Surrender to Sin (Fallen)

by Nicola Davidson

  “Sin?” said Devil, poking his head around the door. “Hurry up, Vice is asking for your opinion on two members. Seems an heir and spare both have a problem with Scots and maids who say no.”

  He scowled at Devil from across the room. “Who is the heir?”

  “Dunbar.”

  “Cancel both memberships immediately, and their father’s, too, no refund. Vice’s word is law on the floor, no questions asked. And for God’s sake, Dev, take a bath and shave. You have ink on your nose. Also, comb your damned hair and buy some new cravats, you look like you crawled out from under a bridge.”

  “I do?” said Devil, blinking as he pushed gold-rimmed spectacles higher up his nose with one finger. “Damnation. Eliza always used to remind—”

  Sin sighed as his friend’s words abruptly halted. “When are you going to stop being such a bloody numbskull and fetch your wife from the country? It’s painfully obvious you adore her, even if she is human rather than guinea or promissory note.”

  “On the contrary,” said Devil, his face and tone now frigid. “I do not. She was a mistake I cannot rectify, and her last letter indicates contentment, so mind your own business. Oh, and by the by, your countess has just arrived.”

  “She’s not my countess,” he replied, forcing himself to stroll rather than sprint toward the door.

  Devil snorted. “The harem swears differently.”

  “Christ Almighty. Is there no loyalty in the world anymore?”

  “Well, I do pay their wages and expenses. Plus, they inform me I am so kind and adorable that the hordes who claim I’m as black-hearted as my namesake must never have met me. I think it is the spectacles and ink spots.”

  “My stomach is officially churned. Go settle the accounts before I cast up mine.”

  With Dev’s mocking laughter following him down the hallway, Sin made his way downstairs to the side entrance foyer. A glance at the stately grandfather clock in the corner indicated it was a quarter to eight, and a smile tugged at his lips.

  Grace was early.

  Although Fallen opened to members at seven o’clock in the evening each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, it didn’t usually get frantically busy until after ten. Now was the perfect time for a tour, to perhaps see a performance or introduce her to the many different pleasure and fantasy rooms.

  “Hello, Sin.”

  She stood alone in a simple lavender evening gown, her blond curls fastened atop her head with an amethyst clip, small white teeth worrying her lower lip. Thankfully, her black and white satin demi mask sat securely in place as she took in the opulent surroundings, the exquisitely dressed and bejeweled members of the ton laughing and chatting as Diaz checked their tickets and masks at the door.

  “Welcome,” he said briskly, taking her gloved hands in his. “Don’t be nervous, although you’ll probably see some shocking things, for the men and women who pay to entertain themselves here have a wide variety of tastes and needs. But let me reassure you that all acts are consensual. No one, staff or guest, is under any compulsion to take part in or watch something they do not wish to.”

  Grace trembled, and he used a finger to lift her chin so her sapphire gaze met his. But there was no fear or revulsion there, just banked heat.

  “Sin,” she said quietly.

  “Yes, sweetheart?”

  “I couldn’t sleep last night. I couldn’t concentrate on anything today, even when Lord Baxter made an unexpected tea and lecture visit and stayed two blasted hours. Now I know what it feels like to come, I want…I want more.”

  When her voice trailed off, he leaned close and nipped the side of her throat, making her gasp.

  “Tell me what more means for you,” he murmured. “This won’t go any further, and it’s not like I’m in any position to judge, so you may as well unburden yourself.”

  “It’s shocking. I mean…not usual.”

  “Must I invoke penalties for coyness as well as tardiness?”

  A dark blush spread across her delicate cheekbones. “Very well. I want to watch. Other ladies, I mean. I want to watch them come, see what they look like, how they sound compared to me.”

  “Indeed?”

  She nodded, then buried her face in his shoulder. “I’ve never told anyone this, but years ago at my finishing academy, there was another student. A very pretty redhead.”

  Christ, yes. “Do continue, my dear. With no detail spared.”

  “Well…in secret, we used to practice kissing. For when we made our debuts and waded through countless male admirers, you see. Any spare hour we’d steal away, hold hands, and practice until our lips and tongues hurt.”

  “Go on. That is a mild confession.”

  “Ha! One evening she loosened my nightgown and kissed my breasts the way she kissed my mouth. I was shocked, but my nipples were so tender, and the way she licked and rubbed them with her tongue felt so good…I didn’t even think about stopping her.”

  Resisting the urge to adjust his hardening cock, Sin instead curved his hand around her waist, pulling Grace even closer. “Let me guess. All went well until your body demanded more.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, shivering. “When I got hot all over, and that throbbing and dampness started between my legs, I didn’t know why. I was confused and a bit frightened, and the guilt set in that another girl was touching me so intimately. So I pushed her away and ran, avoiding her completely until term break. Not long after, her family moved to Switzerland, so I couldn’t apologize or explore further.”

  “And I take it you’ve always regretted missing out on experiencing a girl sucking your nipples or fingering your pussy and making you come? And to do the same for her?”

  Grace sighed. “Sometimes I dream about it. What it might be like. And I want to know, I really do.”

  He stifled a guttural groan. Like a true masochist, he had to fucking ask, and this sweet, beautiful woman painted a picture of sensuality so erotic his engorged cock was about to split open his trousers. Well. This inequality simply wouldn’t do.

  “Come with me,” Sin said abruptly. “We’ll get to your redhead, but you clearly need more than what we’ve done so far.”

  “Are we starting the tour?”

  “In a manner of speaking,” he replied, tucking Grace’s arm through his and leading her across the marble floor and through the solid oak door leading to the private rooms. They walked along a long, narrow hallway, past several doors, until they reached a bolted one. Sin retrieved a brass key from his waistcoat pocket and unlocked it, then tugged her inside the large, candlelit space.

  Grace sucked in a sharp breath. “My goodness.”

  He inclined his head, finally regaining some control. “You asked me about toys the other day, this is what I meant. Everything is stored in this chamber: whips, crops, dildos, beads, balls, blindfolds, silken cord for restraints, feathers, costumes, masks, oils and lotions, crosses…all purchased weekly for our discerning guests.”

  “Are all these things used together?”

  “No,” said Sin, with a bark of laughter. “Although perhaps I might set that as a future challenge, everything in one night secures a life membership. With an audience to ensure the result is all above board, of course.”

  She blushed. “Do…do you have a favorite toy?”

  Sin tilted his head. “An excellent question, sweetheart. But I’d rather you look around and point out what interests you.”

  Her eyes widened, but the rampant curiosity that heated his blood reappeared, and she stepped past him to peruse the room. The wooden crosses and leather whips she passed without a second glance, instead pausing at the velvet-lined trays of gold-tipped, carved jade dildos. “Why are they all different sizes?”

  “Different sizes for different needs.”

  “Really? Surely no one would choose the small ones.”

  Strolling over, Sin halted behind Grace, pleased when she leaned back against him. “Those aren’t for your pussy, sweetheart, but your ass.”

 
“What?”

  “Our lady guests tell me that when they have a dildo inserted there, sensation everywhere else is heightened and their orgasm is twice as powerful and prolonged.”

  Grace visibly swallowed at his words, turning in his arms to give him that violently arousing look of blended desire and pleading. “Show me?”

  He smiled. “Your wish is my command.”

  …

  Just when she thought she couldn’t be any wilder or more wicked, Sin would introduce her to a new wonder. And if this evening successfully damaged her reputation and ended their affair, then by heaven she would indulge in everything possible beforehand. Create enough beautiful sexual memories to last a lifetime.

  Her breathing ragged with excitement, Grace watched him select one of the jade dildos and a clear glass bottle of pale golden oil. “Are we going to retire to a chamber?”

  “No time, pet. But I’d like to suggest a little game of anticipation. Should you win, you will have countless orgasms.”

  She wrinkled her nose suspiciously. That sounded entirely too easy. “And what does the game involve?”

  “Wearing this dildo inside you when we go out. No one will know but us, of course.”

  Sin’s tone was so casual, and his half smile indicated he fully expected her to decline. Well. Tonight there was a reckless moon rising, and Grace Lloyd-Gates Carrington would dance under it.

  “All right,” she said calmly. “You’ll need to put it in for me, though. Should I bend over? Or kneel on something?”

  His eyes widened, then closed briefly. “The table,” he said in a voice so hoarse, she smiled inwardly. “On your hands and knees.”

  Nodding, Grace hitched up her gown and scrambled onto the narrow wooden structure. There were a few ruby red satin cushions, and she tucked one under her knees, and the other under her elbows. Sin carefully scooped up her gown and rolled it so it fell in folds across her back, but left her bottom exposed to the cool air.

  There was a long pause, and she glanced over her shoulder uncertainly as embarrassment began to defeat confidence. “Well?”

  “Give me a moment. I’m admiring perfection and testing my own willpower.”

  Relieved, Grace wiggled her bottom mischievously and shifted on the cushion so her thighs were spread a little wider. Sweet heaven, he made her feel like the most beautiful and seductive woman in England. “Is that better?”

  Sin cursed, his breathing irregular, before one blunt finger began stroking her pussy, pushing past her labia and circling in the wetness there. But he didn’t venture inside her, even when she arched to give him greater access, just teased and rubbed until slickness decorated her inner thighs.

  “I’m going to start with my fingertip in your ass,” he said in a rough voice that somehow soothed and aroused. “It’s soaked in your juices so should be easy. When you’re ready, I’ll insert the dildo.”

  “I trust you,” Grace said huskily, arching her back in welcome. “Do it.”

  His finger delved again, this time trailing back and rubbing the moisture against the tight untouched opening, and she squirmed. How could that be such a pleasurable spot?

  “All right?” Sin murmured, as he pushed his fingertip inside her.

  “Ahhh,” she said, jerking.

  He stopped. “Does it hurt?”

  “No. I don’t know. It just feels so…so different. But keep going. Please.”

  Slowly, carefully, he scooped more moisture and rubbed and pressed, inching his finger a little more into her backside each time. It burned a little as he stretched her, yet the heated friction and sheer fullness when he thrust back and forth was so good it made her whimper, and soon her hips were grinding against him to intensify the sensation.

  “More, Grace?”

  “Mmmm,” she begged. “Yes. The dildo. Put it in me.”

  Another pause, the pop of a bottle uncorked, and a light stream of cool, citrus-scented liquid trickled onto her warm flesh. More pleasured whimpers escaped as Sin expertly prepared her back entrance with the oil, but the sound became a guttural groan when he began pushing the jade dildo inside her.

  Oh God.

  It was thicker than Sin’s finger, and shockingly different. Smooth and unforgiving, and lacking the skin on skin connection to Sin that she’d come to crave, the cold, cylindrical object forced her delicate inner walls to melt around it, tormenting her already stimulated flesh to breaking point.

  Writhing, desperate, Grace balanced on one elbow and lifted an unsteady hand to slide between her legs. Just one touch. One pinch of her clit and she would come so hard the Vauxhall Gardens fireworks would pale in comparison.

  Without warning, her world twisted and turned, and she shrieked in frustration at being swept off the table and set on her feet.

  “Sweetheart,” Sin chided, his eyes gleaming. “Surely you must know that touching yourself is cheating. Now, walk for me.”

  Shooting him a murderous look, Grace took her usual stride. And stumbled against him with a low cry, as the dildo shifted and sent a fierce jolt of agonizing pleasure through her body.

  “It’s too much,” she panted, when the throbbing eased to bearable. “I can’t.”

  “Incorrect. A lady of your mettle can achieve anything,” he replied, the brusque certainty in his tone curling around her heart, making her even wetter. “Around this room, then back down the hallway, and off we’ll trot to Vauxhall.”

  “Very well,” she said through gritted teeth, trying much smaller steps this time. Definitely better, although the pressure and fullness of the jade remained an inescapable, dizzying presence inside her.

  When Sin offered his arm she took it, and they walked slowly back through the foyer and outside to his waiting town carriage. The act of climbing two wobbling fold-down steps, and perching awkwardly on the luxurious cream leather squabs nearly broke her, but when the carriage lurched into a familiar swaying, rocking motion as it travelled down the uneven cobbled street, Grace gripped Sin’s hand with a brittle sob.

  Seconds later she lay back against the cushioned seat, one now slipperless foot balanced on the butter-soft leather, the other on the ground, her skirts around her waist and Sin kneeling between her spread thighs.

  “I’m sorry,” he said gruffly. “I’m a fucking idiot. It is too much with the carriage. Here, I’ll take the dildo out and—”

  “No.”

  Sin froze. “No? But you aren’t enjoying it.”

  Panting against the constant rocking stimulation, Grace managed to lift a hand and cup his cheek. “What I’m not enjoying is being empty when I could be crammed full with your cock. A toy isn’t nearly enough, not when you could be touching me…inside me. I need you. And I think you need me, too, judging by the bulge about to tear your trousers to pieces.”

  “I’ve been hard as fucking stone since you first walked into Fallen,” he bit out, his shoulders rigid with tension, his eyes glittering. “Do you even know how erotic the contrast was, that drab, loose mourning gown with your wicked laugh and minx tongue? I think of you even when I shouldn’t. Your scent…the way you taste…fucking haunts me.”

  Joy enveloped her, making her bold. “Well then,” she said softly, dropping her hand to stroke the soft, damp skin of her inner thighs, further encouraged by his ragged indrawn breath. “What are we going to do, when I’m so wet and you’re so very hard?”

  Sin unfastened his trousers and took his erection in hand, pumping it once, then again. His cock looked even thicker and longer than yesterday, the veins prominent and pearly moisture dripping from the swollen tip.

  “I just don’t know,” he said wickedly, trailing the head over her labia and clit, combining their juices until she moaned, surely loud enough for the driver to hear. Her core throbbed, the dildo seemed to throb, too, and she shuddered at the clawing hunger to feel him buried inside her at once.

  This was real. What she had been missing her whole life, and whatever happened with Lord Baxter, this would remain with her
for always.

  “Please,” she whispered. “I want it so badly. To be joined with you…a new memory to wash away those other years. Please, Sebastian. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

  Molten amber eyes met hers, and she cried out as he fitted the head of his cock to her pussy entrance and thrust deep and hard. The brutal movement ground against the dildo in her backside, stretching and filling her to an intoxicating point just below pain, the burn of the double penetration somehow heightening the shocking pleasure.

  “Come for me, darling. I want to feel your tight cunt milk my cock,” he growled, and she climaxed with a low scream, a violent, full body orgasm that broke her apart and yet mended her at the same time.

  But he didn’t pause, just continued the deliciously rough lunge and withdrawal in tandem with the rocking of the carriage, grinding the base of his cock against her tender clit and sending her tumbling into ecstasy again and again. Only after her third orgasm did Sin pull out of her body and come himself, long, warm spurts of creamy seed that thoroughly coated her mound and lower belly.

  “Fuck, Gracie,” he gasped, falling back against the corner of the carriage. If Grace had possessed the energy, she might have grinned at the stunned surprise in his eyes, the utter satiation. Not to mention her own glow at the nickname. No one had ever called her Gracie, and from his lips it turned her old fashioned name into something playful. Sensual. Special.

  “Shall I…um…” she ventured as the silence lengthened, only broken by uneven breaths and fabric rustling as Sin leisurely righted his clothing.

  “No. I’m savoring the view. If I were an artist I would paint you just so…sapphire eyes shining, pink and perspiring cheeks, legs spread wide to show your swollen, pleasured cunt and the dildo embedded in your ass, my come marking your skin. Christ. I’d call it ‘Wicked Angel or The Only Way to Travel.’”

  Grace blushed, feeling more beautiful in her disheveled state than she ever had in watered silk and jewelry. “I’m not sure they’ll let me into the Gardens in my current state, though.”

  “Good point. And if another man saw you like this, I would have to…”