“Sophie, say one more fucking word and you will regret it.” He kicks open a door, and carries me through it.
I shriek. “Vin!”
“I warned you.”
36
VIN
She’s still talking.
I have her inside the room now, the door kicked shut behind us, separating us from the 200+ people at the end of the hall, my father’s body, the responsibilities of my new life.
I set her down, and she immediately takes a step back, smoothing her dress. Her voice is a low hiss, measured but barely controlled.
“This is completely inappropriate, Vin. You need to consider what message this sends to everyone out there, your father’s associates, the Irish, people who are watching everything you do today—”
I grip the back of her neck, and cover her mouth with my hand. She goes still.
“I will listen to everything you have to say when I’m done fucking you, princess,” I say against her ear, quiet and flat.
She pulls at my wrist with both hands, eyes blazing, and mumble screams something that sounds like “let me go.”
I don’t.
“Until then, I’m going to follow through on my promise.” She looks confused and I chuckle. “I told you you’d regret it if you didn’t stop talking.”
I move my hand and she sucks in a breath, already opening her mouth again. I slide the folded pocket square out my jacket breast pocket, smirking to think of her picking it out not knowing what I’d use it for. I shove it in her mouth before she can speak.
Her eyes go wide.
“You need to be reminded who you belong to, Sophia.”
She makes a sound into the gag, half outrage and half frustration, and I walk her backward until the back of her thighs hit the edge of a heavy oak table. She falls back on the table, catching herself with her hands. Before she can stand, I knock her hands out from under her, forcing her to lie back on the table, and flip her over.
She squeals but I know her. She’s fucking loving every minute of this. I flick the hem of her dress up over her ass and groan. She’s wearing some of the lingerie I sent over, including a thong.She never wears thongs and her ass is a fucking shrine to be worshiped in its lacy frame.
I lean down and sink my teeth into her flesh, biting down until she screams into her gag. When I know there are marks deep enough to last for days, I stand and unbuckle my belt.
“Your favorite sound, princess.” I yank the leather belt out of the belt loops with a whirring sound that has her whimpering. “Brace yourself. You get four strikes for disobeying me.”
The belt lands across her flesh leaving a red mark almost as dark as her lace thong. I suck in a breath. Fuck, I missed this.
I land the belt on her a second time, and she squeaks, trying to look at me over her shoulder. “Good girl. Eyes on me.”
The belt hits her a third time and she jumps. Chewing on her gag, her eyes watering, she waits for the final strike. I grin.
“You want this, Sophia?” She doesn’t move at first but finally, almost imperceptibly, she gives me the tiniest nod. “Show me. Show me how bad you want it.”
She closes her eyes a minute, then shifts her feet wider apart, spreading her legs. I let out a low whistle. “Your pussy is so wet, you’ve soaked your little thong, princess. You’ve definitely earned this.”
I land the belt on her ass a final time, the white marks turning red and puffing into welts. Her knees falter, no longer holding her up.
Grabbing her hands, I lace my fingers through hers and pin her hands behind her back. She writhes beneath me as my phonebuzzes in my jacket pocket.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” I say quietly, unzipping and pulling out my cock then bending over her back so she can hear only me. “The only thing I want to hear from you is ‘Yes, Sir.’ That’s it. That’s all you’re allowed. Nod if you understand me.”
She pauses, and I can see her working through her options. Then, slowly, she nods.
