Page 31 of Sin

“To a soundproof room,” I answer with a bite, but it’s the truth. I don’t want anyone to hear the way she’s going to fucking scream for me.

Sliding my hand down her arm, I take her hand in mine and walk up the spiral staircase to the room I’ve wanted her in since I met her. She gazes at me nervously as I open the door and wave her inside. After closing the door, I walk toward her and she steps back until her body hits the wall. Placing my hand around her tiny throat, my dick gets hard from her pounding pulse against my palm.

“Did I tell you to stay away?”

Kierra whispers, “Yes.”

Narrowing my gaze at her, I state the obvious, “Yet here you are.”

I remove my hand from her throat as a tear slips down her cheek. “My life has been hell. You’re the only thing that makes everything okay. I know you don’t love me, but I also know you feel something for me.”

Is she that clueless to not know how I feel? I thought it was obvious that I care about her so much I was willing to let her go, but my restraint is slipping away.

Trailing my fingers down her bare arm, she shivers and it only makes me want to fucking devour her even more.

“I tried to do the right thing. I’m too old for you.”

Every word she speaks has my resolve slipping away like water traveling down a drain. She stands her ground and shakes her head. “You’re the right thing for me, Sin. Maybe I need someone older. I need you. I can live without food. I can live without money. I can live without almost anything. Please don’t make me live without you.”

One sentence is all it takes to destroy every ounce of control I have. I take her face in my hands and stare into her eyes. “You are playing with fire, baby girl. If I fuck you again, that’s it, you’re mine. You’ll be collared and I’ll never fucking let you go. I won’t be able to.”

A tiny smile forms on her beautiful lips, “Then you better fuck me.”

Like a force far out of my control, I slam my lips to hers. She moans into my mouth as I slide my tongue inside hers, tasting her sweetness that I’ve missed. Her hands travel up my back to my hair and she pulls at the strands as I kiss her like she’s everything to me. How can she not know how I fucking feel about her? It’s here, in this kiss, as blatantly obvious as a neon sign.

When I pull back from our kiss we are both breathless, my voice comes out raw with emotion, “If I ever see you sitting on another mans lap, letting him put his lips on what’s mine, you won’t be able to sit on your beautiful ass for a month. I will fucking cane you and trust me, you don’t want that.”

She nods as she runs her tongue over her top lip, “Yes, Daddy.”

I continue, “I’m far more interested in your pleasure than I am punishing you, Kierra. But I won’t shy away from punishment either.”

She turns away from me and places her hands on the wall. “I deserve it. I’ll take however many lashes you deem appropriate, Daddy.”

I chuckle as I slide my hand down the back of her panties, push a finger inside her wet pussy, and her breathy gasp is immediate, “You’ll learn, beautiful little slut. There are punishments far worse than being spanked. That’s only one of many ways I can correct your unacceptable behavior.”

“Like what?” She asks with a moan as I push another finger inside her.

“I think orgasm denial might be our best choice for corrective action with you.”

“What?” she nearly yells as she looks over her shoulder at me with a shocked expression.

I grin, “That’s right, baby girl. I could bring you so close but deny you release over and over again. Maybe then you’d learn your lesson.”

The sweet little whimper that escapes from her lips is like music to my ears.

“Turn around.”

She immediately obeys. I point to the floor and am pleased that she understands the direction and kneels for me.

“When you are kneeling, you’ll normally be naked. Your knees should always be parted unless you are told otherwise.”

Kierra parts her knees, “Yes, Daddy.”

I reach out and gently stroke her hair. “Good girl.”

The pride from my praise is evident on her face. I love this about her. She enjoys mild degradation during sex, but she also needs to hear that she pleases me. And fuck, she does.

Belinda is probably downstairs pissed off that I’m not making the rounds to schmooze with the high rollers, but right now I don’t give a shit about any of them. I have an hour before I need to make a speech and I intend to spend it claiming Kierra while she screams for me.

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