Sins of Seven Series 1-3: Boxed Set

by Dani René

  “Elijah?” Her voice is tentative behind me, and I turn to find my beautiful toy leaning against the door jamb. She’s perfect. Every inch of her is utter perfection. No other woman has gripped me the way she has. She’s dressed in a pair of shorts that cause me to grow hard in my slacks, the material hugs her hips, and stops just under her ass offering me a view of her slender, yet toned legs. Almost a look of innocence, if not for the color of lust she wears on her torso. She must’ve been working out because of the tiny sports bra that cups her breasts, which only serves to send a wave of lust through me.

  “Toy, come here,” I command, and she obeys. Her bare feet pad over to me in tentative steps. Long lithe legs taunt me from the bottom of her shorts, as she settles on my desk. My home office is the only place I allow work to enter my home. Having her here is still so new to me. She swings her legs like a little girl. Her eyelashes bat playfully and her mouth is pouty, with full lips, and I now find myself rock hard.

  “What are you doing?” she questions innocently, but I know there’s nothing innocent about this woman. Something’s on her mind. She hardly comes into my office, unless I summon her. Unless she’s finally going to give me the whole truth.

  “I was working, but my mind got distracted. Why are you walking around in your panties?” I ask, tugging on the tiny blue shorts she wears.

  “They’re yoga shorts. I was working out in the cinema,” she informs me.

  “Do you want to be my little girl?” I ask.

  She nods, pushing her lower lip out in a pout, which only further hardens my dick. Jesus, this woman will be the end of me.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she mumbles in her sweet voice.

  “Take those fucking panties off and sit on my lap.” My words are brisk as I order her around. My gaze drinks her in reverently as she slips from the mahogany top and slides the tiny blue panties down her legs. She’s bare underneath, gifting me a view of her smooth little cunt.

  I love my toys bald, smooth to the touch because when I’m devouring them, I want to taste their essence. I want the roughness of my stubble on those lips, causing friction to turn them into whimpering dolls.

  Once she straddles me, I look up at her. Our gazes sear through each other. There’s definitely something on her mind, I can see it in her eyes. She’s like an open book to me. I can read her effortlessly. That’s what I love, knowing her innermost thoughts, fears, and that’s what makes a good Dominant. Being able to tell what your submissive is feeling by casting a quick glance in their direction.

  “Do you like when Daddy uses your holes?” She nods in response, earning her a swift spank on her pert ass. “Words, Gia.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she pouts. Her face turning almost petulant and I hold back the urge to chuckle.

  “Good girl. Rub your cunt on my crotch.” Her hips roll at my order, causing me to groan in pleasure. Her heat is addictive. Her body moves over me and I grip her hips to hold her still. I’m dying to fuck her, to fill her with my release, but I need time to properly show her she can trust me.

  “Daddy,” she whines, earning her another spank.

  “I want you to sit on the desk. Spread your legs as wide as they will go.” She moves swiftly. Her body is quickly perched on my desk and her heels are up on the top, with those beautiful thighs open lewdly to my hungry gaze.

  I lean in, my chair putting me at the perfect height. My tongue laps at her pink flesh. Her arousal drips like honey onto my tongue, my chin, and I savor it. Lifting my gaze, I meet her lust-filled one and offer a smirk before I dip my tongue into her core.

  She cries out profanities, which only makes me lick her faster. Taking two fingers, I slide into her, crooking them against the soft spot which has her begging for more, for an orgasm, but I shake my head. With my fingers fucking her, I reach down with my free hand and pull out my cock, fisting it in sync with the way I move inside her.

  “Please, please, Daddy,” she pleads, her voice driving me insane, her body bucking against my face. Tonight, she’ll give me all. As I will offer her the truth. There’s something more I need to do, but before I can, we need to lay our cards on the table. I’m not leaving her, no matter what she tells me.

  I feel her cunt pulse around my digits and I pull them from her immediately. “Be a good girl and breathe,” I tell her. Making sure she’s almost relaxed, I rise and slap my cock on her clit. The movement making her curse me, only earning her a chuckle.

  “Please,” she asks, looking at me with a teary gaze.

  “Tell me. I want to know what you’re hiding,” I say, slipping the crown of my cock up and down her drenched slit. “I need to know why you’re not being honest with me.” My words are low, husky. I taunt her with the tip of my shaft, slipping it in a small inch before pulling out again.

  “I don’t know what—”

  Without waiting for her to continue, I slam into her hole, causing her to scream my name. I pull out again, knowing she’s needy, I smile as she bares her teeth at me. Once again, I taunt her clit by spanking it with my hand this time, making her scream. Her head drops back, and I know she’s teetering on the edge. Just where I want her.

  “Please—”

  “Tell me, Gia,” I order, offering another harsh swat on her clit, making her whole body tremble. She’s gripping her ankles so tight I’m sure she’ll be bruised. Another swat and another. Her pussy is turning red and my dick is leaking arousal. It needs inside her, but I want answers.

  “I’m going to a psychiatrist,” she admits finally. Something I’m not shocked over. I figured after what she’d been through, there would be need for specialist help.

  “Why?” I ask, slapping her clit once more. Her thighs shudder, her hands are clawing at my desk now, and her hips are bucking up toward me, but I don’t allow her to take pleasure.

  “I’ve had nightmares, since I was a teenager. They come in spurts,” she rattles off quickly. “I… He says it’s my fear of being alone. My… I can’t be alone,” her confession is mumbled, but I hear every word. Even the one’s she doesn’t say. And my heart drops to my stomach. It’s not some childish fear, it’s deep rooted. Her pain is mine. I feel it down to the marrow in my bones.

  Guilt weighs on me then and I gently connect us. Her body accepts me into its heated depths. Once I’m fully seated, I lock my gaze on hers. “Do not ever be afraid again, I’m never leaving you. Do you understand me?” She has nothing more to fear because I’m here now and I will not walk away from her. I don’t think I have the ability to.

  I don’t move. She doesn’t shift. It’s as if time stopped and the only two people who can make it come alive again is us. My toy and me. She and her Daddy. I’ve always thought of myself as a loner, but with her in my life, I know I’m where I belong. I’m hers.

  Losing the love of my life caused me to push everyone away, I didn’t want to say those words to anyone again. The women I fucked were merely holes for pleasure. Nothing more. But now, looking at Gia makes me realize I can say it again and there’s nothing wrong with feeling it again.

  “I love you, Gia.” The truth tumbles free. She watches me for a moment, her breath catching in her throat and her tight little pussy pulsing around my shaft. I’m hard. Rock fucking solid. I move then, it’s slow, sensual. This is not us fucking, this is not a Dom and his sub. This is a man and a woman who love each other.

  When she smiles, my heart thuds, banging against my chest. She doesn’t utter the words back to me, but I know what she needs. Time. My hips move then. My pace is torturous. Slow and methodical. Back and forth. In and out. I’m hers. All hers.

  I’ve laid my cards out on the table, now it’s her turn. She claws at my back and I reach for her legs, wrapping them around my waist. I lift her from the desk and shift to the wall, pressing her against the dark paint. Her creamy skin is such a contrast to her dark hair and the concrete behind her.

  No words. Only actions. I slam into her. I fuck her. Pulling out, and driving back in, I hit her deep, knocking
the breath from her as I take her. My hands grip her ass, squeezing hard until she’s crying out. I know she needs this. It’s her outlet.

  Her nails dig into the skin on my shoulders and I’m sure she’s drawing blood, but I don’t care. I shift my hand closer to the ring of muscle that I want to fuck violently and slip a finger into her. No lube. No preparation. Her eyes snap open and her mouth drops wide in a cry that is wretched from her core.

  “Daddy,” she hisses as I fuck both her holes. “I need… I want…”

  “Come on my fucking dick, Toy,” I grunt. My mouth finds purchase on her neck, my teeth biting down hard, causing her to pulse around me. Her body flutters with her orgasm, which milks my own release from my balls, and I empty myself inside her.

  We’re silent in our euphoria. Connected in our pleasure. And brutal in our love.

  I know she loves me. I see it when she looks at me. I’ve only ever seen one other woman look at me like that. And she’s dead. It’s time to move on. Time to love again. It’s in that moment I finally say goodbye to Raquel. Not only goodbye, but thank you. If it weren’t for her selfless behavior, I wouldn’t be here today.

  “I love you, Eli.” Gia’s words settle around my heart. I don’t look at her. I can’t. Not right now because she doesn’t know that the thought that’s racing through my mind in that moment will change both our lives.

  Tears, thick and heavy fall from my eyes and I keep my toy close. I hold her like she’s my lifeline in a rough sea. She’s the one who will keep me from the darkness and I’ll be the one to hold her above the depths. We anchor each other. And if either of us walks away, the other won’t survive.

  Leaving a note on the pillow beside her, I can’t help grinning because I know it’s going to leave her aching for more. That’s the idea. As much as I’m an asshole to her, I’m so in love with this woman, I want only the best for her. I want to care for her. Look after her. She’s my responsibility and no other man will gift her what I do.

  Walking through the house, I take in the space. As much as I love this house, I know it’s not a home. I want to give Gia that. But before we can even get there, I want to know what that asshole did to her. I wanted to talk through it with her last night, but after confessing our love, I didn’t want to taint that with the vile recollections I know haunt her.

  We can work together. We can heal together. Like a couple should. I want to know her mind, every dark corner of it, and when I learn the truth, I’ll shed light on her life. On her present, and on our future.

  Grabbing my briefcase, keys, and wallet, I turn to head out to the garage. My mind is on her. It’s been on her since the moment I first laid eyes on her. Somehow, as fucked up as it sounds, I know my wife sent her to me for a reason. For me to move on. And I’ve finally done it. But there’s one thing I need to do before I can give myself to Gia fully. It’s my final farewell. It’s time to go back, in order to move forward. So, I’ve planned the morning to let go of the past, to thank my wife for what she did, and to look to my future with the woman that’s stolen my heart right from under me.

  One thing I’ve been putting off for years, I must now face. It’s time. I need to do it. So, I get in the car and start the engine. The purr is enough to calm me for now. As the sun rises on the horizon, I see it as a fresh start. A new day. Smiling, I pull out onto the road and make my way to the place I haven’t visited since I laid Raquel to rest in the ground. I go now, to say goodbye.

  20

  Giana

  The sun streaming through the window warms me as I open my eyes to a new day. A smile curls my lips. My heart is light, free. I feel love cocoon me like never before. Last night when Elijah confessed he loved me, I didn’t respond immediately. I couldn’t. Not because I don’t, but because I was choked up with emotion so profound, words didn’t come to me.

  Rolling over in bed, I reach for Eli, but he’s already left and I find the sheets cold. For the first time in a long while, I know he’ll be back and I don’t for once doubt it. My hand finds a folded card on his pillow, and when I open it, my eyes devour the words eagerly.

  Gia,

  Last night was profound. It wasn’t something I take lightly. Uttering those words, confessing my love for you is no easy feat. I’ve not loved in a long time. I didn’t think I would again. I didn’t know if my heart would ever beat again, but you my sweet have brought it back to life.

  Each moment with you is different. It’s new. Refreshing. Something I need and want. We will heal each other. There is no easy path to find happiness, but I’m willing to walk it with you. I want us to entwine our lives together.

  I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to inch into your body with every thrust of my hips against yours. I want to take you into the darkness alongside me. Gia, I ache for you to stand on the very precipice of forever, of love, and find me beside you, holding your hand.

  Nothing else that’s happened between us matters. The past is just that. This morning, I’ve gone to do something I’ve needed to do for a long time. I’m finally letting go of the history I shared with someone else, in the hope that I can look to the future with you. Look to what we have now, and build that into something both of us need and want.

  The only thing I need is to feel you ride me through one violent orgasm after the next. The orgasms I give you. No other man. I will no longer share you. I can’t. You’re now in my heart, you’re embedded in my mind, and deep down, you know that my soul is yours. You’re mine.

  I want to feel your beautiful body crashing into mine like waves on the shore. I want to take full possession of you, to collar, leash, and claim you. Taking total ownership of your mind, body, and cunt. I want to lap at you for hours and feel your nectar drip, trickle, gush onto my tongue, my lips, my face.

  I want the sweet poison of your release in my veins as I am in yours.

  Now that you’re thinking of all the ways I’ll take you, I know you’re wet. Drenched for me. Stay that way. Do not touch yourself. Not even once. You’ll be mine tonight.

  Eli

  I smile, thinking about how my life has turned out. Spending years in hospitals, therapy sessions, and here I am. With a man who loves me. We may not have had the easiest start, but deep down I feel as if our forever will be happy. I never planned a future. Even when I was little, I didn’t think I’d ever have a family of my own, a white picket fence and a husband. Even if Eli and I never get married, if we just stay Dom and sub, I’ll know he loves me. He’s given me his heart as I’ve given him mine.

  Children flit into my mind then. I close my eyes and envision two little boys. Spitting images of Elijah. I’d like that and I find myself holding my stomach, rubbing small circles over it. I’ve been on the pill for as long as I can remember, and perhaps, now that we’re in a good place, I can talk to him about trying. The thought stutters my heart and I can’t help a lone tear of happiness trickling from my eye.

  Pushing off the bed, I head to the kitchen with my mind on a family, two children and a man who will grow old with me. I set my phone down and pad over to the coffee machine.

  Once it’s heating up, I grab eggs from the fridge, and pop bread into the toaster. Since Eli isn’t at work, and Oliver has Mira, I can take my time getting ready this morning. There aren’t any meetings, and if calls come through, I know Mira can handle it.

  The bread pops from the toaster and I prepare breakfast with a smile on my face. My phone buzzing from the countertop startles me, thinking it’s Eli, I swipe the screen, not looking before greeting the caller.

  “Hello, handsome.” I smile into the phone hoping to hear his thick, husky rumble.

  “I’m never far away, little one.” The voice that greets me instead is like ice over the warmth that Eli left in my heart. “Did you think running away and giving your slutty little body to someone else is acceptable? It’s not love, it’s lust.”

  “I walked out. This is over. I’m no longer yours, William.” My voice trembles with fear at the memorie
s of what he did to me. The images in my mind are violent, turbulent, but I force them away.

  “You can never leave me, whore. I paid for you. Do you remember that? Does he even know what you are? A paid fucking whore. Watch out, I’ll come for what’s mine. You.”

  The line dies leaving me in a cloud of terror. Eli can’t find out about what happened to me with this monster because he’ll want to hurt William, and I’m afraid that Elijah will be the one hurt. I don’t want him to know what horrors I faced. How broken I was when he left because guilt will weigh heavily on him. I ran, I fled, and even with Carrick’s help, I haven’t truly gotten away. Instead of escaping the monster, I’ve just been playing his game.

  Rage simmers in my blood. My fight or flight instinct tells me to run, to leave Elijah and allow him to find someone better. Deep down I know I won’t. Wrath, anger, revenge spur me on and I hit dial on Carrick’s number.

  “Gia,” he says, his English accent thick and heavy with sleep and I realize it’s early in the morning. “What’s wrong?” I hear him shuffling and I wonder if I’d disturbed him with one of his submissives.

  “I… Carrick, I need your help. It’s life or death,” I utter the words ominously.

  “Tell me where you are. I’ll come to you,” he responds. His voice sounds alarmed by my call, and I know he’s the only one who can help me out of this. There are secrets that Carrick holds about his past and about what he’s capable of that makes me sure he’ll be the only one who can take William down without being killed. The man who’s coming for me is dangerous, not only to me, but to anyone who stands in his way.

  “I’m at Eli’s house. Can I come to you instead?” I question, worrying my lip at the thought of having him here and Elijah walking in to me confessing my darkest secret. I’m already up the stairs and shoving off my panties and tank top while trying to listen to Carrick on the other end of the line.