Page 86 of Sinner

Now it was time for my guest to enjoy another taste of my world, one she seemed to covet more than her own.

She was still in the same position as when I’d left her, only her eyes were closed and her head was placed against the back of the chair. I stood over her, admiring her beauty in the firelight before sliding my arms underneath, gathering and holding her close to my chest.

Her face appeared angelic, her skin luminous. Even her lips were rosier than before, plump and perfect for kissing.

For biting and drawing blood.

I chuckled inwardly. As if I was a vampire. That was one sport I wasn’t interested in. Shedding blood was one thing. Drinking it entirely another.

She stirred as I walked up the stairs, her eyes opening if only briefly. But she was aware of her surroundings. She knew she was in the predator’s lair.

And she loved it.

“What are you doing?” she whispered as she tilted her head.

“Enjoying your company.”

Once inside the bathroom, I took a deep breath of the light strawberry scent of whatever shower gel she’d used, my entire body filling with desire.

I placed her on her feet, cupping both sides of her face as the blanket pooled around her feet. “Wake up, little lamb. It’s time to be cleansed.”

Jessica opened her eyes after hearing my command, her long eyelashes floating across her porcelain skin in a provocative way. I allowed myself to be transfixed by her beauty for a few seconds while she awakened.

Without being commanded, she stepped away from the blanket, gingerly placing one leg into the water as if testing the temperature. Once satisfied, she dipped her other, gripping both sides of the massive claw foot tub as she lowered herself into the water.

The slight wince on her face pleased me, an indication the round of punishment she’d all but begged for had been effective. My cock twitched at the thought.

She remained sitting upright, perhaps getting used to the hot temperature. Her lower lip quivered and she was blinking rapidly. Perhaps everything that had occurred was playing out as if the events had just happened.

I lowered onto my knees, reaching around her and grabbing the scrubby ball and shower gel. Citrus with a hint of the ocean. Not quite the right scent, but it would need to do until I purchased more seductive products. As she rolled her shoulders, wrapping her arms around her knees, I marveled as the thoughts of bringing her here again filtered into my mind.

Was I really thinking this was something other than what I’d intended it to be?

Jessica sighed as I poured the gel, closing her eyes once again. She was unfolding another layer of trust, determined not toallow her anxiety to win. As I began to slide the scrubby ball down her back, she uttered a slight moan.

The sound echoed in the room, my balls tightening from the sound. The act was more intimate than any sexual encounter I’d experienced. I also found it soothing, something the beast inside of me craved and rarely found.

I was shocked when she started humming. While I had no idea the tune, the lilting sound was unlike anything I’d ever heard. Beautiful if not haunting. Only a few seconds later, another strange and very elusive feeling washed over me. I wanted more than just her body.

She sighed once again. I leaned her back so her head was resting on the tub pillow attached to the side. Her eyelids opened, her lips pursed, and her entire face was glowing in the flicker of candlelight.

“Beautiful,” I told her as I rubbed the ball down her long neck. She truly was, her hips and breasts rounded to perfection. As she parted her legs, bending one knee, I took a deep breath and was able to catch a strong inhale of her desire.

My cock was fully aroused, making the moment somewhat painful. No other woman had done this to me.

I kept my eyes locked on her as I rolled the ball around one nipple then the other. She shifted in the water, her breathing more ragged than before. “You’re not the man I expected you to be.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She tilted her head to the side and I wanted to capture this moment, to take a photograph that I could indulge in after she’d gone.

If I let her go.

The thought brought another smile to my face and I stood, returning the scrubby ball to its holder.

“I’ll leave you to enjoy,” I told her. How would she react?

“Wait,” she whispered before slowly turning her head.

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