he’d spun her around, pulled her arms behind her, and was tying her ruined leggings around her wrists. Bianca struggled but Daniel held her still while his pack leader made quick work of her bindings. When he finished, her wrists were secured at her back, and no amount of straining on her part was going to loosen his knots.

“Bring her,” King ordered, turning away and starting down the hall.

To Bianca’s dismay, Daniel slung her over his shoulder and followed. With her wrists bound, there was nothing she could do about it. Squirming too much would only result in a fall, and even though she knew Daniel would catch her, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. So, she hung over his shoulder like an indignant sack of potatoes as he carried her back to the gym.