Page 62 of Zade (Den of Sin)

He groans, “No. We’re going upstairs. I just wanted you to meet her.”

Zade takes my hand and we walk out of the office, he takes me to the stairs and as we’re walking I ask, “You tried to get me banned?”

He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, “Of course I did. I didn’t want anyone fucking you. I’m the only man that’s been inside that pretty pussy, I would’ve done anything to keep it that way.”

We walk into the sex room we argued in last time and I channel my inner brat, “I saw onFacebookthat if you’re man won’t kill every man that’s ever touched you, it’s not really love.”

He turns to me with a fierce glare, causing me to regret my joke, he pushes me up against the glass, “Is that a fact, baby girl? How about I go get a piece of paper and you can write down the name of every piece of shit that touched you? You can even choose. Will they get life in prison for a crime they never committed or will they die?”

“Answer my question.”

I close my eyes as my heart pounds, “I want them to die.”

“Then that’s exactly what will happen. Now take that dress off.”

Reaching behind me he unzips it and I slide it off my shoulders until it falls to the floor. He takes my hand and walks me over to the suspension bar. He undoes the leather cuff on one side, takes my hand and straps my wrist in it, then restrains my hand on the other side.

“If your arms begin to hurt you need to tell me immediately.”

I nod, “Yes, Daddy.”

“There’s a remote that raises and lowers the bar as needed but you will be safe, I promise you.”

Zade’s gaze trails my body as he gets undressed, “You look so beautiful, Amira. Daddy is so proud of you.”

I giggle, “I didn’t do anything.”

He stares at my face with a serious expression on his as he removes his pants and boxers, “But you are. Trusting me like this is a fucking gift.”

Walking over to me he stops when he’s about six feet from me, “Spread your legs, let me see you, baby girl.”

Once I do as he says, he begins to stroke his cock, “Are you still nervous?”

I shake my head no as I watch him slowly fuck his hand, “You let me know when you’re ready to let people hear how pretty you sound when you scream for Daddy.”

I watch him intently, mesmerized by his dick sliding in and out of the palm of his hand. I don’t know why this excites me so much but it does. I squeeze my thighs together and he chuckles, “No, Amira. Be a good girl. Only Daddy gives you relief.”

He grabs the remote from the bench and clicks a button, “Everybody can hear you now.”

Stepping closer to me, he arches an eyebrow, “So nobody gets confused, who owns you, baby girl.”

“You do, Daddy,” I whimper.

He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, causing me to shiver because why the hell is that so sexy, “Who gets to touch your beautiful body?”

“You, Daddy, only you.”

Letting go of his cock he steps over to me and slides his hands up my arms, then cradles my head in his hands, “Mine,” he says and I whisper, “Yours.”

He bites my bottom lip and tugs on it with his teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth in the most aggressive kiss we’ve ever had. With his hands he controls my head to get the exact angle he wants. His mouth is perfect, hungry, and desperate for me. The only thing I would change is that I can’t touch him. I crave feeling him underneath my fingers. I whimper and he pulls back with a chuckle, “I know, baby.”

Zade undoes the little buttons at the top of my bra and pulls the material down exposing my breasts, “One second, don’t go anywhere.”

I roll my eyes, “Yeah I’m a little stuck here.”

He grabs his pants, reaches into the pockets, and pulls two pieces of silver out. It looks like jewelry but I’m not entirely sure what it is. Coming back over to me he licks and sucks my nipples one at a time.

“These are nipple clamps. They will hurt but just a little.”

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