The Affair (The Evolution Of Sin #1)

by Giana Darling

  My heart contracted and I had to bite back a moan. “It hurts me when you are so sweet.”

  He snorted but pulled back from me to stare into my face. “I’m hardly sweet. I don’t have time to be nice, remember?”

  I nodded, but I could tell he was surprised and maybe even a little disconcerted by my comment. “I still don’t really know what you do, you know.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  “Do you want to give me a hint?”

  “Maybe.” He leaned forward, bending over until his lips were just an inch from mine. “But that information comes with a price.”

  “What if I’m willing to pay?” I darted forward to nip his lip playfully and laughed against his mouth when he caught my lips in a punishing kiss.

  Things were just heating up when the bell to his suite rang. When Sinclair didn’t immediately pull away, I pushed at him and stood up, righting my robe as I moved inside.

  “I’m not done with you yet, Elle,” he called from the deck as I reached the door and let the waiter in with the trolley of aromatic Mexican food.

  “I know you are new to this,” he began to explain, his voice drifting closer as he made to come inside, “but disobedience will result in punishment.”

  I’m sure I was the exact shade of my flaming hair when Sinclair rounded the French doors and saw the flustered young waiter and me standing awkwardly side-by-side. His cool eyes swept over the scene without emotion and I gasped when he casually leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised.

  “I…” I cleared my throat as my eyes darted back and forth between Sinclair and the young man. “I ordered food.”

  “I can see that.” Sinclair nodded, the picture of banality with his bare feet peaking out of unbuttoned jeans and his overlong hair curled chaotically around his handsome face. “You need to keep your strength up for what I have in mind tonight.”

  My throat worked convulsively to swallow my shock. The waiter appraised me with a new kind of interest, his dark eyes lingering over the deep V exposed by the robe. Despite myself, I found desire surge through my blood. When I looked back at Sinclair he nodded, as if he could see my arousal from across the room.

  “Pay the man, my siren, where are your manners?” he reprimanded softly as he padded over to me and took the receipt from the waiter.

  He watched me as he signed it and tugged me into a silken embrace, his arms wrapped around my form so that I was could feel his entire length even through the thick robe. He sunk deep into the kiss, tantalizing me with deep strokes of his talented tongue while a hand pushed my robe daringly low on my shoulders, exposing the tops of my breasts. Forgetting myself completely, I submitted to his possession and moaned quietly as I melted into his arms.

  When he finally pulled away with a slight but very smug smile, I had to blink rapidly for a minute to reorient myself.

  “Oh,” I squeaked when I saw the waiter shift uncomfortably, adjusting a very discernable bulge in his pants.

  Mortified, I dashed into the bedroom and closed the door on Sinclair’s deep chuckle as he addressed the poor young man. I closed my eyes and banged my head lightly against the wall to dislodge the lingering desire cluttering my thoughts. How could I have been so… slutty? I could feel the dampness between my legs, slicking my thighs as I rubbed them together. I had been so turned on by Sinclair’s possession, by my exposure to another man. What if I hadn’t freaked out, would he have taken it – me – further? The idea of being laid bare before a stranger as Sinclair manipulated my body brought on a molten wave of desire.

  “Oh my God,” I murmured, sinking to the floor before the bed with my head in my hands.

  That was how Sinclair found me minutes later. Immediately, he swooped down to pick me up and took me out into the main room where he had set up the small table on the deck with some candles and our food. I was mute as he settled me in the chair and turned on the soothing twang of Spanish guitar over the speakers. He maintained the silence as he served us and I was grateful for the space to calm my whirring thoughts. Even though I enjoyed the food immensely, I was hot and cold with shame throughout the meal.

  It wasn’t that big a deal, I knew. So what we had made out in front of an audience of one and Sinclair had made a few innuendos? No big deal. But I was so inexperienced with both sex and being in the spotlight that I didn’t know what to make of my embarrassment and, even more so, my excitement.

  When I reluctantly gave up on the creamy rice pudding after only three bites, Sinclair tugged my chair closer to his and pulled me into his lap. He loosened the front of my robe, ignoring my sudden tension, and softly began to stroke my neck and shoulders.

  “Talk to me.”

  I sighed deeply. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “There is no right or wrong thing to say here, Elle. I just want to know what you think about what happened?”

  “I…” I sighed again. “I liked it.”

  He tilted my chin up so that I could see his smile. “I thought you might. You like it when I make the decisions, when you aren’t responsible for the shame of your sexual desires.”

  I hesitated but nodded. My hand was resting over his heart and I found a much-needed sense of calm in his steady pulse.

  “What I would do with you if I had more time.” He shook his head but his voice was wistful and amused. “But as it is, we only have two more nights. And I have plans for this one. As I remember it, you owe me a fantasy.”

  I gulped as our fishing bet came back to me. My skin tingled with desire in anticipation of Sinclair lighting me on fire. It was astonishing how ready I was for him all the time; I constantly felt in danger of bursting into flames.

  His fingers skated down my neck and squeezed gently. “Your pulse is racing. What are you hoping I will do to you?”

  I stared up into his achingly handsome face while ideas stampeded through my mind. My lips parted and he dipped his thumb into my mouth so that I could gently nip at it.

  “Tell me.”

  Banked fires stirred in his eyes and I was suddenly determined to ignite them, to take hold of the passion he felt for me and coax it into a livid blaze. I knew what this man liked. I may have only known him for five days but I knew how to touch him, how to tease him. My submission was imminent but that didn’t mean I couldn’t first take pleasure out of seducing him.

  “I want you,” I paused, watching the flicker of surprise in his eyes at my boldness, the way I lightly tugged his roguishly long hair, “to undress me.”

  Immediately, the rope holding together my robe was pulled into his hands and the fabric gaped open across my chest, not quite revealing my pebbled nipples. I watched his eyes dip into the hollow between my breasts and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard.

  “Do you see how my body reacts to you?” I breathed, too timid to speak in the husky tones I imagined would better suit my sensual words. To make up for it, I swept one hand from my neck, between my breasts, to the top of my curls. “Feel how wet I am. Dip just a finger inside me.”

  He did as requested, on long finger tracing the folds of my drenched sex. I swallowed my moan, determined to remain in power for as long as he would let me.

  “Take your clothes off and lay down.”

  His eyebrow quirked but he did as I asked, slowly pulling his white t-shirt over his head to reveal the stretch of lightly tanned abdomen that always made my mouth water. He undid the clasp of his linen pants, staring at me with blatant desire as they dropped to the floor to reveal his hardened length. All moisture left my mouth.

  He lay down without touching me but I didn’t care, as soon as his back hit the bed I straddled his lean thighs and notched his cock against my center, sliding along it slowly, methodically. His hands fisted in the bed sheets at his side and I was thrilled with his discipline. When he was slick with my moisture I shimmed down further and took him firmly in my hand, my eyes on his as I languidly licked a path up his shaft.

  “Elle,”
he groaned, his legs shifting restlessly as I drew circles across the tip of him with my tongue. “Careful.”

  I was so turned on, especially knowing that my heady power was given only out of graciousness, that he could and would rip it away from me in a second. Eagerly, I drew my lips over my teeth and took him to the back of my throat. I echoed his strangled moan with one of my own, reveling in the salty, manly taste of him.

  Until then, I hadn’t been able to take him fully inside my mouth but as I pumped the rest of his length, damp with my salvia, I knew that I had to.

  “Elle,” he growled again, in warning. “I am not coming in your mouth.”

  I hummed in agreement which only made his hands come to my shoulders, clenching firmly so that I was still in control but barely. Before I lost my nerve or Sinclair took the situation out of my hands, I swallowed his length down my throat and moaned in triumph, careful to breath through my nose.

  “Jesus Christ,” he barked, jackknifing into a sitting position, his hands suddenly in my hair, both forcing me off and further onto his cock.

  I fought his hold and tentatively swiped my tongue along the base of his shaft before rising slightly for breath and lowering again. He allowed me time to find my rhythm and in less than five minutes, I was rewarded with the first taste of his warmth in my mouth. I pulled back to take the rest on my tongue, laving him gently even after he had finished and collapsed on the bed.

  I crawled up to lay beside him, just an inch apart but not touching. Even satiated, the thin wedge of air between us hummed with tension as if our molecules were magnetic, pulling inextricably, almost painfully towards the other’s.

  “Don’t get comfortable.”

  I shifted to look up at him. His eyes were closed but his voice had deepened, darkened into the velvet ropes that bound me to his will.

  “In two minutes, I’m going to get up and leave the room. You will completely disrobe and wait for me on the bed. Do you remember our first night together, how you were positioned on the bed? I want you like that.”

  My muscles twitched with memory and before he had even fully left the room, I was shedding the rest of my clothing and falling into position on the end of the bed. My bum was high in the air, propped up by my folded and spread legs while my hands gently grasped my ankles. Even though my dampening sex was fully exposed, there was a certain comfort in being so contained, small and perfectly parceled for Sinclair to unwrap at his pleasure. I could smell us on the sheets and even though it was harder to breath, I pressed my nose into the silky fabric to inhale deeply.

  After a few minutes, my breath and pulse slowed slightly and I fell into an almost meditative state. Everything from the greedy throb of desire at my core to the abrasion of the sheets against my aching nipples was heightened.

  I pictured the things he might do to me. My imagination conjured whips and chains, strange instruments of pain and torture that would set my teeth on edge as the pleasure was forcibly extracted from my body. A shiver slapped the small of my back and vibrated up my spine.

  The door opened with a soft breath but Sinclair didn’t say anything as he moved into the room. I almost jumped when something soft trailed between my legs and up over my back. The sensation didn’t last long and I realized as he tied it firmly and carefully around my head so that our skin didn’t brush that it was a blindfold. He smoothed a hand down my spine, his fingers splayed in a possessive move that made my teeth rattle with a deep shudder.

  “I’m going to tie you up, Elle.” His cool voice was as glossy and impassive as a still water lake. “Would you like to know why I’m doing this?”

  I whimpered as another tie brushed over my weeping sex on its descent to my ankles, which he gently secured each wrist to.

  “Use your words,” he reprimanded.

  “Yes, please.”

  He had barely touched me and I was already a tight wire suspended over a dizzying abyss.

  “You need to be punished for making me come in your mouth without permission.”

  The last tie was secured and he moved away from me, somewhere else in the room where I could hear him prepare something.

  “You need to understand how to control yourself.”

  Without warning, a resounding smack rung throughout the room. The pain was so blinding that it actually took a moment for my bottom to erupt in fiery pain. A cry rose in my throat but I swallowed it with a barely discernable gargle.

  He blew across my stinging right butt cheek and crooned, “You are not a good girl, are you?”

  I wasn’t sure if I should answer but just as I opened my mouth, his hand came whipping down on the other side of my ass. This time I cried out.

  “No, I know you are not.” Another delicious wave of cool air wafted across my aching skin and sent tingles shooting straight down to my sex.

  Again, his hand went swinging down on me releasing endorphins and sweet edged pain. I gasped into the sheet and moaned.

  “A nice girl doesn’t get turned on by a spanking,” he scolded, his fingers dipping into the pool of desire beneath my burning bottom.

  He dragged one knuckle down over my clit and I jerked in my bounds at the roar of pleasure it released. With one hand still on my center, he spanked me again, pushing me further into an unfamiliar basin of shimmering pleasure. My fingernails dug into the thin skin of my ankles as I tried to find the ground beneath my floating body but the sharp little pain only elevated me further.

  “How many do you think you deserve? Ten, twenty? Your ass is already a beautiful shade of pink.”

  I groaned, desperate for him to go on but incoherent with pleasure. My brain was too busy trying to synthesis the waves of desire pounding down on me to form actual words.

  Two fingers sank into my heat at the same time that his other hand landed.

  “Ahhh!” I screamed.

  My entire body was coiled so tightly that there didn’t seem to be any space between my skin and bones, my blood and muscles. I was reduced to quaking flesh, an organism entirely dependent on pleasure to survive.

  “Sinclair.”

  “You may not orgasm.”

  “Ugh!”

  “Silence,” he ordered in French. “Si tu restes juste comme ca, je te donnerai quoi tu veux.”

  If you stay just like this, he said, I will give you what you want.

  I gritted my teeth.

  Two slaps landed in quick succession.

  “You took me in your mouth without permission.”

  Slap.

  “Splayed your naked body on a public beach for my pleasure.”

  Slap.

  “You begged me to dominate you, to take your pleasure and make it all mine.”

  Slap, slap.

  I was panting heavily now, like a feral animal and my wetness was coating the inside of my thighs, pooling on the silk sheets.

  He paused for a long beat, his fingers still inside me and his thumb poised just over my clit.

  “You seduced a taken man.”

  My racing heart tripped over itself and I lost my breath completely. Shame swirled with my desire until they formed something new, something brighter and more powerful. It built up in my pulsing body until my tongue throbbed with my confession.

  “Yes,” I groaned. “I did.”

  “Good girl,” he crooned.

  He pulled his fingers from my clenching sex and I opened my mouth to scream at him to put them back but his words interrupted me.

  “Would you do it again? Seduce a taken man, give him your sweet pussy and let him make you his?” he asked.

  The blunt edge of his erection brushed against me and I bucked back against my bonds in a desperate attempt to get him inside me. I was so close to orgasming. All I needed was one of those beautiful gusts of his cool breath against my heat and I would have shattered.

  “Don’t make me ask you again.”

  Slap, slap.

  I groaned raggedly, too aroused to worry if I sounded sexy or not.

  “Yes
!” I hissed. “I would do it again, and again and –” My litany was cut off with a hoarse shout as he thrust inside me to the hilt.

  My sightless world erupted in pinwheels of brilliant color as I fell completely into the darkness, free falling past the bold shards of my devastating desire. I vaguely felt Sinclair’s fingers tighten on my hips, his length dragging deliciously, almost too roughly against my firing nerve endings and his almost silent shout of release before I blacked out.

  Chapter Thirteen.

  I fidgeted in my chair, trying to take the pressure off my pleasantly sore backside. Though the chairs in the café were padded, I could still feel the warm pain and each movement I made forced my thoughts back to last night, to the things Sinclair had done to me.

  I looked up from my half eaten bagel to find him staring at me with a raised brow from across the table. He was speaking with Richard Denman and Robert Corbett about the resort they were in the process of securing, a place twenty minutes down the beach that had been abandoned due to financial strain. Sinclair had shown me pictures yesterday and I had to agree with his instincts; the thick slice of land right on the white sand beach was well worth the price.

  I took a sip of my latte and deliberately allowed the foam to kiss my top lip. As I watched him, my tongue made a slow sweep across my mouth. His other eyebrow joined the first, marring his usually fathomless expression. I laughed softly and broke eye contact, turning to the left to see Candy observing us. Immediately, I ducked my head and fought the blush crawling across my skin.

  Her hand found mine on my thigh and squeezed lightly. “You look as though you’ve enjoyed your trip, Elle.”

  “I have, very much.” I nodded but refused to meet her eye.

  There was no doubt in my mind that she knew about my holiday affair with Sinclair but I didn’t want to make her anymore uncomfortable with the knowledge of it.

  “So has Sinclair.”

  She nodded her head towards the Frenchman now locked in a heated debate with Duncan Wright. Well, Duncan was heated, speaking animatedly with his hands while his mouth twisted around his frustrated words. Sinclair just sat there with his hands placed loosely on the table, posture straight but professional, not hostile under Duncan’s anxious focus. I scoured his face for clues and found nothing but calm.