KILLIAN
“Are you going to punish me now, sir?” Heather asks, her eyes filled with want and I nod.
“I am, but first you’ll explain to my brothers that this is something you need.”
She stares at Carter and then Knox, her worry of their acceptance is visible as she speaks low with unshed tears in her eyes.
“I want this, but I’m not sure why. It’s a relief—I can’t explain it but it helps. It numbs the pain even if it’s brief-“
Heather takes a shaky breath as she stares at the floor as if she’s too ashamed to look at them.
“I need it.”
Carter moves closer to her and places his palm under her chin gently lifting her head until her eyes are on his.
“What are our rules?”
Her gaze stays on him, breaths slightly heavier as she answers his question.
“Only the three of you. Never anybody else.”
He clicks his tongue, admonishing her.
“There’s one more important rule, Little Heathen. No shame. If you want something from us, you take it. No explanation required. Do you understand me?”
We all know that her upbringing was filled with shame. While it’s understandable for her to struggle with it, we want to break her free from the guilt.
When Carter releases her, Knox pulls her into his arms.
“You don’t own the shame, Tesoro. Do not claim what is not rightfully yours.”
Heather holds her head high, stares at me, her eyes demanding and confident. Humans are never singularly faceted. She is no different from anyone else, Heather has many sides, but this is my fucking favorite.
“I’m ready for my punishment, Killian. I want you to take your belt to my ass.”
We both know this isn’t truly a punishment but a desire to own the pain. This is her choice, she controls it.
“Go to the bedroom. Remove your clothing and kneel. You will wait for me, obediently. Remember your safe word. You will probably need it.”
Knox releases her, and she immediately walks to the bedroom.
I pour myself a drink and take a seat at the kitchen table.
“Are you not going in there?” Knox asks and I lift my gaze to his.
“Of course I am. Waiting will piss her off.”
As much as I enjoy her obedience, her anger is fucking intoxicating.
Knox shakes his head as he chuckles low.
“You’re fucked up, brother.”
I shrug my shoulders and toss back the remnants of my drink.
“I know. You should try it, Knox. Fucked up is more fun.”
Both of my brothers laugh as I set my glass in the sink and walk to the bedroom to find Heather exactly as I want her—on her knees with a pretty little scowl on her face.