Oath of Sacrifice (Deviant Doms 4)

I head upstairs to grab my jammies. Natalia’s obviously already raided her drawer, and I would hazard a guess that she’s wearing the mermaid jammies with the iridescent tail. I fold the clothes that are strewn over her bed and pile them into her drawer, when I hear the door creak open.

Santo shadows the doorway, eyeing me thoughtfully. “Should bring down that big blanket,” he says. “You know, that huge one Natalia likes to snuggle under.”

I give him a wary look. If he thinks he’s gonna get frisky right there under the noses of the entire family…

“What?” he asks innocently. “Cut me some slack, Rosa.”

“Oh, right, like that’ll happen.” I give him another wary look. “You have that look in your eyes.”

“What look?”

The door shuts behind him, and a second later I hear footsteps.

Dammit. We’re getting too familiar, too lax. We have to remember what’s at stake.

“That look that’s nothing short of predatory,” I hiss.

He stalks over to me. “Do you blame me?” When he reaches me, he threads his hands around my waist. “I’ve got the most gorgeous woman in the world here.” God, I love the heavy weight of his hands on my body, the warmth of his touch seeping straight through my clothes. I love the sturdy bulk of him, the surety and size. I love knowing that when he’s with me, I’m safe.

The past few days have felt… almost normal. If anyone suspects anything, they haven’t said a word.

I doubt that they have.

Or maybe I’m just fooling myself.

He leans over and nibbles my earlobe. “Wear the pajamas you have with the little hearts on them.”

I wear bulky, oversized pajamas to bed when I’m here. I have no reason to wear anything else.

“Those are huge. I practically have to hike them up over my ass.”

His grin widens. “Exactly.”

I groan. “And if I don’t? Jesus, I swear you men think with nothing but your dicks.”

“If you don’t, I’ll do this,” he says. He sits down heavily and jerks me across his knee, raises his palm—

“Hey! Santo!” I hiss, wriggling out of his grip before he can whack my ass for all to hear.

“Rosa,” he whispers back. “Thirty seconds.”

I roll my eyes, and he shakes his head with a waving motion toward the air. I quickly change into the pjs and join him in the other room. I halt when I see a black bag sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What’s that?”

“Your toy.”

My… toy.

I knew I’d only seen the barest hint of Santo’s kinky side.

“What toy?”

He pats his leg in response but doesn’t say a thing.

I glance at the little clock on the bedside table to note the time. “Marialena’s expecting us in a few minutes…”

“I don’t need more than a few minutes.”

Oh, boy.

He slides me onto his lap, then gently pushes me over one knee. I brace for a spanking even though there’s no warning, but none comes. I squirm, waiting for him, when I feel him fumbling in the bag. He takes something out, squeezes it onto his hand, then slowly lowers my pj bottoms.

My breath is coming in ragged gasps, and I squirm waiting for what he’s doing. I know he likes control.

I like giving it.

I know he likes to command.

I like to be commanded.

I know he likes to dominate.

I love to submit.

Only to Santo. My Santo.

I close my eyes when he caresses my bare ass and kneads one cheek, then the other. I squirm as he parts my legs and warm liquid pools between my ass cheeks. I try to look over my shoulder but can’t see anything. I whimper when his fingers slide through the liquid, easing my cheeks apart. It feels so wrong, yet arousal pulses through me like wildfire at the taboo touch of his fingers. Parting me. Squeezing me.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispers in my ear. I draw in a breath, and as I let it out, his finger slides past the ring of muscle.

Oh, fuck. I’m deliciously aroused and can hardly breathe, but when he pinches my ass with another reminder to breathe again, I draw in a ragged breath. Even though he’s fingering my ass, my pussy throbs, slick arousal coating me just from the way he touches me.

“You’ll wear these jammies and this plug,” he says. For one crazy minute I think he’s talking about his fingers, but then cold metal grazes my ass and replaces his fingers. I feel so full, I gasp. My breath is frozen in my throat.

“What. Is. That?” I whisper.

“Pretty little jeweled plug, to remind you who this ass belongs to.”

“I don’t remember you claiming it,” I toss back at him. Pushing him. Maybe even goading him a little. I lose my mind at the thought of him fucking me like this, in the most vulnerable way possible.

His hand claps down so hard my back arches. It feels…different when he’s plugged me.