Page 25 of Unforgivable Sins

Okayyyy, that is not at all where I thought this conversation was going, but I remember his earlier statement about not repeating himself, so I answer. “Yes.”

“I see the way men react to you. And women, too. Does it make you feel powerful?” He cocks his head, seemingly genuinely interested, as he starts to circle me.

I feel like a helpless bunny being hunted and cornered, with a spotlight flooding the space, chasing away all of the shadows, leaving me nowhere to hide.

“Yes,” I repeat.

“Take it off,” he demands.

I let out a shaky breath.Whatever he does to me, I can handle it. This is what you wanted, Dee, well, ready or fucking not.I find the small zipper on the side of the dress and unzip it. Then, I pull the straps off of my shoulder, and the dress falls easily down my body. Since you can’t wear a bra with this dress, and I no longer have on panties, I’m left standing naked in front of a fully dressed Sinn as he continues to slowly circle me. It’s as if he’s contemplating the best way to attack.

I hear the clink of his buckle and then the low whoosh of the belt as it slides free. My heart starts to race even more, making me worry that I may just pass the fuck out if it beats any faster.

Sinn makes his way back in front of me. A belt has never looked more terrifying than it does now, dangling threateningly from his fist.

“Last night, when you were in my room, I imagined what it would be like to punish you for the way you dress. For allowing everyone to see your body so freely.” My eyes are on the belt and he bends it in half, holding it in his fist, ready to swing. “Now, I get to.”

He walks around me again, until he disappears behind me. “Bend over and take off those heels.”

“Oh, God,” I whisper, and immediately jump and cry out in surprise as his belt lands a hit on my right ass cheek.

He’s suddenly right behind me, grabbing me by the throat from behind, pulling my head back. “What did I say about using that name when you’re with me?” His voice sounds angry as it rumbles out of his chest and reverberates through my back.

I can’t help but arch against him and gasp as my ass comes into contact with impossible hard dick. Fuck. He really is enjoying this. “You said…not to…say it,” I struggle to say around his hold on my neck.

“Don’t do it again. I won’t tolerate it a second time. Now, bend, the fuck, over.” He releases my neck but doesn’t step away from me.

I bend over, and with my heels on, my ass is lined up perfectly with his crotch. He pushes his hard length against me and I close my eyes, shuddering at the feel of him. Then he’s gone, and the crack of the belt rips through the air, as he lands a second blow to my ass cheek, in the same spot as the first. I yelp again, more in surprise than pain. It takes me a second to remember that I’m bent over for a reason. He wants the heels off. I start to fumble with the buckle at my ankle. My fingers are shaking so badly it takes me way too long to finally unleash the damn little hook.

As I’m reaching for the other one, another slap lands on my ass cheek, harder and louder this time. I can barely register the sting of this one before another one immediately follows.

Smack.

This onedoeshurt, and I whimper as the pain not only stings, but radiates through my ass cheek.

“Mmmm, that’s more like it,” Sinn says, still standing behind me. “The other shoe, Wendee.”

I’m breathing hard now, my cheek throbbing but not completely hurting…yet, but I’m not sure I can handle any more hits though. My fingers are trembling so badly that I really struggle to undue the little buckle. No hits come and I focus on unlatching the buckle. Once I finally get it released…

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Three savage hits in rapid succession. This time the pain is unbearable, and I cry out, falling to my knees. My ass cheek is splitting in pain. It feels like he broke skin and I swear, there as to be blood running down my leg. In fact, I canfeelit. I reach between my legs and feel the dripping wetness on my inner thigh. I pull my shaking hand away and look down. My fingers are glistening.

But not with blood.

Sinn’s black boots come into view. I’m still crouched on the floor where I fell, more dazed and reeling from the realization that I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.

“Get up,” he orders, voice low and deep.

I try to comply. I try to get my feet under me, but my legs feel like Jell-O, and I don’t think there’s any way they can support me right now, even if my life depended on it. Which it might.

Sinn’s large hand wraps around my upper arm aggressively, and he hauls me to my feet, guiding me roughly through the living room and into the kitchen. “I hope I haven’t broken you already, we’re just getting started,” he says, as he pushes me face first onto the island countertop.

His hand pushes down on my head as his large body leans into me. I feel his hand slide up the back of my thigh. Gathering the sticky wetness on my skin before he runs his fingers along my slit.

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