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“But from the goodness of my heart and to keep him out of the asylum, I’d be happy to send him a reminder to keep his mouth shut.” I grab her hand and press it against the table before holding a knife to her fingers. “What do you think? One of your digits? Or maybe an ear? You know what, better yet, it’d be just as effective to cut off one of his toes and have it delivered to you, wouldn’t it?” I say, putting the knife back in the waist of my trousers.
“I have men all over. I know exactly where your father is right at this very moment. All it would take is a few hours for an order to get to my men in Colderidge.” I smile before pressing my lips against her ear. “I’ll tell you a secret. I really don’t care about the debt. Look around you. Does it look like I need the money?”
I lean away to look at her face, to trace my fingers against her tightened lips. “This is all about a lesson to your father.” I laugh. “If you dare believe it, this is me being merciful. But listen carefully to what I’m telling you. If you push me, Olivia, there’s nothing stopping me from sending an order to have your father killed. It can be done by tomorrow. Is that what you want, Olivia?” I grip the back of her neck. “They don’t call me the beast for nothing. Rest assured, these aren’t empty threats.”
Her lips shake, and her eyes become glassy, but she doesn’t speak. This stubborn mule needs proof. Fine by me.
“Frederick, come in here!” I yell to one of the servants outside the dining room doors. The knob of the door creaks before it’s pushed open. I look into her eyes as she twitches. Her chest heaves, and she gulps.
“Yes, sir.” The white-haired man nods toward me.
I cock my head at Olivia, narrowing my eyes and pulling in my brows at her.
“I’d like to send an order to the men in Colderidge.” I speak to my servant without looking at him.
She sniffles and closes her eyes.
“Yes, sir.” The servant nods again.
She swears before yelling, “Fine!”
She refuses to look at me. Her skin has paled, and her body shivers.
I pretend not to hear her. “I’d like to order the men in Colderidge to…”
“I will do whatever it is you want. Please!” she yells, looking toward me this time, trying her best to make eye contact with me.
Ah, submission. Well, partly.
“Never mind,” I say to the servant, waving him away. “My prisoner has finally come to her senses. An order won’t be necessary.”
“Yes, sir.” He nods before bowing out of the room.
Her breathing has become louder. More rattled. And she clears her throat. “Why should I believe you?” I ask her.
“Let me prove it to you,” she says, moving toward her plate and cutting a huge chunk of meat. Her submission causes my member to throb, and I reach for her hand.
“Oh, you will prove it. Kneel,” I say again. She swallows and nods before falling to the ground.
“Look at me,” I demand, and she raises her head. “I have something else to feed you,” I groan, pulling at the waist of my pants and stepping out of my drawers. The happy brick springs free.
Her mouth falls open, instinctively, and my blood burns through the erect shaft. “If what you say is true, prove it,” I say, standing half bare before her, trying to fight the temptation to stroke myself.
She clears her throat and tries to control her breathing. When she speaks, her voice rasps.
“What am I supposed to do?” she asks, staring at it in wonder. Her tears have dried, interestingly.
I swear beneath my breath. “Well, put it in your mouth.” I wave my hand at it.
She flashes her gaze between me and it several times before biting her lips. “I’d like to do as you’ve asked, but I-I don’t know how. I-I-I don’t think it will fit,” she says, and I leak.
Blood rushes to my tip, shocking my whole body. I reach for her head, gripping the back of it, and she whimpers. “I’ll show you. Open your mouth.”
The sight of her wet, pink tongue causes my balls to throb. “Wider,” I instruct.
The darkness beyond her tongue promises to suck me deeper, and I press into her, shuddering as my tip comes up against her teeth. I should pull her off and reprimand her, but the pain feels justified, somehow. I whimper and pull my eyes open to look down into hers. My body folds into itself as I push past her teeth again. I seek more of the torture against my sensitive tip, but my body begs me to be cautious. I don’t want to lose my manhood. Still, the very idea that she could bite it off in her anger makes it almost impossible to pull away. But I manage, gasping as I leave her mouth, and the soft breeze in the room meets with the wetness against my shaft.
“Wow, you really haven’t done this before.” I chuckle as the words tumble from my mouth, vibrating my body. I grip onto the table, leaning over.
