Six Nights of Sin- The Complete Series

by Ellis O Day

  “It gets worse.”

  “I’m sorry.” He lifted her chin and kissed her lips, gently. “But I’m glad he didn’t propose.”

  She smiled up at him and almost said me too, but the words froze in her throat. She wasn’t glad. She wasn’t. She’d loved Adam. She still loved Adam. She took a deep breath and looked back at her hand as it caressed Nick’s wide chest. “I met with his mother to help plan his surprise party.”

  “You didn’t tell his mom about your assumption, did you?”

  “No. Not at first.”

  He groaned.

  “She brought it up. She said Adam had told her he had big news. She was sure he was going to propose and that made me more sure.”

  He sighed and ran his hand up and down her back.

  “We threw a huge party. His mom wasn’t good at keeping secrets so pretty much everyone knew Adam was going to propose to me, and I was going to say yes.” She closed her eyes, pushing the humiliation away.

  “How bad was it?”

  “Pretty bad. He arrived with another woman.” She couldn’t stop the tears. It still hurt. “They’d obviously been together for a while. They were quite comfortable around each other.” She laughed but it was hollow. “She was the surprise for his mother.”

  “Asshole.”

  “He wasn’t an asshole. He was a young guy in love.” But not with her.

  “He was still an asshole. He should’ve told you.”

  “He did. He talked to Lisa, his girlfriend, and then came over to me. He tried to get me to go outside with him, to talk, but I refused to move. I knew he’d make me leave and I didn’t want to do that. I should’ve left but I felt so stupid. Everyone knew…” She took a deep breath. “It was so humiliating.”

  He kissed the top of her head.

  “Since I wouldn’t go outside with him, he apologized, but he said he was in love with Lisa. Then, he went back to his new girlfriend and she looked at me with pity. Not smugness or victory but pity. I hated her. If she’d been cocky or nasty it wouldn’t have been so bad…and then everyone else looked at me like that too. They tried to hide it, but it was there, lurking in their sad eyes and kind words.”

  “That son-of-a-bitch.” His arm tightened, smashing her against him.

  “No. He was young and I was stupid. I thought we’d be together forever. I ignored all the signs that he’d lost interest in me.”

  “He was still an asshole. He could’ve handled it better.”

  “I could’ve too.” She hadn’t told him the worst part and she wasn’t going to.

  “I’m sorry that happened to you.” He rolled on his side and hugged her.

  “I’ve never talked to anyone about that night.” She’d been too embarrassed to tell her sister although Maisie had heard. Everyone in town had heard.

  “I’m glad you told me.” He kissed the top of her head again.

  She looked up at him. He was concerned, truly concerned. She kissed him because she just couldn’t not do it. Her tongue glided across his lips. He opened his mouth and his cock stirred against her leg, but a moment later he pulled away. She didn’t want to stop. Her hand drifted down his chest but he caught it before she could touch him.

  “Sarah,” his voice was raspy with desire.

  “Please Nick. I told you. Now, make me forget.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” She kissed him and before she knew it she was on her back.

  He hopped out of the bed, grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge. He knelt and kissed her knee.

  She leaned up on her elbows, aroused by the sight of his dark head moving closer and closer to her cunt. She spread her legs wider and he looked up at her, grinning.

  “Eager little beaver aren’t you.”

  She laughed at his joke but the sound died on her lips as his tongue darted inside of her. Hot and warm and strong. He withdrew, licking along the sides as he spread her thighs wider. His tongue danced around her little bud and she bucked, trying to shift so he touched her where she needed him, but he kept dodging her needs, teasing her. She reached for his head but he snatched her hands, holding them in place at her waist.

  She couldn’t take any more. She needed him now. “Nick. Please. Fuck me.” She tightened her legs, squeezing his head between her thighs. His mouth came down on her clit and she moaned, the suction taking her to the edge. He thrust his tongue inside of her, over and over. Her body tensed. She was almost there. Her hips started to buck but he pulled back and flipped her over.

  “On your hands and knees.”

  She knelt spreading her legs wide. One of his hands caressed her ass as he opened a condom and then he was there, pushing inside of her, filling her and stretching her. She moaned and he pulled out and shoved in as she pushed back against him. He did it over and over. Her passage getting wetter and wetter, a sucking, slapping sound filled the room as his balls knocked against her thighs.

  His fingers dug into her hips but she barely felt it, so lost in her passion and his thrusting, the feel of him inside her hard and long and hitting her in the exact right spot.

  “There, please.” She panted. “Right…there.”

  His hand moved to her stomach and as he thrust he pushed upward with his hand, making sure that his dick hit her g-spot hard. She screamed and came, her hips twitching in release and her inner muscles clenching onto him. He pounded into her again and again before groaning his release and flopping down on her back.

  They stayed like that for several moments before he crawled into the bed, pulling her close and tucking her by his side.

  “I’d never humiliate you. Never.” He kissed the top of her head and fell asleep.

  CHAPTER 5: NICK

  When Nick woke, Sarah was gone. He sat up in bed running his hand through his hair. He cared about her. A lot. He had no idea when that’d happened or even how. Six weeks was never going to be enough. He turned on the light. There was a note on the night stand. He opened it.

  Nick,

  I’m sorry about ruining your fantasy tonight. If you want, we can continue it next week. I believe that Sarah the Slave has escaped her Master but he’s tracked her down in her apartment. How she’s punished is up to you.

  Sarah.

  Nick grinned as his cock twitched. He was going to have to bring some toys next week.

  Book 5

  Punishment Fantasy

  CHAPTER 1: SARAH

  Sarah opened the hotel door and hesitated a moment before entering. The room was dark. Nick usually arrived before her, but he hadn’t last week and as far as she knew they were playing the Master and Slave again tonight, so…She touched the wall, looking for the light switch as she stepped inside the room. Someone grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her back and shoving her against the door as he closed it. Panic raced through her and she kicked at him, struggling to get free but he had her other arm and was using his body to hold her flush against the door.

  “Please, I don’t have much money but…” This had to be Nick. Oh God, please let it be Nick or let him get here and save her. She knew better than to enter a dark room or house, especially without Tank waiting inside for her.

  “I don’t want your money. Or should I say my money.”

  It was Nick’s words hot against her ear and she relaxed a little. He pulled her arm farther upwards, his way of reminding her of their game.

  “Ouch, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please Master, don’t hurt me.”

  “You ran away from me.” He nipped her ear and she shivered. The feel of his erection against her back making her wet.

  “I…I’m sorry, Master.”

  “Wasn’t I good to you? Didn’t I let you come?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You take that for granted, don’t you?” He spun her around, raising her hands over her head.

  “No, Master. I know you were kind to me and took your time.” Not all men cared if their partner enjoyed sex,
but they should because the more she fucked Nick the more she wanted to fuck him in any way he desired because she always came and it was always mind blowing.

  He laughed. “You have no idea what I’m talking about.” He moved closer, holding her in place with his body—large and strong against her. “Same safeword, right?”

  She nodded. He wouldn’t hurt her. This was a game.

  “Don’t lower your arm.” He let go of one of her wrists and moved the other to the right. He reached up with his other hand, all the while keeping his eyes locked with hers. His were dark and intense and filled with excitement.

  His nearness and the desire in his gaze made her inhale which caused her breasts to rub against his chest. His nostrils flared and she couldn’t stop a soft sigh from slipping past her lips. The friction on her already hard nipples was wonderful. There was a click and he grabbed her other hand. She gazed upward, something was around her wrist, holding it in place. It was soft but firm.

  “Nick, I mean, Master?” She was cuffed to the door.

  He latched the other wrist far to the left and then bent, grabbing her ankle and pulling it to the left. He strapped a cuff around it, latching it in place and did the same for her other leg. She was spread out in an X on the door, her thighs open wide for him. She tugged on her restraints but they didn’t give. She was helpless and his. Her panties got wetter and her nipples harder.

  He stepped back and turned on the light. He looked delicious in a pair of jeans and T-shirt. His dark eyes were hot with desire and his erection already strained against his pants. He walked to the bar and poured himself a drink. He tossed it back and added more, bringing it to her and raising it to her lips. “Drink.”

  She didn’t care for scotch but tonight she had no choice—she glanced down at her legs spread wide—in a lot of things. She swallowed the alcohol until he pulled the glass away. He refilled it again, this time adding ice, and stood in front of her, studying her. “You’re overdressed. Don’t you think?”

  “Yes, Master.” She did. She really did. She wanted to be naked like this. She wanted him to fuck her against the door with her at his mercy, unable to move.

  He pulled a key from his pocket and unlatched one of her hands. “Take off your shirt.”

  It was a T-shirt, tight across her breasts. She wiggled out of one side and then pulled it over her head. It hung, still affixed on her other arm. He moved closer, pressing her back against the door with his body. He reached around her, unclasping her bra and letting it gape forward. His eyes locked on her breasts, her nipples tight little buds waiting for his hand or mouth, hopefully both.

  He pulled the bra off her free arm and re-latched her wrist. He unlocked the other but didn’t let her lower it. He shoved the shirt and bra up and off her arm before hooking her back into the restraint. He pulled an ice cube from his drink and popped it into his mouth. He lowered his head, his lips surrounding her nipple. The heat from his mouth warred with the coldness of the ice and she moaned, arching forward. Her arms struggled in the restraints, wanting to pull him closer, run her fingers through his hair as he sucked her tit, but she couldn’t move. Instead, she wriggled, rubbing herself against his erection. She needed him to touch her there, between her legs.

  “No, my dear, not yet.” He shifted his hips away from her. “You haven’t been punished nearly enough.” He popped another piece of ice in his mouth and kissed her neck, finding the spot that seemed to be directly linked to her pussy.

  “Oh, god. Please, Ni…Master. I’ll be good. Please.”

  “I don’t believe you.” His mouth found her nipple again and his hand trailed downward. He unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them.

  She tried to hold still, hoping he’d touch her, but his lips were working her breast, making her body writhe in ecstasy. Then, he stepped away, leaving her aching. His eyes were black with desire as he dropped to his knees. She closed her eyes, saying a silent prayer of gratitude. He unhooked her ankles and yanked down her pants and underwear. He stared at her pussy, the wetness running down her thighs. “You’re close aren’t you.”

  “Yes. Yes, Master.”

  He trailed a finger up her thigh and her legs quivered as he got closer and closer. She couldn’t take her eyes from his hand, his finger. She wiggled her hips, trying to urge him to move faster. She almost cried when he dropped his hand and stood.

  “Do exactly as I say or I won’t let you come at all tonight,” he whispered in her ear.

  She nodded, starting to realize he didn’t mean he’d fuck her badly, but torture her by bringing her close to release but never taking her over the edge.

  He unhooked her wrists. “Turn around.”

  She spun around. He was going to fuck her from behind. It was one of her favorite positions.

  “Raise your arms.”

  She did.

  He snapped the cuffs around her wrists. “Spread your legs for me.”

  She did. Gladly. Eagerly. If he didn’t hurry she was going to drip all over the floor she was so ready for him.

  She felt his hair against her ass as he bent and latched her legs in the restraints.

  “Stare at the door. Don’t try and look at me.”

  She faced the door. She heard something hit the floor, like cloth. She clenched her inner muscles trying to get some relief. He was undressing. He’d fuck her soon. There was the sound of his zipper and then him stepping out of his pants. He moved closer, she could feel the heat of his body against her back. His erection, hot and hard, was against her ass. She was breathing heavy. If she could move, she’d press back against him. She wanted to beg but she didn’t think that’d do anything but make him delay.

  “I was without you for a week because you ran away.” He moved closer until his entire body was pressed against hers. “Do you know what that does to a man?”

  She shook her head.

  He grabbed her hair in his fist and yanked a little – not enough to hurt, but enough to make her pay attention. “Answer me.”

  “No, Master.”

  “It does this.” He thrust his dick against her. “I’ve had a hard on for days. My only relief my hand. Do you think that’s fair? I paid for you. You were to fuck me whenever and however I wanted but instead you ran away. You left me to fuck myself.”

  “I…I’m sorry, Master.”

  “Not sorry enough.” He let go of her hair and moved it aside. He kissed her neck until she squirmed. “The problem is, I want you too much to teach you a real lesson.” His hands trailed down her back, one of them slipping around to her front, lightly gliding over her mound, just enough to tease.

  She wanted to exclaim hallelujah but that’d be a mistake.

  “But no matter how much I want you, I’m not ready to let you come. You’re going to be begging me, weeping even before I’m done with you.”

  His words made the breath catch in her throat. He was too hard, too close to his release to play too long and she wasn’t in the position to suck him off.

  His hand moved upward, capturing her breast as he positioned himself between her butt cheeks. “I should fuck your ass, but you need to be relaxed the first time.” He kissed her ear. “Later though.” He slapped her butt and started rocking between her cheeks. He pushed her ass together and thrust, his movement rubbing her pussy against the door. She moaned and twisted. She was so close.

  “Oh, no you don’t.” He reached around, grabbing her hips and keeping his arm between her and the door. “I’m going to be inside you when you come.”

  “Yes. Please, Nick.” That’s what she wanted. Him inside of her.

  He shifted and thrust his penis between her thighs and along her cunt. “You’re so wet.” He lowered his face to her neck, breathing heavy. “Fuck this. I don’t want to hotdog you.”

  He shoved inside of her and she threw back her head, moaning. This is what she’d wanted, needed. She turned her face and kissed his neck. He rammed into her again and again.

  “Don’t…you…come.” Hi
s fingers dug into her hips as he thrust again.

  She was so close. She pushed back as he thrust forward. “Nick.” He shifted, changing his angle and taking her away from the precipice of her orgasm. ‘No, please. Like before.”

  “No.” His word was guttural and his dick was growing and getting harder inside of her.

  “No, wait,” she begged. He was going to come without her.

  And he did. He shoved into her hard and moaned as he arched against her, his cock twitching inside of her. He kissed her shoulder and pulled out. He slapped her ass. “That was a good girl. You didn’t come, but you did look at me.”

  She was trembling, she’d been so close and he’d left her unfulfilled. There was the sound of his zipper. He was getting dressed. She prayed he was going to get on his knees or at least use his hands. Something, anything to relieve this tension, this pressure inside of her.

  He walked away and when he came back he put a mask over her face, blinding her. “Do exactly what I say, or remember, I won’t let you come at all tonight.”

  “Please.”

  “Please what?” He unhooked her ankles.

  “Please, I need to come…Master.”

  “And you will. Several times.”

  Her knees buckled. Several times would be good, very good.

  “But only if you’re a good girl and do exactly what I say.” He pinched her nipple and she gasped. “You already disobeyed by looking at me. Kissing me. Trying to coax me into letting you come.”

  “I…I’m sorry Master.”

  “Now, you’ll have to wear the blindfold. Do you agree that’s a fitting punishment?”

  “Yes, Master.” Not being able to see him was turning her on even more and although that was dangerous because she might combust, it was also hot.

  He unlocked her hands. “Turn around.”

  She did and he fastened the restraints again.

  “Now, we’ll see how well you obey.”

  She heard more ice clink into his glass and more scotch being poured. He held the glass to her lips and she drank, coughing a bit. Her nipples, hardened even more, hoping for more ice and his mouth, but his body heat moved away from her chest. He was on his knees. Her juices flowed thick and lush, drenching her thighs in anticipation.