The Billionaire Guardian's Oath

Chapter 7

“To give you what you want.”

Wait. What?!”

She wanted to look up; he held her face, positioning it to the dark wall before her.

"Eyes on the wall. Under no circumstances should you look away."

A beep followed, and the wall lifted slowly, a mechanical groan filling the silence. Kyla’s chest tightened as the hidden room revealed itself.

Red light. Dark walls. A woman at the center was bound, kneeling in front of a man that circled her like a predator. His hand brushed her cheek before gripping her chin, tilting her face up to him.

Kyla’s stomach dropped.

She should look away. She couldn’t.

The man said something she couldn't hear. The woman lowered her gaze. Not an ounce of resistance, just… surrender. She shivered when he touched her. It wasn’t fear. It was wanted.

Kyla’s mouth went dry.

“What—what are they doing?” she whispered.

“When it comes to flavor, everyone has their own preference—meals, wine, ice cream, diet. The same goes for s****l desires. They call them kinks. Some are soft, some hard. Some are crazy, painful… even sick.” His voice dropped lower. “And some… deadly.”

She paused and jolted violently at the last word. She wanted to look at him, but his voice stopped her.

“Eyes on the wall, Wildling.”

She obeyed, swallowing the bile that rose in her throat. Then she wonders what kind she could have.

“Here is where they explore them,” he continued. His fingers now trailing her neck, sending tingles over her. “And that... before you is a dominant and submissive relationship.”

"Relationship?"

He hummed.

His fingers were now at her collarbones, trailing down to the middle of her chest. The view before her faded, leaving her hyperaware of his touch and the electricity it sent through her body. The painful clench at the apex of her leg. The n*****s painfully erected beneath the fabric of her dress. The arousal that bubbled in her stomach.

“The submissive stay good and do whatever the dominant wants. “It’s all about trust.” His breath was on her neck, and she was tempted to tilt her head for more.

“And… what if she… doesn’t obey him?” She could barely hear or recognize her voice.

"She gets punished.”

She swallowed. “How?”

Just in time, the man in view spanked the woman's ass. Her mouth parted to the limit. Her back arched as her body tensed. Then she bit her lips, as if feeling pain and pleasure at the same time.

“That is how they get punished. Sometimes it could be other things.”

"What other things?"

She gasped as his hand clamped the hem of her dress. She wanted to look but couldn’t. Why? Why was she stuck in the loop of his command?

Oh God, she couldn't breathe.

Then she forced her eyes away, flicking them down to his veiny hand dangerously close to where she ached the most.

A whimper burst through her lips as he stopped. Ending the heat, she was beginning to crave more. She wanted to pull that hand back, but the cuff made her almost groan.

"They take what they desire in their vulnerable state, leaving frustrated."

Why did she understand what he just said? Was it because he literally just demonstrated it just now?

She was indeed frustrated.

He came in front of her. Her eyes settled on his lips as his hands went behind her. A click echoed.

"This is not your world." The cuff fell from her wrist. He straightened. "You don't belong here."

As he walked away, Kyla's chest heaved as if she'd run a mile. His words still lingered in her head, in her skin. Everywhere.

Then it hit her.

She didn't flinch at his touch.

It was the same on the night he had defended her.

"Then... teach me?" She flicked her gaze to the man gulping another glass of wine.

"Get your ass up; we are leaving."

"Be my dominant!" She exclaimed before he could take a step. Glancing over his shoulder, he raised a brow like she had lost her mind.

Maybe she has.

"I... didn't flinch at your... touch."

Something flickered in his eyes. Primal. Raw. But they disappeared immediately.

"You can't even follow simple instructions..."

"I..." Her lips paused, words freezing at her throat.

"You have no idea what you're asking. I can't give you what you want," he mumbled, beginning to leave.

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He led her out, hand clamped around her wrist. Her legs tried to keep up, but it seems he was still upset with what happened.

As they got out through the back of the club, the world froze when she sighted someone familiar.

His eyes were buried on his phone before flicking to them.

Jayden straightened up. His eyes moved between her, Carlos, and the club behind them.

Betrayal flooded his gaze, and Kyla immediately knew what he was thinking.

His nose flared as he stormed towards them fast.

Kyla's stomach sank, but Carlos?

He didn't budge from his place.

Before she knew it, Jayden had punched Carlos square on the face...