I lift both of my middle fingers to them as I’m roughly handled up the stairs. Kairo laughs harder, shaking his head before he dips off to the kitchen. Maddox watches until I’m out of sight, and it’s just Roman and me.
“It’s my house!” I call back over the behemoth’s shoulder. “I had to see—”
He delivers another punishing slap, causing me to yelp. “You disobeyed me. If Waylon were still here, he could have fucking hurt you. You need to be taught a lesson, Siren.”
I don’t like how ominous that sounds. Kairo said they all have their own vices, and I have yet to see what Romans are. I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to arise, but it looks like I presented him with a perfect one tonight.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, a little hesitant over his shoulder.
He remains silent, the quiet eating away at my nerves as he carries me into his room. He sets me down on his bed before squatting down in front of me. Those pale eyes sear into me, not a hint of softness to them. “You’re going to sit your little ass right here while I get ready. The only words that come out of your mouth are yes, sir, and no, sir. Do you understand?” I nod, but he grabs my cheeks harshly. “What the fuck did I just say, Rosalie?”
“Yes, sir.” I breathe, my voice muffled.
“Good girl,” He praises before rising. Heat twinges in my lower belly as I watch him pad over to his closet. He reaches in before I hear something that sounds like metal clanging together, before he pulls out…
A cage.
He pulls out a fucking cage.
It looks custom-made, with black bars evenly spaced, wide enough for a hand to fit through, but not so wide that someone can squeeze out of it. It’s larger than any dog kennel I’ve ever seen, and it makes my pulse slam.
My eyes widen. “I’m not—”
He whips around, stomping towards me. “Don’t test me further.” He threatens before hoisting me up and grabbing the bottom of my sports bra. He yanks it off of me, baring my nipples to the cool air before shoving my bike shorts down. “Now, you can either crawl in there like the obedient girl I know you want to be, or I can put you in myself like the brat you are.”
In my research, I’ve discovered a few terms I wasn’t entirely familiar with. Brat is one of those.
While it’s fun to listen and be praised, I prefer to make them work for my attention. Rage-baiting Roman is the best part. So, yeah, I’m pretty sure that I’m a brat.
I cross my arms over my chest, giving him a challenging look. “I don’t want to go in there.”
His jaw works. “I’m giving you the chance to make the right choice, Siren.”
I shrug. “I am making the right choice. I don’t have to listen to you.”
I’m poking the bear, and it’s giving me quite the thrill. Seeing the thin thread of patience fray in him is like pure victory. Truthfully, I don’t want to always be showered with soft touches. I’ve discovered that I enjoy rough treatment in the bedroom, and that’s exactly what I’m going to get. One way or another.
He nods before scooping me up, and my arms flail to hold onto him. My surprise is short-lived as he shoves me into the cage, and I’m forced to crouch down, naked and kneeling, like a fucking dog. There’s a blanket beneath my knees, but it doesn’t help to cushion me.
Roman locks the door behind me, sliding the metal bar into place before he pulls up the rolling chair from his desk and sits before me. He looks down at me like a god, his hard features sharp with disapproval. “When you listen to me, I’ll let you out. Until then, I think it’s time you learned a good lesson. Lie on your back and spread those pretty legs for me.”
My thighs are already slick with my arousal, but I don’t make any moves to listen. I only stare at Roman, trying to keep my smile contained as he tilts his head.
“You’re making your punishment worse, Siren.”
“This is a punishment?” I chuckle. “Oh, I thought you were joking. Seems a little weak, if you ask me.”
He doesn’t fall for my goading as he rises above me. He wedges his hands easily between the bars of the cage before pushing me onto my back and ripping my thighs apart. He slaps over the red welt forming on my right ass cheek, causing me to hiss as the heated ache spreads.
“That fucking mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble,” He growls before pulling a toy out of a bag next to the cage. It’s long, thick, and purple wrapped silicone with a hook near the base. I’ve seen sex toys like it before. It’s meant for penetration and to stimulate the clit.
I squirm a little as he presses a hand to my chest. He keeps me held down as he spits onto the toy to lubricate it.
“If you can take this without talking back, then I’ll give you the real thing.” He decides. “You have to earn my cock, Siren. Show me how well you can handle a toy, and I’ll give you what you want.”
He nudges my entrance with the head before slowly pumping his hand. He works the toy into me, my own juices lubricating it further as I whimper. Once he sinks it fully into me, he sits back in his chair and produces a remote from the bag. He flips a switch, and I suck in a breath at the vibration over my clit, but it isn’t the only stimulation. The toy itself is moving inside of me, causing enough friction to have me panting as my thighs try to close.
Roman reaches through the cage, forcing my legs apart. “Am I going to have to tie you up?”
