Page 54 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

A cold tremor traces its way down my spine as I catch sight of the pipes, now tightly sealed, starkly reminding me of what used to exist there. A mixture of relief and unease washes over me. While seeing it is a chilling reminder, I'm grateful I don't have to look at it.

"I had it removed last night," he says, standing behind me. "I'm sure you would prefer the shower." He knows. I nod and look away. "I'm not a fan of them either, to be honest. It's like bathing in your own dirty piss."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

He shrugs. "It's the truth. I never used it. It came with the house."

"So you're just going to leave it empty like that?"

"What would you like me to put in its place?

I look around and notice the shower has glass doors––"What if the entire bathroom was an open shower. No glass doors but had an area to sit and lie down like you were bathing in the rain."

"Is that what you would like to do? Bathe in the rain."

"If it was warm with the sound of thunder minus the lightning," I say mindlessly. He steps close behind me, and I can feel the heat of his body. I must smell like food. “I should take a shower. I must smell like fried food," I add, changing the subject.

"I don't mind. I'm kind of hungry," he replies. All I can think about is yesterday when he ate my pussy in his office, and we were late for his meeting. The sounds that escaped my mouth. I always thought that women sounded like that when they had an orgasm because they were faking it or it was staged. I guess not all the time. He places his hand on my waist and pulls me toward him so my back can feel how hard he is for me. "Are you hungry, Veronica?"

My thighs clench. My pussy throbs hearing the timbre of his voice. The heat from his hand on my waist. The scent of his cologne. "How did you know about the bathtub?”

His lips are close to my ear. "You said you preferred a shower?"

He knows, but he won't admit it, and I'm unsure if I'm grateful or upset. He brought me here to show me. My head is pounding at the same time my body is aroused. Confusion, indecision, and want swirl inside me.

He turns on the shower and slowly unzips the back of my uniform. "Let's take a shower. You look tired, and you've had a hard day."

He faces me naked in the shower, and I can't keep my eyes from wandering between his legs. His dick is perfect. It's thick and long, even when it's not hard. His stomach is chiseled, and he has those deep V's that disappear like deep valleys. When my eyes trail up, he has a gleam in his eyes; he places gel in his palm and begins to wash, stroking his long shaft.

He turns around, and I can’t help but admire his ass and strong legs. There isn't an ounce of fat on his frame. He looks perfect, and he knows it. The water slides over his muscles, and the smell of his shower gel permeates the air. I place shower gel in the palm of my hand and take the opportunity to wash myself, closing my eyes under the spray and wetting my hair.

The third time I close my eyes to rinse the conditioner from my hair, the energy inside the shower shifts like an impending storm, and I know he's right in front of me. When I open my eyes, I can't help how he stares at my body like a piece of art.

"I love to taste you, but I want to be inside you." He pulls my bottom lip, pressing his thumb into my mouth. "I want you to suck my cock."

This is what he wants, but secretly, so do I, and there is nothing more satisfying to a woman than when she enjoys the man she has sex with. He pulls his thumb out, and I drop to my knees, slowly noticing his jaw tensing in anticipation. His nostrils flare when I touch his shaft, feeling it rapidly growing in my hand. I stroke it once, then twice. I lick my lips, look up, and slide his engorged cock into my mouth. I hear him hiss through his teeth when I take him deep, hitting the back of my throat. I relax and breathe through my nose, trying to accommodate his size.

His hands slide to the back of my head, threading his fingers in my wet hair. I dig my nails in his thighs when I bob my head. Faster and faster. "I love the way you take my cock. I’m going to fuck your throat hard… until you give me that pussy."

I want him to, but I know, deep down, why I won't give in to him so easily. My mind can tell me otherwise, but I know. I fear he will end this, and I don't want it to end. I want to stay with him. I prefer him to punish me than to return home to what awaits me. For the first time, I have to admit I am scared. I am afraid I will die in Dorian Black's hands.

I take him deep, loving how his length feels in my mouth and throat. He fucks my mouth hard, almost choking me, but I love it. The feel of him and the power I have to make him lose control. I almost can't breathe, but he’s close, and I want to taste him. I grip his ass, pushing him deeper into my mouth.

"Take it, baby. You're so good." He growls, biting his bottom lip and holding my head, moving faster. He's panting by the time he shoots his cum down my throat. I sputter, trying to swallow it. It drips down my chin, dropping between the valley of my breasts. When he pulls out, and I shoot him a glance, he cups my face. "You're mine," he says breathlessly.

He lays me on the soft bed after we dry off, hovering over me between my legs. His elbows are resting on the mattress on both sides of my face. My eyes are trying to adjust to the darkness of the bedroom.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his eyes trailing my mouth, and I respond with a simple nod. My jaw is a bit sore, but I liked it. "When you decide to let me have you, and only when you decide, I want you to be sure. I want you to want me because it's what you want." He presses his warm cock between my legs. A whimper escapes my throat at how good it feels, and he looks down where he's pressed against me. "Because I'm not going to stop once you let me, but I do like that sassy mouth."

I place my palms on his chest, lift my chin, and whisper, "Are you telling me you want to be friends?"

"Are you being funny?" I giggle, and he smiles, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Let's sleep; I have a meeting in a few hours."

CHAPTER 22

Veronica

After waking up in the most comfortable bed, I take a shower and notice everything he picked out that day we went shopping is in his closet. All the clothes take up residence on an entire wall. He has a note on a black double-breasted blazer that reads, "Wear this."

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