Rough by Sara Fields (ereader iphone txt) 📕

I shivered with anxious fear. As much as I knew that he wouldn’t truly hurt me, he needed to show the royal guest and Neegan that he was willing to punish me as hard as necessary. My capture had forced it.

Whatever came next was going to be painful. I had to prepare myself for anything in order to keep the both of us safe. With a shaky breath, I climbed to my feet.

“Do your worst, King Magnar,” I spat.

He smiled viciously in my direction.

“I plan to, omega. Know that both myself and my guests are going to enjoy every last second of it,” he growled savagely. My core cramped down hard, and a rush of slick dripped down my thighs. I doubled over with pain and when it was finally over, I lifted my head to see that his grin had only grown wider. I faltered just the slightest bit and the door attendants shuffled over to me. One of them roughly grabbed my upper arm, likely bruising me with his fingers. The other took my wrists and began to wrap them with a piece of cloth behind my back. I fought, but it wasn’t long before I was bound and captive before my king.

The bond pulsed between us. His alpha surged forward, and my omega preened with anxious arousal. Neegan watched the interplay between us closely and I grinned, sliding my eyes from the king to him.

What if I could use this opportunity to make Neegan think I was his ally? Would he tell me more about his plans for Magnar if he thought I was on his side?

I snarled in Magnar’s direction.

A plan began to formulate in my mind, and I jumped into it wholeheartedly. To everyone watching, it would appear that I hated the king and to Neegan, I would make him think that I wanted him that much more.

“What were you looking for in Neegan’s study, omega?” Magnar growled.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I replied coyly.

“I would. You’re going to tell me,” he roared.

“Fuck you,” I snarled. His eyes narrowed slightly, sliding from Neegan back to me. Neegan looked at me with a peculiar curiosity, but he said nothing. Magnar cocked his head and I could feel his confusion. I didn’t do anything to alleviate it because I knew that he’d figure out my plot soon enough.

He strode over to me with purpose and swung his hand around to grasp the back of my neck. Roughly, he forced me to the table. Without pause, he bent me over it. He didn’t remove the hand from the back of my neck when he gripped the neckline of my dress and tore it straight down, exposing my back in one terrible motion.

He flayed the fabric as if it was simply paper. With my hands bound behind my back, I couldn’t push myself up. I tried to twist, but his palm on my neck prevented me from doing much at all. There was no way for me to gain any leverage like this.

I lifted my eyes as much as I could, getting a good look at those sitting at the table. There were a number of faces that I didn’t recognize. At the other end directly across from me was a man dressed in elegant finery. Burgundy and gold twisted together to make a luxurious overcoat that surrounded his shoulders and made him appear larger than life. His eyes met mine and I blushed hard, knowing that he was likely seeing the bareness of my back and the upper curves of my bottom cheeks.

“I can see that I’ve been too gentle with you, omega,” Magnar growled.

“Fuck off, my king,” I pushed. If I wanted Neegan to believe me, I had to go all in. I was going to act the part of dissatisfied woman the best I could even though it wasn’t even remotely true.

Casually, he tightened his fingers around my neck, and he lifted me up, tearing away the remaining tatters of my dress without a care. I watched him from the side of my eye as he reached into his pocket and casually laid two gold items on the table right in front of me. Roughly, he grasped my left nipple and pinched it hard. I couldn’t squirm away as he twisted it cruelly and a whimper escaped my throat, which only fueled him to punish it even more firmly.

“There’s so much of this body that has yet to feel what a true punishment entails and that’s going to change today,” he said darkly. I would have shivered with fear, but he twisted my nipple brutally hard and aching pain blossomed across my chest, capturing my focus entirely. When he finally released it, I breathed a sigh of relief. I tensed when he reached for the small gold thing on the table. Quickly, he squeezed it and placed it straight over my chastised nipple. At once, sharp teeth bit into my tender bud. I cried out as those harsh points clamped down on my nipple, radiating agony like no other across the entirety of my breast. I shivered hard and then he pinched my right side just as roughly.

He repeated the motion with my other breast. It was worse this time because I knew what was coming and I could do nothing to stop it. Once the second clamp was in place, Magnar slapped each one, causing a fresh wave of agony to sear across my sensitive breasts. He slapped them several more times and I couldn’t help but cry out each time. I glared at him in an open challenge, even as my pussy was clenching with need at his rough treatment.

He didn’t say a word as he bent me back over the table, holding me down with a firm hand in the middle of my back. The pressure of the wooden table against my nipples was almost too much. I gritted my teeth