by Leah Brooke
“I love the way you touch me.”
Seeing another couple approach, and not liking the appreciative gleam in the other Dominant’s eyes, Sin covered Veronica’s breasts with his hands until the other couple passed.
Straightening, he drew her top out of his pocket and secured it over her breasts.
She looked up at him over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed in uncertainty.
“Sir?”
Sin smiled and took her hand in his, determined to tie her to him as securely as possible before they left the island.
“You’ve had enough sun for now. It’s time to go back to the room.”
Chapter Twelve
Veronica snuck another glance at Sin as they rode the elevator to their suite, uneasy at his silence since their kiss.
The elevator opened, and with her hand held securely in his, she stepped out.
“Do you regret coming here with me?
“No.” He unlocked and opened the door, guiding her inside before releasing her hand.
Chilled despite the warmth of their suite, Veronica paused in the middle of the large room and wrapped her arms around herself.
“Have I done something wrong?”
Sin kicked off his shoes and crossed to her, unclasping her top and skirt with a speed and efficiency that stunned her. “No. If you had, I would have told you.” He tossed her clothing into a basket near the door before bending to remove her shoes.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“No. Thank you.” It felt strange to be naked while he was still dressed, but she had to admit that she enjoyed the freedom it gave her.
She found that she even moved differently—slower and with a sensuality that drew Sin’s gaze and made her feel even more beautiful.
Smiling, she crossed the cool tile to the small kitchenette, watching his throat work as he guzzled a bottle of water.
Leaning against the counter, she smiled coyly.
“Am I supposed to walk around naked?”
Setting the bottle aside, he rounded the counter to stand next to her, running the backs of his fingers over her nipple.
“Yes. There’s no one here but me, and I like admiring what I own. Would you buy a piece of art and cover it?”
The friction against her nipple sent jagged need to her slit, and with a moan, she lifted her hands to his naked chest.
“It’s not the same.”
“It is to me. Where are your hands supposed to be?”
Pouting, she dropped her hands to her sides. “I want to touch you.”
Closing his fingertips on her nipple, Sin tugged lightly.
“That’s not what this is about now, is it? Go into the bedroom and lie face down on the bed.”
Unsure of his mood, Veronica gulped, averting her gaze, her cheeks burning. “Yes, Sir.”
Crossing the marble floor, and acutely aware of his sharp attention, Veronica made her way into the bedroom, using the small stairs to climb onto the bed.
Sin followed close behind, positioning her in the middle of the bed before taking her left wrist in his and attaching it with the leather cuff she hadn’t noticed at the end of the leather straps.
Veronica gulped as he finished fastening the cuff and moved around to the other side.
“Why are you going to restrain me? Oh!”
Sin’s sharp slap on her ass increased her sense of vulnerability, the heat from it spreading over her bottom.
Giving her a steady stare, he finished attaching the other cuff.
“Because I want to restrain you. That should be a good enough reason.”
Fisting her hands on the leather straps, Veronica sucked in a breath when Sin slid an arm around her waist and lifted her high enough to slide a thick pillow under her before lowering her again.
Fisting her hands, she waited breathlessly, her toes curling.
She cried out at the feel of his firm fingers parting her ass cheeks, sucking in a breath when a cold lubed finger thrust inside her. “Oh God!” She clamped down on it, stunned at the sudden intrusion into her most private opening.
It felt so decadent.
So extremely sexual and intimate that she hid her face and tried to close her legs, only to find that he knelt between them.
“Oh. Oh God.”
His slow, smooth strokes continued, the firm pressure against her inner walls making her shake in reaction.
“You’re nervous about this ass, so let’s get your fears out of the way right now.”
Clamping down on his finger, she struggled harder, desperate to get friction against her throbbing clit.
“It excites you to struggle, doesn’t it, my pet?”
Veronica stilled at the new endearment, but her own needs soon had her moving again, a cry of pleasure erupting when he began to stroke her clit.
“Yes. Because it’s you. Because I trust you. Oh God!”
She found herself rocking in time to his strokes to her clit, effectively fucking herself on his finger.
He withdrew his finger, leaving her empty and needy, only to plunge it back into her with more of the cold lube.
Whimpering, Veronica fought to bring her hands closer together to hide her face, but the leather bindings held her arms too wide. She buried her face in the covers, her pussy and ass clenching in spasm against the tingling heat raging through her.
“Oh God. Oh God. Please.”
“Your pleas will get you nowhere.”
His cold tone sent a shiver of delight and alarm up her spine—a mind-numbing combination.
“Please take me. I need you inside me. I want to be yours.” Tears of need clogged her throat, making it difficult to speak, but he’d obviously heard her.
“You are mine, at least for now, and I’m taking what’s mine.”
He withdrew his finger and slapped her ass several times in rapid succession, rubbing the heat in.
“You have no say in what I do to you. You can squirm all you want and scream, but I’m going to put something else inside this tight ass, and you’re going to take it. I need to prepare you before I can take your ass, Veronica.”
Something slim, hard, and cold slid into her, going deeper than his finger had.
Having her ass high and his fingers holding her open, Veronica had no defense against him.
She pushed the thought of her safe word out of her mind, pretending it didn’t exist and she was entirely at his mercy.
“Yes, Master. Yes! I’m yours.”
Stroking faster, Sin rubbed her bottom. “Yes, little sub. You are.”
There was something in his tone that made her wish she could see his face, but the sudden vibrations deep in her ass drove every other thought from her mind.
“Ahh! Sin! Oh God. I’m gonna come.”
Sin smiled, enjoying her squirming, but kept his tone cold as he turned the vibrator off and eased it back until only an inch or two remained inside her.
“Don’t you dare. Hold it back.”
“Sin! I don’t know if I can. Please help me.”
The sound of his name on her lips made his chest tighten.
He loved to hear it, but it reminded him that he had a long way to go in order to create the kind of intimacy with Veronica that he wanted.
He needed for her to see the difference between reality and fantasy and to want what he wanted.
Giving her bottom a light slap designed to enhance her pleasure, Sin growled.
“What did you call me?”
“What? I’m sorry. I meant—oh God—Sir!”
“Remember what this is about, Veronica.”
He’d help her explore her fantasies while tying her to him with gentle but strong bonds that she’d never want to escape.
Smiling at her frantic movements, he continued to fuck her with the thin vibrator, turning it on sporadically so she never knew when.
“This tight ass really does need my attention, doesn’t it?”
He turned the vibrator on again, stroking her deep
er, knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold back her orgasm.
She was too passionate to hold back, and he wanted her to see the pleasure of trusting and giving in to him.
He also wanted to see how she would handle the consequences of disobeying him.
Watching the slim vibrator disappear into her tight ass made him hard as a rock, her cries of pleasure thrilling him.
Knowing she couldn’t see him, he allowed a small smile and kept the vibrator on, increasing the speed of his strokes.
As he’d expected, she came, her cries of pleasure thrilling him and bringing every primitive instinct to the surface.
The sound of the vibrator changed slightly when she clamped down on it, the muscles in her bottom tightening several times in rapid succession as her orgasm rolled through her.
Knowing that her clit, nipples, and ass would be especially sensitive now, and that her senses would be on high alert because she’d disobeyed him, he looked forward to seeing how she would handle this.
Withdrawing the vibrator abruptly, which he knew would leave her ass feeling empty and more receptive to having the plug inserted, he made his tone ice cold.
“Did I give you permission to come?”
* * * *
Veronica couldn’t stop trembling, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure.
His cold tone and her present position left her feeling decadently vulnerable, but her trust in Sin made it possible to revel in the experience.
Still, she’d disobeyed him, which left her shaken and anxious about what he would do.
“Sir, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I tried. I don’t know what happened. I came before I even knew I was going to. I don’t know how to hold back. Please don’t be mad at me.”
Not being able to see his face filled her with unease.
“Please talk to me. Please, Sir. I’m so sorry.”
If he was disappointed in her, she’d never forgive herself.
To her surprise and delight, he covered her body with his and nuzzled her neck, his tone tender.
“I know, honey. I’m not mad at you. You’re so sweet.” He reached under her to cup her breasts, gently massaging. “You’re trying, but I can’t let you get away with that. You know I’m going to have to punish you, don’t you?”
Shivering, she lifted herself as much as the restraints allowed, giving him better access to her breasts while arching her neck to rub her face against his.
“Yes, Sir.” She needed the contact and needed to make up for her mistake, wanting everything to be right again. “Please give me my punishment.”
She tightened her buttocks, expecting a spanking, but Sin seemed to have other ideas.
Releasing her breasts, he lifted himself off of her and knelt between her spread thighs.
She needed Sin to take her.
She needed the bond that nothing else could give her.
The feel of something hard and cold pushing at her puckered opening made her toes curl again, cries of pleasure pouring from her.
“That’s my girl.”
When he started to apply pressure, her bottom opening began to sting and burn, the size of whatever he slid into her larger than the vibrator.
“It burns! Oh, Sir! I want you to take me there.”
“In time, Veronica. In time.” He rubbed her bottom as he pushed the plug deeper. “You’re not quite ready for that yet.”
“Yes, I am!”
“Are you questioning my judgement?” He pushed the plug deep, the feel of it widening and then narrowing at her puckered opening startling her.
Sucking in a breath at the shock of it, Veronica bucked restlessly. “No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
The sound of foil ripping was soon followed by the feel of Sin’s lips and teeth moving over the cheeks of her ass.
Breathless, Veronica fought to remain still, crying out when he straightened and positioned his cock at her drenched opening.
He entered her with a slow, steady thrust that forced her inner walls to stretch to accommodate him while shifting the plug in her ass.
“Oh God! Sin! Sir!” The incredible fullness stunned her, and when Sin began to move inside her, the shift of the plug made it feel as if she was being taken in both openings.
Sin’s cock felt like hot iron inside her, so hard and thick that she felt impaled.
He took her hard and fast, slamming her into the pillow and forcing her to hold on to the leather straps attached to the cuffs.
“Mine.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, he leaned over her, his thrusts coming faster.
So completely full, his hard cock thrusting into her with relentless force, Veronica sucked in a breath, letting it out in a rush as she went over.
She was his.
He was inside her, taking his pleasure and making her inner walls stretch to accommodate his thick cock.
The friction against her inner walls and the depth of his thrusts combined with the shifting of the plug in her ass, overwhelming her.
And she couldn’t move at all, and could only hold on to the straps and take it.
She loved it.
Her orgasm hit her hard, so soon on the heels of her last orgasm that she felt as if she’d lost all control.
She couldn’t think. Couldn’t move.
She could only feel.
With a deep groan, Sin thrust again, and again, finally sinking into her, his cock pulsing deep inside her.
Physical and emotional pleasure combined, overwhelming her, and without warning, she began to cry.
A sob escaped, followed by another, her stomach muscles tightening painfully in an effort to hold back another.
Suddenly chilled, she moaned in relief when Sin’s hard, warm body covered hers.
“Shh. Easy, baby.”
In no time at all, her wrists were released, another sob escaping when he wrapped himself around her and pulled her close.
“You always come so strongly. Always give everything.”
With his lips in her hair, he ran his hand up and down her back. “So sweet. So precious. So good.”
Gripping his shoulders, Veronica pressed her face against his chest, the warm, clean scent of him helping her to settle.
“I’m sorry.”
Still running his hands up and down her spine, Sin leaned back, staring down at her with a tender smile that brought a lump to her throat.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. You give so much that you feel lost. I’m a very lucky man to have a w—submissive like you.”
Sin inwardly cursed at the slip.
He’d almost called her his woman, a mistake that could create a panic in her that would have her putting up walls that he’d been working methodically to tear down.
He loved holding her in his arms, caressing her until her trembling stopped.
“How about a shower to wash the sunscreen, sweat, and sand away?”
Veronica groaned, keeping her face pressed against his chest. “I still have the plug inside me.”
Chuckling at her sleepy tone, Sin kissed her damp temple, his heart beating faster when she gripped him tighter, her trust in him humbling. “And you think I would have forgotten a thing like that, baby?”
Stiffening when the endearment slipped out again, he purposely hardened his tone, slapping her ass enough to jerk her awake again.
“Come on. Let’s go take that shower. Afterward, we’ll sleep a little before dinner.”
Lifting her face, she smiled, her lips soft against his chin.
“Are you going to wash me?”
“Of course. Why?”
Cuddling against him, she brushed her lips over his chest.
“Because I don’t think I can do it myself.”
Chuckling, Sin ran a hand over her hip. “We’ll take a bath for now. That way you can fall asleep without falling.”
* * * *
Feeling more rested after a short nap, Veronica stood with her hands braced against the shower wall and her feet spread wide while Sin ran
soapy hands over her.
“I can’t believe I really did fall asleep in the bathtub. Thank you for drying me off and carrying me to bed.”
Sin’s soapy hands slid over her breasts.
“Not to mention removing the plug.”
Hoping he would blame her red cheeks on the heat from the shower, Veronica leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder.
“I can’t believe I slept through that.”
“You did a lot of groaning, but I was gentle. You were exhausted. You haven’t been sleeping well this week, have you?”
The dual showerheads hit her from both sides, soothing her while Sin’s touch ignited every nerve ending.
“It’s your fault. I kept dreaming about you.”
Wildly aroused, she threw her head back, loving the slide of his hands over her belly and sides.
Breathing heavily, she turned her head to look up at him. “I don’t understand something.”
Sin slid his hands lower, lightly stroking her mound.
“What that, my pet?”
“I’m supposed to be the submissive, but you wash and dry me. Shouldn’t I be doing that to you?”
“You will.” Sin chuckled and squirted more of the scented gel into his hands. “As a matter of fact, you can wash me as soon as I finish washing you. How does your mound feel? Is it still sore?”
Veronica sucked in a breath at the slide of his fingers on her bare folds.
“Better. Sensitive. When you touch me there, I feel so naked. God, I can’t wait to get my hands on you.”
By the time Sin finished washing and rinsing her, every inch of Veronica’s body trembled with awareness.
Handing her the shower gel, Sin smiled and reached for the bottle of shampoo.
“Use that one on me.”
She couldn’t help but notice that Sin had relaxed considerably since they’d come to the island and hoped to get him to relax even more.
Giggling, Veronica squirted a large dollop onto her hand.
“What’s wrong? You don’t want to smell like lavender?”
Spreading the fresh-scented gel over Sin’s chest, Veronica reveled in the freedom to touch him at will, her pulse leaping at the press of his cock against her belly.
“No, but I like it on you.” After shampooing and rinsing his hair, he reached down to fondle her breasts. “You smell good enough to eat.”