Page 80 of Sinner

I couldn’t stop shaking, nor could I take my eyes off him as I tugged on one side of my dress and the other, shimmying until gravity allowed the silky dress to fall ever so slowly, finally pooling around my feet.

He took a deep breath once my breasts were fully exposed, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling. The expression on his face was even darker, if that was possible.

I took a step from the dress, offering a slight smile even though apprehension mixed with utter excitement. This was something I would never have imagined in a million years.

“Come to me.” The command in his tone turned my legs into jelly. I was a crazy woman for doing this, but I was trembling from the desire to obey him.

Yet I took a single step, almost chickening out. There was no hiding behind a game any longer. This was real. This was crazy. This was dangerous.

But I refused to fall prey to my own fears or to the lies that had kept me imprisoned for so much of my life. I took another step and he dipped his head as he began to unfasten his belt.

My eyes were drawn to his movements, my mind processing what it would feel like to have the strap snapped across my bottom. Maybe I did crave pain more than I’d ever admitted to anyone including myself.

The corner of his lip lifted and I sensed he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Is this what you crave, Desdemona?” he asked as he began to tug the strap from his belt loops. It was the first time he’d used my screen name while still not admitting he was Sinner.

Was he waiting for me to expose him or enjoying our game as much as I was?

I allowed my gaze to fall from his face to the belt, swallowing hard before answering.

“Yes,” I said without thinking.

“Can you handle it?” he mused and cracked the strap against the floor.

It was a challenge, another test of my will. But not my resolve. He had to know what I was capable of, yet here he was pushing me into discovering more about myself. That was the way of Xander, forcing someone to embrace their limits then pushing. That much was easy to tell about him.

It was also something I remembered my sister telling me. It was interesting how much I’d thought of her lately, blanks filling like missing pieces of a puzzle. All because I’d finally committed my mind and actions to bringing down a single man, and watching his world crumble.

But as I moved toward him, drawn by his magnetism, I wanted to laugh at myself for believing such mediocre bullshit. I wanted exactly what I suspected Shanna had had before her untimely death.

When I was six inches away, he folded the belt, rolling it down between my breasts. He lowered his head, trailing his gaze behind his actions as he flicked the edge across my right nipple several times.

Already taut, my breasts started to ache from the firestorm of sensations. I closed my eyes only briefly because I wanted to see everything he was doing.

Everything he did to me.

Xander shifted the belt between my barely open legs, inhaling as if gathering the whiff of my desire that I’d fought to keep from him. I’d never felt so exposed. Even during the hunt, I’d felt powerful, as if there was nothing I couldn’t do. Now I was extremely vulnerable with no headset to hide behind. No ability to stop the game if I felt uncomfortable.

This wasn’t about winning or losing. This was about recapturing my soul. The only loss might be one of anger. We would see what the future would bring.

He closed the distance, using his fingers instead of his hand to explore my torso, brushing his fingertips ever so slowly aroundone hardened bud then the other. I couldn’t stop quivering, the excitement building to a frenzy.

The expression he wore was positively carnal. He didn’t need the mask to provide a hint of fear. He could do that all on his own. But there was also a tremendous amount of desire mixed in, enough so his nostrils were flared.

His actions weren’t as gentle as before as he allowed his gaze to fall, returning his eyes to my lace panties, the only slip of lingerie I’d been able to wear under the body-hugging dress.

I was certain he would rip them off, but he merely guided me by the arm toward the back of the couch, placing me an inch behind. He rubbed my cheek with his knuckles, shaking his head as if admonishing me. Or preparing me for his brand of punishment.

My mouth and throat were now dry, my mind continuously spinning with anticipation, images of the night he’d feasted on my pussy in my house overtaking everything else.

“I hope you know what you’re asking for,” he said in a quiet voice as he patted me on the bottom.

“I do.”

“Mmm… A very brave woman to ask a monster for a taste of the strap.”

I honestly had no clue what to expect. The use of Sinner’s hand followed by the switch had merely broken through the surface. It had all happened so quickly. He’d merely wanted to tease me and nothing more.

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