Sins of Seven Series 1-3: Boxed Set

by Dani René

  “Stay still, can you do that?” he whispers in my ear. His seductive rumble shudders through me. I nod, biting on my lower lip when he reaches my panty-clad core.

  “Can I get you anything more?” Our waitress appears at the moment Nate’s index finger finds my clit. Nate’s deep dark eyes find my face, reading the pleasure written on my expression like an open book.

  “I think my pet would like a whiskey, I’ll have one too,” he tells her nonchalantly as his finger dips into my sodden core. My fingers grip the cloth covering the table, nearly ripping it off, along with the glasses and the empty wine bottle.

  “Sure, is that all?” Her gaze flits between us, but I can’t find words to respond. Nate’s finger dips inside me, the soft sound of his ministrations sound loud in my ears. “Are you okay?” Our waitress pins me with a questioning stare.

  “That’s all!” I cry out a little too loudly when Nate pumps a second finger into me, finger fucking me while the waitress stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind. It feels like I have because my orgasm hits as she pivots on her heel, speeding away from our table. Nate’s thumb finds my clit, swirling it like a toy, teasing and taunting it, causing me to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming. As I come down from the euphoric high, I find dark eyes watching me. He smiles. Silent. Deadly. He’s a predator and he’s caught me in his trap.

  “You remind me of a diamond—exquisite and resilient. Your radiance shines in a world dark with desire and lies. And even in the harsh light of our truths, where other’s fade, you shine. Come again for me,” he commands while his fingers take me higher, his words send me spiraling as I drench his fingers under the table in the middle of the restaurant.

  Shockwaves of pleasure shoot through me. Gently, he pulls his fingers from my core, drenched in my juices. Placing them in his mouth, he slowly sucks them clean with sinful need dancing in his eyes. The waitress sets our drinks down along with the check. She doesn’t speak, merely glances at us, then leaves with a tight smile pursed on her lips.

  “Drink that, quickly. We’re going home, I’m too hard to think straight right now, I need your sweet cunt on my dick.” His order comes harshly, and I recognize the beast from last night coming out to play. I down the shot, feeling the burn as it makes its way down my throat heating my stomach from the inside out. My skin prickles; goose bumps rise on my whole body.

  Nate throws a stack of money into the black leather bill folder where the check hides from my gaze. He picks up the tumbler and knocks it back before rising with his hand held out, which I accept gratefully. As I stand, my knees wobble from the orgasm that wracked through me only moments ago, mingled with the alcohol I’ve consumed. He slides his arm around my waist, pulling me into his body as if I’m his possession and letting me go isn’t an option. The thought sets my heart aflame, my soul alight, and my mind races with the possibility of it all.

  We make our way side by side toward the elevators. The ride down is drenched in silence, yet heavy with lust. When we reach the ground floor, the doors open and we step outside. The cool night air is chilly, but beside Nathan, I bask in the warmth he exudes. The valet brings the car around a few moments after we stepped outside. Once we’re in the car, Nate makes his way out onto the road. His concentration is in front of him and his hands don’t leave the steering wheel. I wonder if he’s frustrated or just turned on. I can safely say that I’ve never been so needy before. Not with any man, not even Carrick. The ride to the apartment block where Nate lives is quiet, filled with sexual energy so thick and dark my body shudders with need for it.

  He pulls up to a face brick building which isn’t as luxurious as mine, but still has an air of money wafting from the entrance with the doorman and security.

  “Come, my sweet slut,” he orders, the first words he’s spoken since he ordered me to down my drink. We head toward the back of the building itself and step into the waiting elevator. Once the doors slide closed with a soft whoosh, the car takes us up to the top floor where we step into a long, dark hallway. Apartment 423 greets us with its black wooden door.

  He unlocks it instantly, pushing it open for me to step inside. He follows, shutting the door behind us. When I hear the click, my anticipation seems to skyrocket and I’m already trembling. Tentatively, I step further into the living space and take in the modern furnishings.

  The open plan living room opens up into a kitchen, which is decked with silver appliances, and a black marble countertop. The sofas are midnight blue, almost black, and velvet, with an enormous white rug that covers most of the floor. A fireplace greets me on the wall opposite of the largest sofa. Everything is black and white. No color. Not even on the walls. I’ve never been inside a place that lacked so much color. I want to say something, but I don’t. Instead, I wonder how lonely he must be because this doesn’t feel like a home, it feels like a place someone lives in when they don’t plan to stay long.

  He steps up behind me, his body cocooning mine. “Come,” he murmurs in my ear, leading me toward the staircase which takes us up to the top floor. A short hallway boasts four doors. “I have two bedrooms, one guestroom and the main one which is en-suite. I’ll give you a tour later. I’m just too fucking hard to think straight right now,” he tells me with a rumble both feral and sexy.

  He leads me to the end where a door the color of the wine we drank at dinner awaits.

  “If you want to leave—”

  “I’m a big girl, Nate. I know,” I respond, cutting off his explanation.

  He nods, twisting the handle, he shoves open the door, allowing me to enter the so-called dungeon. The room is swimming in soft yellow lighting that’s both calming and peaceful. There doesn’t seem to be any windows I can see, but when he walks ahead and tugs on a white rope that hangs against the wall opposite the door, black material swishes in the silence and I’m met with the city lights, inky sky, and silver moon. The stars twinkle against the darkness. “Wow,” is the only response I utter. With the dim lights, the moon’s bright light, the room itself is lit, giving me a view of the beauty that lies within the darkness.

  “Take a look around. Ask questions. This…” he gestures around the room. “This is me.”

  5

  Nate

  She doesn’t respond. Instead, she looks around in wonderment, her blue eyes flitting across everything in the room. Having her here, in the room where I’ve brought so many slaves in the past makes me angry. I can’t explain it, but I want her to be the first.

  Anxiety still fills me. It’s the first time I’ve brought someone here after… Shaking my head, I attempt to focus on the here and now. On Eva. Her body moves through my space as if she were always meant to be here.

  For some reason, I need her to be the only one that’s ever been inside the one place where I feel myself. Where I don’t have to hide.

  Yes, visiting Seven Sins does allow me that, but deep down, I can’t unleash myself fully on the women there. This is where I rain down punishments, pleasure, and torture.

  Her body moves fluidly through my playroom and I can’t tear my gaze from her beautiful form. Her elegance is unparalleled. This is where she and I will enjoy each other one final time.

  My sacred space.

  The room itself is larger than even my bedroom. With the large oak bed against one wall, with four posts that allow me to bind a woman to each one while beautifully spread for my attention.

  The large windows that sit just beside it, the toys, St. Andrews Cross, even the Orgasm Tower, they’re all mine, custom made for me, materials, wood; I had a hand in selecting everything. The dressers along the opposite wall house my toys.

  The en-suite bathroom is decked out for any woman’s fantasies with creams, lotions, and body washes, bubble bath that’s scented to any emotion you’d need. I’ve made sure this place is a heaven and a hell.

  “I like this,” she murmurs thoughtfully, breaking into my train of thought. She trails her finger over the long wooden beam in the center of the r
oom. It’s got rungs where a metal chain can be fitted and moved higher or lower. In turn, soft leather cuffs hang from the metal where I’d love to have Eva bound and hanging limp for me to use her as I wish. Or cuffs which would fit just behind her ass, so she’s open and exposed to me. A spreader bar sits at the base for her feet, and a small clamp is perfectly positioned to hold a wand, for her pleasure or torture, depending on my mood.

  “We can try that, if you’d like to.”

  She turns, looks me dead in the eye, and smiles. “What made you ask for me last night?” Her question is curious, almost innocent. I can’t tell her. Can I? Would honesty make me lose her or bring her closer?

  “You’re beautiful. Why wouldn’t I want you?” I ask instead. Not giving her what I know I should. Without a response, she nods, reaching for the thin straps of her dress. She slips the material over the smooth golden skin of her shoulders, allowing the material to fall to the floor.

  Her body covered in black with those small gold bows. Her curves are exquisite. She steps out of her sandals, putting her at a small five four to my six feet, allowing me to tower over her easily. I watch her move elegantly around my playroom as she places her dress, folded neatly along with her shoes, in the corner near the door. The perfect damn slave. I can’t let her go. I have to, but I can’t. I refuse.

  When she rises and turns to me, she immediately drops to her knees. “Use me.”

  Those two words ensure that my cock is hard as steel behind the zipper of my slacks.

  “Look at me, Eva,” I command, low and dangerous. If she knew what I wanted to do to her, she wouldn’t have given in so easily. Her gaze drags up my legs, torso, and stops on my darkened glare. “Do you know what you’re asking of me?”

  She nods. Her legs shift, opening her thighs so I have a beautiful view of her panty-clad pussy. Her nipples are hard, peaking against the soft material that’s covering them. Her delicate nature doesn’t meld with the filthy woman baring herself to me.

  “What happened to you?” My question is filled with more emotion that I should allow. I can’t care about her. She’s a toy. Fun for tonight. I promised Carrick one more night. Fuck, I promised myself.

  “Make me yours,” she murmurs, and then, as if she can read my inner turmoil, she adds, “for tonight.” As if she’s already a part of me. Her gaze must recognize the emotions warring within my eyes. We watch each other for a moment. A predator, the prey, and a promise of something so much more if we are to do this. I know myself, I’m a greedy man, and she’s the ultimate prize. A poison that can turn my life upside down.

  All night, I’ve been at odds. I feel like I’ve lost my goddamn mind. Back and forth with what I should do and what I want. Her body trembles, and I know she wants me as much as I want her. It’s written all over her face. “Who hurt you, sweet slut?”

  “That’s not something a man like you would want to know, Sir. This is one night,” she tells me with confidence I doubt she really feels. Although her answer doesn’t tell me what I need to know, I don’t push. I haven’t claimed her, collared her. If she were mine, I’d punish her for disobeying and not telling me.

  However, she wants to play, so we’ll play. I crook my finger, calling her to me. She rises effortlessly to her feet and pads over to me. Gone is the woman that was dressed elegantly only moments ago. The person looking at me now is an innocent, sexy girl.

  “Take your underwear off,” I order while taking a small step back. I watch as she slips the scraps of material from her body. Once she’s completely naked to my gaze, I can’t help smiling. Every inch of her is perfection. I’m fully dressed, she’s bare to me. I grip her hands, tugging her over to the wooden beam that runs from the floor to ceiling in the center of the room. Reaching for the leather cuffs, I bind them around her wrists. “Have you ever played with toys? And I’m not talking about a vibrator?” I ask, looking at her.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I nod, pulling the metal chain, which in turn lifts her arms above her head, leaving her hanging from her wrists. Her toes just about touching the ground. “I’m going to test your level of pain and pleasure. After you leave here tonight, I want you to never forget this. It’s one night.” Once again, I affirm the lie that I know I’m spewing.

  She nods in understanding, but I notice the way her eyes gloss over with unshed tears. Turning away, I head to the chest of drawers in the corner and open the top drawer. Grabbing a butt plug, lube, and a few other toys I’m about to have fun with, I head back to Eva. Her body is incredible. Her ass is plump and curvy, perfect to mark with my hand print.

  Spinning her around, I help her to step onto a footstool, making sure she’s secure, I place a hand on her lower back which juts her ass toward me.

  “I’m going to put a butt plug in this luscious ass now,” I tell her, keeping my voice low and calm. Once I’ve got enough clear liquid on the small silver plug, I spread the cheeks of her ass, emitting a low growl when I find her perfect puckered hole. “Have you had a cock in this hole, sweet slut?” I grunt out, twisting the metal against the ring of muscle.

  “No, Sir,” she murmurs, whimpering as I slowly tease it against the tight hole that’s tempting me as it opens for my toy. As it slips into her body, she moans seductively. The heart-shaped jewel on the end of the plug shimmers in the dimly lit room. I rise, turning her to face me again.

  Reaching behind her, I grab the clamps, which are attached to a chain. Three small rubber tipped metal clamps for her nipples and her clit. Leaning in, I suck one pebbled bud into my mouth, grazing my teeth over the taut rosy flesh. Once it’s hardened beautifully, I clamp it, causing her to moan and shudder.

  I copy the action on the other side, toying with her other nipple. Once both her sweet nipples are clamped, I kneel before her. Lifting my eyes, I meet her glistening cunt. I reach with one hand, spreading her smooth lips, seeing the tiny pink nub. As soon as the rubber pins her clit, she cries out.

  “Please, Sir!”

  “What? Tell me what you need?” I grunt, my desire is spiraling as I watch her shudder.

  “I need to come, please?” she pleads, her words pained as her head drops back. Her pain threshold is perfect, not many women enjoy a clamp on their clit. Once I’m at full height, I kick the chair from under her feet, causing the chains to clink and tug on her nipples. “Oh, God, please?”

  Ignoring her, I grab the spreader bar, and fasten her ankles to either end. When I’m done, I admire my handiwork. The woman is utter perfection. I don’t know how I’ll ever replace her. I’m about to blindfold her, but when she glances at me with those ocean-colored pools, I know I need to see them. To have her eyes on me.

  Picking up the leather flogger, I stroll around her, feeling her gaze on me until I’m behind her. “You know, sweet slut, since last night when I fucked this sweet cunt,” I raise my hand, allowing the tips of leather to kiss her porcelain skin. “I can’t get it out of my mind.” My words cause goosebumps to rise on her flesh. “I’ve been needing another taste. Another feel of your silky, warm hole,” I growl, lashing her again and again. A whimper, soft and dick-hardening, falls from her mouth.

  “Sir, Nate, please. Please?”

  I reach her front again, lashing her with another swat right on the glistening core of her body. Which causes her to tug on the cuffs, her legs trembling, her sweet juices fill the air, and I inhale, taking my fill of her scent.

  “Please? I love when you beg, slut. It makes me rock hard. Ready to drive into your cunt,” I say, smirking with intention in my expression. “Did you enjoy being fucked in front of those perverts last night?” I ask, causing her cheeks to darken in embarrassment at my question. I know she did. She gets off on the humiliation the way I do. Each moment that passes, the war in my mind seems to lean toward keeping her.

  “I need you please!” she begs again, pinning me with a pleading gaze. Her words are fuel, her body is temptation, and her pussy is my new addiction. Dropping the flogger, I shove my slacks off along
with my dark blue boxer briefs. Her gaze falls on my erection, widening when she sees the angry thick steel.

  Leaning down, I undo the spreader bar from her ankles and grip her ass. Her legs wrap around my waist, her drenched pussy at my cock. With one thrust, I’m balls deep inside the most decadent body I’ve ever come across. Her slick walls grip me, pulling me in deeper. Her tits bounce with each plunge inside her.

  “Did you, sweet slut? Did you like being mine while others watched?” I growl; my words are breathless as I take her. “Tell me!”

  “Yes! I did,” her confession turns me rabid.

  “You love being a slut for me. A filthy sweet slut. Don’t you?”

  “Yes, yes, please, please!” Words fall from her mouth, mumbles of unintelligible pleading. My hips drive up into her, slamming into her body. Needing her. Claiming her. Wanting more than anything to own her. To see her kneel with my collar around that slender, delicate neck.

  “Look at me, slut,” I grunt, thrusting so deep she cries out. Her gaze snaps to me; her arms flail as I fuck her, lifting her into the air. “I want you. Be mine.” I shouldn’t have said it, but the words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

  “Yes, I will. I want to. I want you.”

  “Good girl. Tell me what you need?” I demand, my voice hoarse from the grunts, growls, and moans. Our wet skin slapping against each other is the only sounds along with her moans and mewls. Our bodies move together, her hips against mine.

  “Please, Sir. I need to come.”

  Her sweet plea sends my desire soaring as I reach for her clit, circling it, tugging the clamp and teasing and taunting it, until she’s pulsing around my cock.

  “Come for me, sweet slut. Come hard on your Sir’s cock,” I bite out, clenching my teeth to hold on until she’s found release. I don’t have long to wait because she’s right there. My spine tingles, my balls tighten, and my own orgasm fills her moments later. And I know, I’m fucked.