Page 59 of SIN Bone Deep

I followed the gold-plated sign in that direction. I did not know how to answer him. “It’s just… wrong, Mal, for a woman to have sex with a stranger.” I paused by the door, my palm and forehead pressed to the wood, and my eyes closed as I fought for control over my body.

“I don’t think it’s wrong to have sex with a stranger if you want to have sex with the stranger, and they want to have sex with you,” he used the keycard to open the door.

“It’s different for men,” I managed as the door opened. “I know you know that. You deal in sin, after all.”

“Ah, but sin is a construct of society, much of the time, and not a sin at all, so it always fascinates me why people believe they have sinned. Do you know why you feel it’s wrong, or do you just believe it’s wrong because that’s what you’ve been taught to believe?” He speculated as he began to undress. “And do you know why you’ve been taught to believe it? Where the original concept of that sin came from?”

“Eve’s original sin?” I was flustered. I wanted to fuck him, to drink from him, and not to talk with him. I could barely follow the conversation I was so focused on my needs.

He made a sound of disgust. “There was no Adam and no Eve,” he told me. “Pure fiction. The whole book was written by multiple different authors, over the span of centuries, in a multitude of languages, and all have been translated over time according to the agenda of the translator, so that prettily bound book that everyone holds so much stock in has very little resemblance to the original work, which, in itself, was no more the word of God than a Christmas themed romance anthology. In fact,” he paused in the process of undoing his fly. “If I didn’t know that it was the work of humans, I would have thought it a demon’s clever scheme. It’s caused all sorts of delicious havoc, even amongst those who don’t believe in it, or God.”

“Do you know why that story was written?” He shoved down his trousers and his cock sprung free. It was the first time that I had seen him utterly naked. Our sex had been frantic, partially clothed. He was more muscled than I had been expecting, leanly carved, but sculpted, and the almost unreal perfection of him in his skin emphasized his demon-nature more than when he was dressed. I was a little dazzled by his beauty, by the lush vibrancy of it, so different to Ender's monochrome colouring.

“Because women were chattel, and like anything, the concept of rarity and exclusivity is appealing. How to improve the value of the woman you have, to make her a more expensive commodity to sell to another? Place a value on being the first cock to cum in her. Thus, virginity became a prize to have or to take. But only female virginity. They didn’t want to place such limits on man, after all,” he hadn’t noticed my distraction, caught up in his lecture on history and patriarchy.

“And, female pleasure and desire, female sexual autonomy, is not good business. So, convince her that it is sinful with a pretty little story about Eve’s original sin,” he stalked towards the bed, a glory of red hair and sleekly muscled man, his cock leading the way. “To prevent her from losing commercial value by seeking enjoyment in her body. Because that is something to be bought and sold and enjoyed only by her owner.”

“Come here,” he reached out towards me. “Sin with me.” His smirk was wicked.

I did not need to be invited twice. I stepped into him sliding the palms of my hands across the skin of his chest, admiring the silk of his flesh. His chest was finely haired, the strands much darker than that of his head, but lighter and with a gleam of red in the trail beneath his belly button, before darkening again where it had been closely clipped around his cock.

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as I explored his cock, trailing my fingers up its length, and over the rounded head. Unbidden was the comparison yet again to my other lover, and I pushed the thoughts of Ender away with a flash of pain.

“Mhm,” Mal’s eyes fluttered almost closed, his chin lifting, and his face relaxing into pleasure, enjoying my touch. I teased the bead of pre-cum that gathered in his slit across the head before, marveling at my own daring, I lifted my fingertips and touched them to his bottom lip, glossing it with the evidence of his desire.

His eyes and smirk turned wicked, and his tongue stroked over his lip, tasting himself upon it. “Dirty girl,” he purred with approval. “I’d rather taste you.”

I stroked the c of fingers and thumbs down his forearm to his hand and guided it between my thighs. Our eyes locked with an intensity of passion that had me panting as I directed his fingers beneath the lace of my new underwear and pressed two of his fingers into me.

He fucked me slowly with his curved fingers the fires of Hell dancing in his eyes. “You are still slick with my cum,” he said softly, his voice almost hoarse. “I like to think of my seed saturating your cunt, coating you within, and slipping down to dampen your underwear and thighs.”

I withdrew his hand and steered his fingers to his mouth. He did not break eye contact as he sucked on his fingers. “Mmm,” he licked the cum from them with relish. “Your cunt is the sweetest sin.”

I lifted onto my tiptoes and ran my tongue over his lip, dropping back on my heels when he leaned in, intending to deepen and take control of the kiss, denying him. “Undress me,” I told him, and he grinned, raising his eyebrow in wry laughter, and made a circle with his finger.

I turned, offering him my back, and felt the fabric of the dress release as he unzipped it and then the warmth of his palms against my skin as he slipped his hands within, cupping my breasts through the lace of the bra. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over the exposed skin of my shoulder.

I leaned my head to the side, closing my eyes, and felt him kiss his way up to my ear, and the touch of his breath as he spoke: “I am of a mind to bend you forward and take you from behind semi-dressed, with your panties pulled to the side, but then… stripping you bare and leaving my handprints on your arse is also very tempting.”

The yearning within me surged in a ferocious hunger, burning, and throbbing through my core. He knew how to taunt the succubus within me, but from that same source came the knowledge of how to return the tease and reclaim the power from him.

I let the dress slip down my arms and felt the satin lining caress my skin as gravity dragged it down my thighs to pool around my feet, and I stepped free of it, moving out from under the touch of his hands, so that I stood wearing only the lace underwear, high heels, and the diamonds that he had purchased. I let him look at me, before moving subtly so that he lifted his eyes to mine. Holding his gaze, I stepped back into him, laying my palm on his chest, before stepping around him, trailing my fingers along his skin.

“Perhaps,” I pressed my breasts against his back and reached around him to grip his cock. “I want to see my handprints on your skin.”

His laugh was throaty, and his hand closed over mine, stroking his cock with me. “Oh, baby,” he groaned. “I don’t mind a good spanking on occasion, but I do prefer to be the spanker rather than the spankee. For you, however,” he bent slowly forward, bracing a hand on the mattress. “I’ll make an exception.”

The curve of his arse invited me to stroke it – so I did and then drew my hand back and smacked the palm against his skin experimentally.

“Honey,” he laughed the word. “You’re going to have to do better than that. Here,” he eased my other hand away from his cock and brought it up to his head, fisting it around his hair and giving it a tug so that his chin lifted. “There you go. Now hit me again.”

His hand returned to his cock. “Come on,” he teased. “Hit me as if you mean it.”

I tightened my grip in his hair, pulling on the strands, and smacked my palm sharply against his arse cheek, the sound snapping out into the room. His skin blanched and then reddened, showing where my hand had been, and he moaned. “Now you’ve got it, my spicy little succubus. I’ve been a very, very bad boy.”

I added a second handprint to the first, turning my hand slightly so that the prints overlapped but did not layer. He groaned, his arm pumping as he stroked his cock. He was having far too much fun, I decided, and I wasn’t getting my needs fulfilled. I kept my grip on his hair and walked around the bed so that the strands tightened the pull against his scalp, and I slid onto the mattress positioning myself in front of him.

“Onto your knees,” I told him, spreading my thighs.

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