Page 10 of Sin

Kierra:Oh my God. Thank you. It was a gift from my mom. I can come pick it up today. Thank you again.

I don’t think so, beautiful.It will not bethateasy.

Me:Have dinner with me and I’ll bring it with me.

Kierra:I can just pick it up from the club. No need to go out of your way.

Me:The only way you’re getting it back is by having dinner with me.

Yeah. I’m that asshole. Clearly she’s thinking the same thing because it takes twenty minutes for her to respond.

Kierra:Fine.

Me:Six o’clock. Stantons.

Kierra:Are we eating? I looked it up on google and that’s expensive. I can’t afford that, Sin. Seriously, I can pick it up at the club for free.

I snort to myself before I respond. Silly, beautiful fucking woman.

Me:When you’re with me, baby girl, you’ll never pay for anything. You will eat with me and I’ll give you your locket.

Am I hoping she’ll come home with me after dinner?Of course I am. Home. The club. In the goddamn restaurant. I have this all-consuming need to devour her while she comes for me. It’s not even about getting my dick wet, although I want that too. If I can’t have that but can make her come, that’d be enough.For now.

Kierra:I’ll meet you there.

Me:I can pick you up.

Kierra:I will meet you there or I won’t come at all.

I sigh out loud as I respond.Beautiful fucking brat.

Me:I’ll be waiting at the bar.

Kierra:Maybe I’ll be waiting on the bar if I get there first.

That was a typo, right? Fuck. Now all I can think about is her laid out on the bar, ready for me to eat that sweet pussy while she cries out for me.

Me:If you’re waiting on the bar for me, I’ll take that as a hint that you want me to make you come all over my face. It would be an honor to eat your pussy and watch you explode, baby girl.

Kierra:Oh my God. At. Not on. This phone hates me.

I grin at my phone, imagining her rosy cheeks with her embarrassment.

I’m palming my cock like a horny teenager when the door opens and Molly walks in. She stares at my raging hard on and moves toward me with confidence she shouldn’t have.

“Sir,” she says as she kneels beside my desk.

With her gaze lowered to the floor, she speaks low, “I missed you the other night. I thought we were going to do a scene.”

Clearing my throat, I say, “Get off your knees. And take a seat.”

Standing, she walks over to where I am, obviously, thinking my lap will be the seat. It won’t.

“In a chair,” I growl, and she does as she’s told as always.

“You need to find another Dom, Molly. Whatever you’re looking for, I cannot give you.”

She’s quiet, so I ask, “Do we understand each other?”

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