Six Nights of Sin- The Complete Series

by Ellis O Day

  “Nick, please.” She couldn’t take this anymore.

  He froze. “What did you call me?”

  “Master, please.”

  “That’s better.” He slapped her butt, hard.

  She jumped but her pussy quivered for him, wondering what it’d feel like to get a slap like that when he was inside her. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her ass flush against him, his hard length pressing into her backside.

  “Should I forgo the bath and get straight to the fucking?” He rubbed himself along her and she bit her lip to stop from moaning.

  Her entire body screamed for her to say yes, but this was his fantasy and she wanted to please him. “No, Master. Please. I’ll do anything but please leave me be.”

  He stilled, his hands loosening. “Stand up.”

  She straightened but didn’t turn around, hoping she hadn’t made a mistake and ruined his game.

  “You don’t understand.” He leaned close, whispering in her ear. “I bought you. I own you. I will fuck you.”

  She shivered. It was because she couldn’t wait but it could’ve been in fear. “Please, Master. I…I don’t—”

  He stepped back. “Turn around.”

  She turned, keeping her eyes downcast to try and hide her desire.

  “Are you a virgin?”

  She shook her head.

  “Good. Virgins are horrible fucks.”

  “I…I’ve only…once.”

  “Damn. I figured you’d been ridden hard. Innocents usually cost more.” He lifted her chin. “What else have you done?”

  She shook her head. “Nothing. I…only that one time.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “No. It hurt.”

  “It’ll only hurt this time if you want it to.”

  Her eyes flew to his. “Why would I want it to hurt?” That was a legitimate question.

  He leaned so his lips were at her ear. “Pain and pleasure go together. I’ll make sure to teach you that.”

  “Please, Master, can’t I serve you some other way. I don’t—”

  “Enough. Turn off the water.”

  She did.

  “On your knees,” he said.

  She knelt in front of him, her gaze wandering up his muscular thighs to his cock. He was so close she could smell his arousal—musky, earthy male. She wanted to unzip his pants but she was his slave and this was his fantasy, so she waited for his command.

  “Take off my pants.”

  She almost smiled but she remembered she should be pretending to be nervous. She was this man’s property.

  “Now. My next punishment won’t be a swat on your ass.”

  She made her hands shake as she unbuttoned his pants and then slowly unzipped them. She tried to look nervous but she was sure her eyes were filled with anticipation. She slid his pants and underwear down his slim hips being careful of his rock-hard penis.

  He walked over to the tub, his cock leading the way. He glanced at her as he lowered himself into the bath. He nodded at his empty glass on the bathroom counter. “Get me another drink.”

  Her heart stuttered in disappointment and she almost glared at the smug look on his face. He knew exactly what she’d wanted and he’d denied her. Well, she’d play that game too. She went into the living room and poured him a scotch.

  “Bring in a chair,” he yelled from the bathroom.

  She grabbed a chair from the table before returning.

  “You’re doing much better at following commands. It seems a little spanking helps.” He held out his hand and she gave him his drink. “Wash me.”

  She started to move the chair over by the tub.

  “No. Leave the chair where it is. Lean over the tub as you wash me.”

  If she did that, her breasts would be at face level. Her nipples hardened to the point of pain. She picked up the wash cloth and soap and moved to the tub.

  She positioned herself behind his back and dipped the cloth into the water by his side. He was leaning against the tub, sipping his drink. She wrung out the rag and soaped it up. She started on his shoulders. His body was so different than hers, hard and strong. She ran the cloth over his skin and used her fingers to massage the tension from his neck and shoulders.

  “Ah, Sarah, you’re very good at this.” He leaned forward, giving her better access and she trailed her fingers down his spine, making little circles at each juncture. She put pressure with her thumbs and he moaned. She’d paid attention during her massages, although she’d never had a sensual one like this.

  She finished his back and walked over to the counter and got the shampoo. She held it up and he nodded, his eyes hooded as he studied her nakedness. Her nipples puckered as his eyes raked over them and he smiled, pure male, pure masculine and her body responded by becoming wet again and ready for him.

  She grabbed the cup that was on the bathroom counter and carried that along with the shampoo and conditioner to the tub. She ran water in the cup and started to walk behind him, but he leaned forward, his face even with her breasts.

  “This’ll be easier.” He tipped his head, his cheek brushing against her nipple and she couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her lips. She wanted more than his cheek, but this was his fantasy, his game and even if it killed her, she’d play.

  She soaked his hair and then added the shampoo massaging his scalp. His hair was thick and heavy and felt glorious under her fingers but she wanted to get on with washing the rest of him, so she hurried and rinsed his hair, adding the conditioner and rinsing again. She went behind him, re-soaped the rag and started on his arms. She loved his muscles—the strength it took for him to hold himself above her and plow into her over and over again. These arms, these muscles should get a medal. She smiled slightly. Maybe the medal should go to his penis but the arms deserved something.

  She scrubbed his chest, her hands lingering around his nipples making him suck in his breath. She placed the washcloth on the side of the tub. “Done, Master.”

  “You are not done.”

  “Please Master, I…I don’t want—”

  “Wash all of me, Sarah or do you want another spanking?”

  She did but this wasn’t the time. He was extremely aroused, his cock jutting below the water. “No, Master.” She picked up the wash cloth and moved to the front of the tub where she took her time, washing his feet, calves and thighs, touching everything but what he wanted her to touch. She was really beginning to enjoy this teasing.

  “Enough, Sarah.”

  Her eyes flew to his. He couldn’t stop now. She hadn’t touched him yet.

  “All of me.” He raised his brow and she almost sighed in relief but instead she cast her eyes down and tried to flush but it wasn’t easy to turn red on command.

  She let her hand, with the washcloth, glide into the water to his thigh and then upward. His breath caught in his throat as she wrapped her hand around his dick and began to rub up and down. “Like this, Master?”

  He tipped back his head. ”Yes. Exactly like that but tighten your grip.”

  She did and then she moved the washcloth to his balls while her other hand stroked him in long, firm strokes, letting her thumb caress the tip on each stroke.

  “Fuck.” He grabbed her hand, stopping her. “Enough.” He stood and got out of the tub. “Dry me.”

  He was naked and painfully aroused and she was wet and ready. It wouldn’t be long now. She grabbed a large towel and ran it over his face and down his chest and back, not spending too much time anywhere. None of those body parts – although glorious—were where she wanted to focus. She stepped closer, and wrapped her towel covered hand around his penis. He stared down at her, his breathing shallow and his eyes black.

  He took the towel from her and gently pushed her back a step. He grabbed the chair, pulling it close and sat, dropping the towel on the floor. “On your knees.”

  She could barely contain her grin as she knelt between his knees, his erection bobbing in front of her.


  “Suck me.”

  “Master…I…” She licked her lips and he inhaled sharply. “I don’t. I’ve never.”

  “It’s easy enough. Put your mouth around my dick and suck.”

  She leaned forward, touching him only with the tips of her lips.

  “Open your mouth and take me inside.”

  She licked off the musky pre-cum and then sucked him into her mouth, running her tongue along him.

  “Suck.” His hand tangled in her hair and he shoved her down on him.

  She opened more, taking as much of him inside as she could. He groaned and his hips thrust upward when she moved downward on him. His penis hit the back of her throat but she managed not to gag. He was lost in the pleasure and she didn’t want to stop him so she sucked harder.

  His hand yanked on her hair, jerking her off his cock. She expected him to grab her and fuck her but his hand replaced her mouth and he stroked himself.

  “Shut your eyes,” he gasped.

  “What?” She was confused.

  “Fuck. I’m coming.” His other hand came out and covered her eyes as he ejaculated on her face. His cum hitting her in hot, gooey streams. His hand dropped away from her but she didn’t move. His sperm was dripping off her face and she felt so…ashamed...so humiliated. A small sob slipped past her lips.

  “Sarah,” his voice was soft.

  “Yes…Ma…Master.” She was trying hard not to cry.

  “Fuck that. Sarah, look at me.” He was kneeling by her but she still didn’t open her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but cat litter. Your safeword. We’re not playing right now.” He brushed her hair away from her face, wiping off some of his cum. “Look at me.”

  She shook her head. If she did, he’d see the tears in her eyes.

  “Damnit, open your eyes and look at me.” He shook her gently.

  She did.

  “Oh, honey. I’m sorry. Don’t cry.” He grabbed the wash cloth and wiped her face before picking her up and pulling her onto his lap as he sat on the chair. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  She shook her head. Not physically.

  “Then why are you crying? If you don’t like facials, we won’t do them. Okay?”

  She nodded.

  He kissed her cheek. “If it didn’t hurt, will you tell me why you’re crying?”

  She rested her head against his shoulder. “Why did you want to humiliate me? I never did any…” She sobbed. She’d trusted him, but he was no different than Adam, not at the core where it mattered. He didn’t care if he hurt her.

  “Oh, baby no. I didn’t want to humiliate you. That’s not why I did that.” He tipped her chin up and stared at her until she met his gaze. “I’d never do that. Never.”

  “Then why?”

  “Because it turns me on, but not because I see it as humiliation but”—his thumbs caressed her cheek—“you’re so beautiful and…this is kind of my way of making you mine.”

  “Branding me.”

  He grinned sheepishly. “Kind of, yeah. I like to see my cum on you.” His eyes darted to her breasts. “On your body and your face. It’s hot.”

  “You really like it.” She didn’t understand that at all.

  “Yeah. You do it to me too.”

  “What? No…”

  “When I eat you out, my face is full of you. Even after I wash, I swear I can still smell you on me.”

  Now, her face heated. “I’m sorry. I—”

  “Don’t be sorry. I love it. It’s you and it proves you’re mine…at least for that moment.”

  “Oh.” She wasn’t sure what to say.

  “But this…all this is for us to experiment and do things we both like. So, we won’t do facials again.”

  “I..I…thank you.” She met his eyes. “I might be oaky with it later, but I’m not sure yet.”

  “Take your time.” He stood, placing her on the chair. He removed the stopper from the tub. “I’ll be right back.” He returned with a drink for her and another for him. He plugged the tub and began filling it with water again. “Are you okay with me cumming on other parts of you, besides your face? If you’re not, that’s okay, but I need to know.”

  She took a large gulp of her drink. “Yeah. I guess that’d be okay.”

  He smiled and kissed her. “That’s my girl.” He took her hand. “Come on. It’s time for your bath.”

  “Yes, Master.” She stood.

  “No. We’re done with that for tonight.” He picked her up and gently placed her in the tub. He knelt at the side and soaped the rag. He kissed her. There was no hunger to it, only comfort and a hint of attraction, a hint that there would be more soon.

  He washed her face and then her hair, massaging her scalp. She tipped back her head, his fingers were magic. He rinsed her hair and then picked up the rag, trailing it over her as his hands worked out the tension in her shoulders. She sipped her drink and drifted in and out, feeling nothing but the soothing caress from his strong hands, until they roamed around to her front. His touch became less about comfort and more about arousal as he washed her breasts, playing particular attention to her nipples. The rough cloth making them pucker. She squeezed her legs together, eager for his touch elsewhere. Men should have more hands.

  He kissed her cheek and she felt him smile as his hand drifted lower, missing her pussy and massaging her thigh. She couldn’t help it, she moved toward his hand.

  “I have to wash your other leg first, baby.” There was amusement in his voice. “Patience.”

  She turned and kissed him. “Please, Nick.”

  He deepened the kiss as he rubbed the cloth over her mound. She moaned into his mouth and he stroked back and forth, the cloth making an incredible friction and then the cloth was gone and it was only his lovely hand. He dipped his finger inside her and thrust. She dropped her drink and grabbed his arms, not to stop him but to hold on. She’d been so ready before that she was almost gone now.

  “That’s it, baby.” His other hand caressed her breast as he thrust another finger inside her and his thumb caressed her hard little nub.

  “Oh, oh Nick.” She was almost there, she pushed against his hand. She wanted more but she was so close.

  He lowered his other hand and gave her clit a tiny pinch, sending electricity shooting through her. Her hips flew up, rocking and he kept thrusting as she rode his hand.

  When she was done, and had flopped back against the tub, he lifted her out, steadying her on her feet before drying her with a fresh, soft towel. He carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed, getting in beside her and pulling her close.

  CHAPTER 4: SARAH

  When Sarah woke, Nick was leaning up on an elbow watching her.

  “You’re back.” He grinned, obviously proud that he’d knocked her out.

  She couldn’t help but smile at him. “Yeah.” She trailed her finger over his bicep. “What time is it?”

  “About ten.”

  “Early still.” She was glad. She’d have regretted sleeping the night away. She kissed his chest. “What do you propose we do?”

  His eyes darkened but he only stretched out on his back, pulling her close. “Tell me why the facial bothered you so much?”

  “I already told you I felt humiliated.” She stiffened in his arms but he didn’t let go.

  “I get that, but you were really upset.” He turned on his side so he could look her in the face. “Has someone humiliated you before?”

  “Not like that. It wasn’t sexual.” She frowned as he continued to stare at her, expecting more. “It’s personal, Nick and we’re not supposed to do personal.”

  “Fuck Ethan and his rules.” He got out of bed.

  She missed his warmth, the safety she felt in his arms.

  He grabbed the sheet, wrapping it around his waist. “I want to know what happened to you. I don’t give a shit about the rules. We’re past that. Aren’t we?”

  Her breath hitched in her throat. She needed the rules. They were
all that was keeping her heart safe. “It’s nothing. Really.”

  “Then tell me.” He sat next to her.

  He’d been so kind and so dear. She couldn’t deny him anything right now. “Okay. I’ll tell you but no questions afterwards.”

  “Fine.” His eyes narrowed.

  “Promise?” She didn’t want twenty questions from him and there’d be more after she told him.

  “As long as you tell me what happened.”

  “I will.” This wasn’t going to be easy. “I think you’re going to be disappointed. It’s nothing like you’re probably thinking.”

  “Just tell me.”

  She sighed. “I was in love with a man.”

  “Figures.”

  “It was a long time ago. We started dating in high school.” She stared past Nick and into her memories. “He was my first real boyfriend.”

  “He was your first?”

  She blinked, seeing Nick again. “Yes.”

  “And he hurt you.”

  She touched his hand that was fisted in the blankets. “Not like that. Let me explain. Things were good. Great even and then we graduated. Adam joined the army and I went to college. I saw him again after basic training and…and things were different. He was different.”

  “How?”

  “He didn’t want to spend much time with me. He hung out with his friends a lot and I couldn’t understand. I still loved him, but…” She wiped a tear off her cheek. “I was stupid.”

  “We’re all stupid at that age.” He cupped her face in his hands and gave her a soft kiss.

  “Adam left again and I wrote to him every day. He didn’t write back often, but he did write me. And then he was coming home on leave. He called and said we needed to talk.”

  “Ouch.” Nick moved onto the bed and pulled her close.

  “Yeah. I should’ve known what that meant.” She laughed a little. She’d been so naive. “But I didn’t. I was so excited, I thought he was going to propose.”

  “Oh, shit.” He kissed the top of her head.