I place a knee on the bed and stretch out alongside her. I want her naked, but I’ll do that tonight. For now, I just need one part of her naked. I move my hand along her thigh, smiling at how she jumps under my touch. I slowly move my hand up to capture her ass and massage one of the cheeks, loving the way the juicy flesh rolls in my hand.
“Sabre, don’t hurt me…”
You can tell she’s full of fear and her voice betrays her unshed tears and physical strain. That shouldn’t turn me the fuck on, but it does. I reach and pull the clasp out of her hair and smile as the white gold falls over her back and onto the silky cover we’re lying on. I pull her hair, not like I want to—not like I will. I apply just enough pressure so she can feel the sting and then I move it away from her ear.
“I’ll never hurt you, Annie. In fact, if you ever feel like I am, all you have to say to get me to stop is ketchup.”
“Ketchup?” She asks, her voice small.
“That’s it, but you can only use that word if you think I’m actually going to hurt you. Using it any other time? That will cause problems. Do you understand, Annie?”
“Yes…” her voice squeaks out. It might be because my hand has moved under her pants now. She’s so soft and warm, and I hate the panties she has on, even without looking at them.
“Now, what’s your safe word?”
“Ketchup?” she asks, and I can’t stop the grin that spreads on my face.
“That’s it. Now, Annie, did you know that what you just did in front of my men was disrespectful?”
“What? How? You were hurting Torch, and I…”
I sigh heavily, sounding upset. In truth, I’m enjoying the hell out of this. Sweet Annie is going to be fun to teach.
I pull away from her. I take my forgotten knife and place it on her pants, using my hand to pull it away from her body and provide tension. Then I slide down the leg, easily separating the cloth.
“Ketchup!” Annie cries out and I sigh, this time I am annoyed. I ignore her and do the other sides of her pants the same way. “Ketchup!” She screams louder. I push the torn article down to her knees. She’s wearing cotton briefs, plain white. If I were going to allow her to wear panties, this would be disappointing. I quickly cut into the side of them and roughly pull on them so they completely leave her body. Then, I throw them to the floor and admire what is mine. “Ketchup!” She screams again, and this time I decide I can’t ignore her anymore.
“Annie, did you really think I was going to hurt you?” I ask her, my voice full of regret and disappointment.
“You destroyed my clothes!” She says and her voice is wobbly, but I also hear a thread of anger. Interesting.
“What did I tell you, Annie?”
“To say ketchup and you’d stop. But I did and you didn’t, and I don’t think…”
She’s rambling and the further she goes, I don’t hear fear in her at all. At. All. I hear anger and maybe a touch of excitement. So, I stop her tirade by sliding my hand against the opening of her pussy, not pushing my fingers in but applying pressure. She stops talking, and I think she stops breathing. Again, I’m smiling. Son of a bitch.
“Did the knife touch you, sweet Annie?”
“Knife?” She pants.
“Did it touch you?”
“N…n…n...no.”
“Repeat after me, Annie. Sabre will…”
“Sabre will,” she repeats.
“Not hurt me,” I finish.
“Not hurt me.”
I kiss her lower back in reward for being such a good girl. I then decide she needs a little more incentive and slide the tips of my fingers into her wet pussy. It takes all of my willpower to not slide into her further, to stretch her opening with my fingers and ready her for my cock. I don’t. That’s not in the plan right now
“Good girl. You’re mine now, do you understand that, Annie?”
“I…we just met…”
I take my hand from her pussy and smack her ass hard. “You’re mine now. Say it.”
“Ow! Sabre!” I spank her again. When she doesn’t answer again, I spank yet another time. And another. Another and finally another, her ass is red with my handprint. She’s still not saying anything. More importantly, she has yet to say her safe word. She’s also arcing her ass up to meet my hand, silently begging for more. I pet her beautiful, pink ass and wait. I need the words. It’s silent for a few minutes, except for her ragged breath. I’m about to give up hope she will give me what I want. Then she speaks, “I’m yours.”
Chapter 6