Page 17 of Sin

CHAPTER 12

SIN

Her gasp when she sees my BDSM themed play room is loud and surprising to me. I own Den of Sin, so it can’t be all that shocking for her to see this in my living space. Her eyes dart from the St Andrews cross to the straps attached to the wall, and finally, on my selection of handmade whips, paddles, and floggers before she spots the positioning bar with cuffs attached to it.

“Alright, where do you want me? Let's get this over with and you can pay me and,” she waves her hand around, “move on.”

Everything was fine until she saw this room and I don’t get it, but I know she’s not right for this. I grab her hand and she allows it reluctantly and I pull her out of the room and take her to my bedroom. Am I disappointed? Immensely, but I’ll take her wherever the fuck I can get her. This woman has me under some kind of spell and I’m not myself with her. I want her so badly that I’ll toss what I need out the damn window. It’s unsettling. This is the man I’ve been nearly all my adult life, but she’s got me spiraling.

“Last chance, Kierra. Do you want this?”

She nods as she glances around the room, taking in the Cherrywood king size sleigh bed, a matching armoire on oneside, a dresser on the other, and two end tables on either side of the bed. Are there cuffs attached to the wall? Of course there are because it’s one of my many kinks. I enjoy having a woman restrained and forcing her to take whatever I want to give to her.

Turning her gaze to mine, she says, “I thought you wanted me in that sex room.”

I sigh before admitting, “I do. More than you can fucking imagine, but it’s not for everybody. Your reaction told me it’s not something you're ready for. It wouldn’t be as enjoyable for you as it is meant to be.”

She shakes her head. “There wasn't anything in the room that bothered me. It was just glaringly obvious that you brought countless women here, and it made me feel cheap.”

I chuckle and probably shouldn’t, but she’s assuming shit she knows nothing about. “You are the first woman in my home. I moved in three weeks ago. And I’m not in the habit of bringing women into my place of residence. The only time I have in the past is when I’ve been in a committed relationship with a submissive. It is not a fucking revolving door.”

Grabbing my hand, she whispers, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

I narrow my gaze at her, I say, “No, you shouldn’t have. Please don’t expect the worst from me when I’ve given you no reason to.”

I’m angry that she assumes I fuck countless women, but maybe I shouldn’t be. She knows nothing about me and has no experience with men. The jealousy has thrown me for a loop because if she’s only doing this for the money which she’s made clear she is, it shouldn’t matter how many women I fuck as long as I’m clean.

“Kierra, if we do this, it’s only for tonight. No attachments. I have a meeting tomorrow at eleven. When I return, you’ll be gone. Understood?”

She blows out a breath. “One and done. Got it.”

“Take your dress off.”

I get undressed while watching her pull the dress over her head and toss it onto the floor and Jesus Christ; she takes my breath away. She stands in front of me in a white lacy bra and matching panties, chewing on her lip nervously as she stares at my chest after I place my shirt on top of my dresser. I remove my pants. “Naked, baby girl. I want to see every inch of what’s mine for tonight.”

She reaches behind her with a timid smile, “Yes, Sir,” and undoes her bra, revealing the most beautiful tits I think I’ve ever seen. Full ‘C’ cups are on display for me with perky pink nipples. Fuck me. I remove my pants and boxers as she hooks her fingers into her panties on either side and slides them down her legs and steps out of them when they hit the floor. I’m surprised when she walks over to me and stares at me with the same need I’m feeling. “Please Daddy, may I touch you?”

I nod and then groan when she drags her hands down my chest. Her hands are soft and different from what I'm used to. Sex for me is about domination, making the woman explode. It’s never about them touching me like this. Leaning in, she kisses my chest before dropping to her knees and gazing at me longingly, “If this is only one night, Sir, I’d like to experience everything. I probably won’t be good at this, but I’d like to try.”

I take Kierra in, kneeling for me, looking nothing short of exquisite. She gazes at me with innocent eyes and if I were a better man, I wouldn’t have touched her, but I’m not. And I’ve never wanted to fuck any woman’s mouth more than I do hers right now.

She grips my cock with a gentle touch. “I just suck it?”

Never in my life have I needed to teach a woman how to suck dick. Maybe it should turn me off that I need to explain this to her, but it doesn’t. Instead, it does the complete opposite. Thefact that she’s never had a dick in her mouth makes me want this even more. I want all her firsts and I know that probably makes me an asshole to take these things and never see her again, but if Kierra will give it to me, there’s nothing I won’t take.

“Lick it, run your tongue along the underside of my cock.”

She slides her tongue along my skin causing me to groan, “Jesus fuck.”

Her tongue is like silk, gliding along my shaft, her eyes on me, watching my every reaction. Kierra may be the inexperienced one, but I know I’m in over my head. One night will never be enough, even though it has to be.

“God damn it,” I growl when she swirls her tongue over the head of my cock like she’s trying to get every drop of pre-cum.

She stops. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Keep going, baby girl. You are making Daddy feel so good.”

Kierra sticks her tongue out and does the same thing again before swirling around the head again. I’m not even in her mouth yet, and she has me ready to explode. What the fuck is it with this woman? This should be the worst blow job I’ve ever gotten, not the best. As unsatisfying as it should be, it's the polar opposite and I’m not even in her mouth yet.

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