Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

man dubbed Doctor Death by everyone he comes into contact with is not a
man who so easily bends to the will of others, so his immediate default to
accepting the terms of his tormentor set off red flags in my mind.
But since I also have no other leads to go on, and know he doesn’t make
idle threats, I’d had no choice.
That doesn’t mean I have to enjoy our little arrangement, though, and yet
the longer he stares, the faster my resolve liquefies.
My hand grips the counter until it aches, the effort to keep myself from
touching him back overwhelming.
His thumb glides over my tattoo, making me shake like a leaf, and he
smirks, moving downward. It curves over my hip, grazing along my pubic
bone, before dipping farther to caress my clit.
A small gasp falls from my lips, and his smirk widens, the lines at the
corner of his mouth deepening.
“You didn’t shave for him, but I don’t recall you being bare for me,” he
says, the timbre of his voice rumbling against my chest. “So, who have you
been fucking in my absence?”
Tracing along my seam, he creates a repetitive sweeping motion, each
time rubbing my clit on the descent. My throat constricts until it hurts, and I
frantically suck in air, trying to keep myself from exploding.
One little touch from this man, and I’m already there.
“N-no one,” I answer between staccato breaths, swallowing the moan
burning at the base of my esophagus.
He parts me, making a tsking sound with his tongue. “For your sake, that
better be true.”
“It is, I swear.” There’s never been anyone else. My mouth opens to ask
him the same, but nothing comes out, my mind blanking as it gets lost in the
pleasure.
“Good,” he murmurs, that one word flooding my gut with liquid fire,
making my pussy clench wantonly. “Just because we won’t be consummating
this marriage tonight doesn’t mean you can try with anyone else.”
I blink, the haze of arousal around me popping. “What?”
“When we arrive at our destination, I’ll have to leave for a bit to take care
of things. And the plans I have for you, little one…” His eyes rove over me in
a slow stroke, making me shiver. “Unfortunately for right now, no matter
how badly your pussy wants me, my cock won’t be filling it.”
Cocking a dark eyebrow, he revamps his efforts between my thighs,