<I told him to take care of his eyes because they are the only balls he has>

|Jadesola|

SLIGHT TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD.

Tuesday, June 29, 2021

THWACK! MY palm collided with his right cheek, the intensity of the slap resounding in the room.

Kian merely grinned–a sadistic curl of his lips— and rubbed the affected area, blooming of red. Glancing at the imprint of my fingers on his abominable face, I couldn't help the rush of diabolic pleasure that charged through me.

Yes, he deserved the slap and more. I was not a tad repentant about that bit. For the sickening way he'd played with my emotions, every fucking thing he'd said and done, a caricature just to sleep with me, he was meant to be whipped.

He bared his teeth, canine glinting, reminding me of a big bad wolf who'd just cornered his prey. "Feisty, I like. Although, I never knew you were into BDSM."

I balled my fists, volts of rage whizzing past my veins in violent spurts. His devil-may-care attitude, that wasn't what I aimed for. I ached for him to suffer, crush that nonchalant air he had on him to the dust.

Frustrated, I raised my hand again to strike his cheek, fiercer this time.

But he was quick to block the blow, the jeer on his face withering away, his tone clipped and dangerous, "I think one is quite enough, my little dominatrix."

Before I could react, he whirled me around to face the mirror, enclosing his arms over my shoulders. Our reflection stared at me, his naked body, filling my vision.

Blessed with the figure of a Greek god, Kian was pure perfection, a reluctant part of me noted. Right from his gorgeous face, sculpted chest to thick powerful thighs that hemmed me close to his person, his rosemary cologne teasing my sensitive nostrils. And he knew it in the way he wrapped a possessive hand around my neck. Brutal. Dominating. As if I belonged to him. His property to do as he wished and when used, discarded.

Like common trash.

The frightening thought dug a deep hole in my heart, a slight shiver racking my body. Regardless of the danger that rested in those fingers tight against my skin, I didn't struggle, my body highly attuned to the tightly coiled fury surging through his frame.

Like mother always said, play dead when in times of trouble. And right now, I was in peril's menacing embrace.

"Tell me," he murmured in my ear, voice soft and as silky as velvet, the calm before the storm, "Did that slap please you? Help you cool down your temper? It's fine when women hit men but if the tables are turned, guess who bites the dust? The poor men."

I kept mute, a great vast of emotions churning within my rolling stomach. Disgust. Rage. Humiliation. What was I doing? I'd given in, let him touch me, slake his desire on my body and the worst truth of it all was, I hadn't complained. Rather, I'd been inviting, craving for his touch and even now, my aching nipples hardened, his alluring proximity stealing the air from me.

Damn you, Jadesola.

"Gone so quiet, I see. Where's the spunk you're always so quick to show me? Your fire? Snuffed out? Perhaps that's because you're afraid?" His voice turned hard, his thumb digging into the crook of my arched neck. "And you should be, because not only are you going to pay for that hit, you're also going to show me how much of an experienced cock sucker you are."

All thoughts of my mother's warning fled, thinning out and I snapped harshly, glaring daggers at his arrogant image, "Lay a finger on me and watch me drag your ass to court."

"And the tiger's back." He laughed, a dark rumble that had his chest vibrating, jarring my nerves, "If we're to sue each other, we both know who'll be convicted first, so I'll pass on that. And don't worry, you're going to love every part of it when I lay my finger on you."

My chest heaved, rising up and down, my brows drawn together in a murderous frown. His eyes only darkened, hostility and lust burning bright in those azure depths. Then, tipping my neck up, he lowered his head and crashed his lips on mine. Again.

I jolted my lips shut, reluctant to let him gain control over me. Growling at my disobedience, he nipped my bottom lip hard and I yelped. Gaining access, he began mauling, spearing my mouth with a punishing tongue that tasted of whiskey.

Despite the viciousness of his kiss, my toes curled, my resolve crumbling into dust at the ferocity with which he'd kissed me.

Then he lifted those sensuous lips of his.

"I didn't know you were such a slut." A cynical grin crossed his harsh face, spicy breath fanning my cheeks. "Just look at how you're a quivering mess. If I should check your pussy now, I'll find you wet, all aching and dripping for me."

I stiffened. The nerve, the fucking nerve of this conceited, asshole!

Incensed at his degrading words, I twisted my upper body, flailing and writhing but his arm, a band of refined steel, wouldn't budge. They bound me tightly.

"Quit struggling." His right hand went south as he nibbled my ear, hard cock poking at my ass. "It's making me want to force myself on you."

"Leave me alone, you disgusting bastard!"

"Alone? Not until I've behaved like a rapist bastard. After all, wasn't that your terms for me, hmm?" He squeezed my ass hard, jerking me close to his dick.

Rapist bastard. Jesus Christ of Nazareth. Was he going to really have his way with me? Even though I was still on my period?

Fear clouded my expression, goose pimples budding on my lower arms. Why, oh, why had I said the wrong things to him? Yes, my outburst was essential but deep down, half of what I'd mentioned, I was well aware that they were a big, fat, fucking lie. I'd been childish, itching to save face and my hurting pride. And right now, while that vile threat hung in the air between us, I had a hunch, a very bad feeling, that I should've zipped my lips.

Desperate, I nudged my elbow at his left ribs, and missed.

Kian fixed a piercing look at my trembling form, still exploring my backside at his leisure. "I'm going to watch you take back your words. Starting by sucking me off."

He yanked me forward, away from the mirror and towards the bed. Then he pushed me down roughly, the tiled floor rushing to meet my body until I spread my palms outwards to halt my fall.

I stayed put in that crouched position, on my knees like a damned beggar. Trepidation made me swallow hard. At that moment, I had never hated a human being more than I hated him. Even my resentment for Amir wasn't even close to the boiling, seething mass of intense hatred I possessed towards his despicable being.

I raised my head up.

He'd sat down, the bed dipping beneath his weight. Riled to the bone, I steered my gaze away from his swollen, protruding cock.

"Make me cum, Jadesola. It's the least you can do after being so selfish."

My nails dug into the soft flesh of my palms and I spat in his direction, making sure that my disgust for him was evident, "If you think I'm going to suck your 1 inch dick, then you're sick."

Fire shone in his eyes and he tsked, clicking his tongue, "You fascinate me. Even under duress, with no fucking choice whatsoever, you're still fighting. Don't you ever learn? There's no use fighting me. It's either you swallow my cock in your mouth or you lose the contract."

What did he just say?!

Adrenaline pumped through my veins, blood simmering, "You wouldn't dare! The contract has been signed already and there's no way you can go back on your words."

Regarding me through hooded eyes, he arched an arrogant brow, "Is that what your deluded mind thinks? Well, to make things clearer for you, I was aware something as bad as this would happen. That was why I was more prepared than you are. The day we were to sign the contract officially, I brought my lawyer and he changed a few things."

A dirty smirk followed this statement, his stance reeking of pleasure.

He boded further, "Of course, I told dearest Chloe not to inform you about it or the deal was off. That said, the law states that you sold yourself to me. Every fucking thing about you, including your body is mine."

Triumph shone in his eyes. He had me right where he wanted. God punish him.

My knees shook. The ache weighed me down, at a loss. I'd thought I knew true fear but this, this, was the height of it all. Was this what I'd been reduced to? A sex slave? A million questions ran rampant in my head.

"Now, be a good girl and suck my cock. Be very good. Your job, casino and everything you own depends on how well you pleasure me."

I made no move, frozen to the spot. Unseeing, I bit my lips hard, at a loss at what to say or do.

Impatient, Kian pulled me towards him, jerking my chin to look at him. "Why are you acting so shy? It's not like you haven't done this before. Tell me, you do know how to suck a cock, don't you?"

No. But I wasn't going to tell him that.

"I do, just not yours," I gritted out, teeth clenched.

"You're such a tease." He chuckled, darkly and traced an abrasive thumb along the rim of my trembling lips, drawing lazy circles. His other hand caressed his erect cock, a monster cock that was rigged with veins, pre-cum glistening at its blunt tip. His balls hung heavy, the musky scent of him swirling between us.

I expected my stomach to roll at the sight of him, but my greedy eyes swallowed him up. Again, I loathed my body, hating the hormones that wrecked my mode of sensible reasoning.

Catching myself, I hissed, "If you come any close, I'll rip your balls off and feed them to you. After. I've reported your despicable act to the police."

His thumb left my lips to intertwine within the curls of my hair. "No one will believe your words over mine. Have you forgotten that you're just a black woman and I, a white man with so much more power than yours?"

He was right but I wouldn't grant him that satisfaction. "Fuck you!"

"Gladly."

Without mercy, Kian stripped my robe off and grabbed my breasts, his fingers latched onto them, kneading roughly. Pain and pleasure shot down my spine.

Lips parted open, I screwed my eyes shut, unwilling to bear witness to the havoc he wrecked on me. The cruel glint present in his eyes.

Earlier, he'd asked why I hardly wore underwear. The metal studs were why. The modeling agency I worked for had requested it, so I'd gone ahead. And rue that decision I had.

Days like this, especially with the brutal way he twisted my nipples, made me wish I hadn't pierced them. They were sensitive, verging on the edge of soreness and each time he rolled them in his coarse palms, my traitor body wished for a moan to escape but I clenched my teeth tight, a fierce burn pooling in the pit of my stomach.

So good and at the same time, so bad.

I pried my eyes open, biting back a groan as I pounded at his unyielding chest. "Stop it, Kian." You're hurting me.

"Don't call me Kian. You've lost that privilege. It's master to you. Now beg using the right word," he snarled, squeezing my breasts harder, continuing in his unrelenting torture.

Even though I doubted that he would heed me, I still cried, frame quavering, "Please, master."

Tears of anger and frustration lined my eyes. But I would die before I let them fall.

"Only because you asked."

His demanding hands withdrew and I gulped, a lump of stone lodged in my throat. Wrapping trembling arms around my naked chest, I slid a watery gaze to the ground. Malicious thoughts, disturbing images where I used a knife to hack off his dick, so vivid and clear, overwhelmed me.

He tilted my head, a predatory smolder glimmering in his azure eyes, a wolfish grin fashioned on his full lips, "Is that tears I see, Jadesola? And I thought you were strong. You look so pretty when you cry though. Seeing you like this, crying and on your knees, it fucking turns me on."

Werey.

Hasty, I set my countenance to one of defiance, steel in my gaze. There, I would show him that I, Jadesola, never ever bowed to anyone. "That's where you're wrong. The reason why there are tears in my eyes is because of your pathetic dick."

I pointed a mocking finger at his cock and laughed, taunting, "When I saw yours, I couldn't help the tears of laughter that filled my eyes. I mean, is this what you want me to put my mouth on? I've seen better cocks than yours, Kian."

Kian clutched the nape of my neck, palm digging into my skin, certain to leave bruises. A tick grew on his jaw. "Shut. The. Fucking. Hell. Up. And. Fuck. My. Dick. With. Your. Mouth."

Shit, I might have worsened things.

The brave front I'd conjured shattered, terror taking its place. I made no move. I knew Kian was ruthless but I had never seen this side of him. The evil, unfeeling part of him. My stomach dipped, hating the precarious situation I was in.

"Do it," he muttered, fierce, savage. "Now."

Hands wobbling, I reached out to cradle his dick in my sweaty palms. His chest heaved, a deep grunt of pleasure escaping him, eyes closed.

Then I began stroking, up and down. The skin of his cock was velvety to touch, the lengthened rod, stiffening in my palm.

"Damn, you're good."

Fresh tears pricked at my eyes. To stop them from falling, I gazed at him, the monster who delighted in my downfall. Staring at him heightened the abhorrence I nursed for him.

Bile rose in my throat, my nipples pebbled, at par with the rioting feeling coursing through my body. Anger sat deep in my heart. Me, a high class woman, the daughter of one of the richest people in Africa, was on her knees, at the mercy of a billionaire, between his legs about to suck him off?

"Fuck, I need your mouth on me." His eyes were not closed anymore. They glinted with a hard, unholy, light. Daring me to refute his command. Ruining my life if I dared.

For the casino. The casino.

Bracing myself, I lowered my lips to encircle my lips around him and–

"You know what?" In a swift move, he pulled me to his lap, cock straining against my bare belly.

What? I tensed, body pitched to fight and flee mode. I was done being submissive. All it took was just one move, one fucking move from him and I swear to God, one of us was heading to jail this morning.

Omo ale jati jati.

A/N: PHEW. Done. Yes, yes, yes, I changed the title of my book. The old title, Daredevil wasn't. . . it, I guess. What dyu think of this recent one, On His Terms? Considering the fact that this book revolves around that damed contract, Jade being Kian's p.a and Kian's dominant personality, I'll say it fits perfectly. Your thoughts? And btw, I designed the awesome cover myself. *wink, wink*

I know that a lot of you might hate Kian, lol. Well, I don't. Yet, lmao. *hides face between her hands.* Yes, I'm aware he's a rotten bastard. A sick fucker. What he did was wrong. If this chapter didn't sit well with you, I'm sorry. Like I said earlier, it's dark romance and all. Please, I hope I haven't scared you, my lovely readers, away. I promise, the next chapter will be much more better. *cries in rains of milk and honey.*

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Love,
Nita.