Page 87 of Vows in Sin
The grass is sparkling with dew, the estate glowing under the moon, sparkling in that nighttime way, how it gets when everything looks too perfect to be real.
No one sees. No one knows.
But even if they did, I wouldn’t care.
He pushes open the creaking shed door and carries me inside. It smells like cedar and dust and motor oil—an odd mix, but one that immediately warms me. The moonlight slices through the cracks in the wood, casting a silver glow over everything.
He sets me down on the old table inside, my bottom hitting the firm wood with a satisfying bump, a prelude of what’s to come. I slide myself further onto its top, biting my lip with tension.
Reign watches me with that desperate hunger in his eyes. The kind that strips me bare and makes me feel see, all at once.
“You want your toy tonight?” he asks, already pulling open the drawer where we keep our stash.
I nod, lips parting.
He places the curved vibrator in my palm, his fingers lingering.
“Hold it against yourself,” he says softly. “Don’t come until I say.”
I obey. Of course I do. I lift my skirt—no panties, like always for him. Watching him, I part my thighs, every small gesture bringing more longing to us both—and press the toy against me.
Electricity. My thighs tremble. My breath catches.
The world already begins to melt away.
Reign unbuckles his belt slowly. Methodically. The sound makes my heart pound. I watch. A show meant for my pleasure. Eyes locked on mine, he folds the leather and cracks it once in the air, a promise snapping into the air.
I give a full-body shiver.
“Let me watch you come,” he murmurs. “And don’t be quiet.”
The belt slides over the tops of my parted thighs, teasing me as he dips it between my legs. He raises the leather, bringing it down in a quick snap, hitting my inner thigh with a smarting strike.
My back arches.
Another snap. Another fire blooms.
I cry out.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he growls. “Do it just like that. Let me watch you. Let me hear you.”
The orgasm coils tight in my core. Beats away from an impending explosion. My eyes are squeezed tight, but I open them so I can see him. He stares at me, so turned on by this, by me. I’m bared to him, vulnerable in this display, yet powerful in my hold over him.
The warm hum of the vibrations. The cool air caresses my inner thighs. His hungry eyes are on me. The belt in his hand. It’s too much. I come apart, shaking, gasping, curling around the orgasm. “Yes! Oh my god.”
The moment it’s over, I thrust the toy at him with trembling fingers. He chuckles. I can’t even look at the vibrator when I’m finished. “Hurry. I want you.”
Reign tosses the toy in the drawer to be cleaned. He grabs me by the hips and turns me around, bending me over the table. My belly presses into the edge as he flips up my skirt and strokes a palm over my ass.
His hands are big. Warm. Protective yet punishing, his skin smooth yet working callouses rough as they caress my curves. His voice is low, a demanding growl. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I whisper. “You, baby.”
“Mine. All mine. Mine to mark. Mine to fuck.” I cringe at the whistle of the belt cutting through the air, dreading and cravingthe heavy thud of the leather, the biting sting of the strike. The belt lands again. Again.
Each strike sends fire through me, burning away everything but him. I moan, helpless, loving every second. When I’m shaking and nearly undone, the belt drops, he’s on his knees, behind me. Like I’m the alter and he’s ready to worship.
But I’m the one praying. “Please. Reign. Please.”
