Sin's Magic [Rapture Island 3] (Siren Publishing: The Leah Brooke Collection)

by Leah Brooke

  “Nothing would make me happier than if you agreed to be mine, Veronica.”

  Lifting her face to his, she traced a pattern on his chest. “Really?”

  Gripping her chin, he smiled. “Really.”

  Her eyes lit up, her smile tremulous. “Can we try it?”

  He’d been afraid that she would ask.

  Turning away, he opened her closet, a delay tactic to give him time to school his features.

  “Try what, Veronica?”

  He would love to give her what she asked for but was very much afraid that she wasn’t ready for the reality of belonging to him.

  Her hand flattened on his back. “I would like to know what it was like to truly belong to you.”

  Turning from the closet with the outfit he’d picked out for her to wear, Sin hugged her, running his hand down her nakedness.

  “You’re every fantasy rolled into one, Veronica, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

  He tossed the beaded material onto the bed and closed his hands on her waist, his cock throbbing with the need to take her.

  “You’re very giving, and I’m enjoying our time together immensely.”

  Lifting to her toes, she kissed his jaw. “I’m glad. I want to please you.”

  Sin smiled and cupped her breasts. “I know you do, Veronica, and you do please me.”

  Arching into his touch, she moaned, a soft sound that drove him wild.

  “But I want to be everything you need. You’re giving me so much.”

  Sin led her to the bed, his touch rougher than usual. “I don’t want your fucking gratitude, Veronica.”

  “I didn’t mean that. I just meant—”

  “I know what you meant. Now behave so I can finish getting you ready.”

  Turning away from his steady stare, she eyed the outfit he’d picked out for her to wear, reaching out to run her hand over the silky, beaded material.

  “It’s beautiful!” Turning, she tilted her head, studying him. “It must have cost a fortune.”

  Opening the drawer of the nightstand, Sin took out the tube of lube and the plug he’d chosen for her.

  “I can’t wait to see you in it.” He positioned a pillow at the edge of the bed, his cock swelling. Keeping his tone cool, he gestured toward the pillow. “Facedown over that.”

  Veronica’s eyes went wide, her gaze sliding to the plug and lube in his hands.

  Gulping, she put her hands behind her, covering her ass, a reminder at just how new she was at this.

  “Are you going to put that inside me?”

  Her plea to show her more of what he would expect as her Dominant had his blood running hot.

  Giving her a dark look, Sin tossed the lube and plug onto the bed.

  “Covering your bottom isn’t going to do you a damned bit of good. It appears I really have spoiled you.”

  Lowering himself to the edge of the bed, he yanked her over his lap, gripping her wrists in one hand when she tried to cover herself.

  Her fine, curvy ass wiggled on his lap, stilling when he delivered a sharp slap.

  “Be still.”

  “I’m sorry, Sin—uh, Sir.”

  “How dare you cover yourself! Do you really think that’s going to stop me from giving you the spanking you deserve?”

  “Ow. It hurts.” Despite her cries, she lifted into his slaps.

  “You said you wanted the real me and then start complaining when I spank you for trying to cover yourself. If you want to use your safe word, do it.”

  Caressing her ass, he held his breath.

  She turned to glare at him over her shoulder. “No!”

  Letting his breath out in a rush of relief, Sin lifted a brow. “Then be quiet.”

  To be sure of her acquiescence, he slid a hand between her thighs, smiling when she parted them and lifted her ass into his touch.

  Pleased to find her inner thighs soaked, he traced a fold and slid a finger into her.

  The need in her breathless cry made his cock jump and stirred the Dominant inside him to greater heights.

  He spanked her several more times, lighter slaps that covered every inch of her bottom and upper thighs.

  After several minutes, he stopped, rubbing her warm bottom, smiling again when she moaned and lifted into his caress.

  * * * *

  Veronica had imagined being spanked many times but had never realized just how arousing it would be or how deeply it would send her into the role of submissive.

  She also hadn’t counted on how securely he held her across his knee or that even the wildest of struggling wouldn’t allow her to escape.

  She hadn’t counted on how arousing it would be to have a man strong enough and determined enough to hold her.

  She hadn’t counted on her willingness to do whatever it took for Sin to forgive her.

  She knew better than to question him or to cover herself.

  He’d made himself very clear about the rules, and she’d agreed to them—had even begged to be his submissive.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I deserved that.”

  “Yes. You did. This plug isn’t for punishment. I was going to put it in anyway because I have to work some more on your ass. So, this is not part of your punishment, but the spanking you’re getting afterward is.”

  Veronica’s ass clenched, and knowing that it would only make him angry again, she forced her muscles to relax.

  “Good girl. You know it’s going in, no matter what you do.” With rough fingers, Sin dug his fingers into her ass cheeks, lifting and parting them to expose her bottom hole.

  Biting her lip, Veronica trembled with the effort it cost her not to clench, sucking in a breath when a cold lubed finger thrust into her.

  Curling her toes when he pressed against her inner walls, Veronica started shaking harder, involuntarily clenching on his finger.

  She fought to stop, but the movement of his finger inside her made it impossible.

  Her thighs had already become soaked with her juices, the heat from her spanking and the attention to her ass creating a need so embarrassing she struggled to hide it.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “For what?”

  The fantasy of being over Sin’s lap and being spanked as punishment fell far short of the reality.

  He’d ignited her senses in a way she hadn’t anticipated, her mind slipping deeper into the world of erotic pleasure he’d shown her.

  “I’m trying to keep my bottom from clenching, but I can’t.”

  Sin chuckled softly, withdrawing his finger and leaving her clenching at emptiness.

  “I’d be surprised if you could. You’re far too passionate, and your ass is too needy.”

  “I’m sorry.” She apologized automatically, trying to hide how much she wanted her ass filled by him and to be spanked again.

  What had he done to her?

  He ran his hand over her bottom, his gesture so loving it brought tears to her eyes.

  “You’re accepting your punishment like a good girl.”

  The hunger in his voice delighted her, but she wouldn’t be happy until she fulfilled her role and gave him the pleasure that he deserved.

  She needed this.

  She needed him.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m going to put this plug in now. It’s a little larger than the vibrator, but it’ll help get your ass ready to be fucked. You want me to take your ass, don’t you?”

  A shiver went through her at the thought of being taken in such a dominant way.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her clit burned and throbbed, the hunger so intense that it brought tears to her eyes.

  “Good girl.”

  A moan escaped at the feel of something hard and cold pushing against her puckered opening.

  Tears stung her eyes, her arousal and the deep swell of feminine satisfaction at knowing that her submission pleased Sin overwhelming.

  The plug widened as it pushed into her, burning as it forced her to stretch to
accommodate it.

  “Oh! It burns.”

  Crying out when he slipped the rest of it into her, she clamped down on the plug, her puckered opening closing tight on the plug where it narrowed.

  Pushing against the flat part of the plug that kept the plug from going deeper, Sin rubbed her bottom, reigniting the heat.

  “You have no idea how the sight of the plug going inside you excites me. Now, I’m going to finish spanking you. Perhaps that’ll teach you not to try to cover yourself from me.”

  Blinking back tears of arousal—tears at the thought of failing him—Veronica gripped his leg.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.”

  Several sharp slaps landed all over her bottom, just hard enough to make her bottom burn.

  She forced herself to remain still, biting her lip to hold back her cries, but she couldn’t stop clenching on the plug.

  Sin slipped a hand between her thighs, parting her folds and slipping a finger into her.

  “It appears you enjoyed your spanking.”

  Gripping his leg, she fought the urge to fuck herself on his finger.

  Tears blurred her vision, the sense of belonging so intense it tightened her stomach and made it difficult to catch her breath.

  “I’m sorry I disappointed you.” He was everything she’d ever dreamed of in a man—and more.”

  “The next time you disobey me, I’m going to use a crop on your clit. Understood?”

  Sucking in a breath at the feel of his fingers withdrawing from her pussy and gliding over her clit, Veronica fought not to come.

  “A crop?”

  She sucked in a breath at the threat, unable to imagine being struck there.

  Sin caressed her bottom and hip before turning her in his arms and gathering her close.

  “A crop. It’ll sting like hell, but I’m not ever going to do anything that you can’t handle. One strike of the crop on your swollen clit should remind you to obey me.”

  Pushing loose tendrils of hair back from her face, he smiled and took her lips in a mind-numbing kiss that had her clinging to him.

  Lifting his head, he smiled again and studied her features.

  “You’re forgiven, Veronica. I’m proud of how you took your punishment.”

  Running a hand up and down her back and the other over her thigh, he kissed her temple. “You’re so adorable.”

  To Veronica’s shock, she started to cry, the relief overwhelming.

  “Hey!” Leaning back, Sin lifted her face to his, using his thumb to gently wipe away a tear. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  Veronica took a shuddering breath. “Everything’s okay now?”

  Sin smiled, rocking her on his lap. “Everything’s perfect.”

  Moaning at the movement that shifted the plug inside her, Veronica reached up to cup his jaw, more tears falling when he turned his face into it, holding her hand as he kissed her palm.

  “I was starving and never realized it.”

  Starved for passion.

  Starved for intimacy.

  Starved for love.

  Sin’s eyes narrowed and glittered. “I know. So was I. The difference is I knew what I was starving for.”

  His eyes became shuttered. “Don’t confuse fantasy with reality and don’t confuse pleasure for emotion. Come on. I can’t wait to see how you look in this.”

  Once he’d dressed her, and went to his closet to get dressed himself, Veronica went to the mirror, biting back a moan at the strange sensation of the plug shifting inside her with every movement.

  Aware of his scrutiny, she ran her fingers over the intricately beaded material.

  “This had to be expensive. You shouldn’t have spent so much money.”

  “That’s not something you need to worry about. You look beautiful.”

  Her face burned at the compliment, earning soft laughter from him.

  After buttoning his shirt, he slipped on his shoes.

  “I spank you and shove a butt plug up your ass and you blush when I tell you that you’re beautiful.”

  “You make me feel beautiful.”

  Moving closer, he settled his hands at her waist.

  “You are beautiful. Come, Veronica. Let’s go eat.”

  * * * *

  After dinner, they made their way back to their room, each step an exercise in erotic torture.

  “I sat on it all through dinner, and every time I take a step, it moves inside me. It’s driving me crazy.”

  After closing and locking the door behind him, Sin stripped her out of her clothing, bending to pick up her sandals.

  “Poor little sub.” Taking her hand in his, he led her to the bedroom.

  “I’m about to remove it so you won’t have to suffer for long.”

  “Oh?”

  Although he’d been attentive at dinner, there’d been a quiet watchfulness in him that had kept her arousal simmering all through the meal.

  To have him take the plug out and end their erotic play filled her with a disappointment that she couldn’t keep out of her voice.

  Sin grabbed two pillows and positioned them at the edge of the bed before coming up behind her.

  His hands closed on her waist, his touch firmer than she was used to.

  “Is that all you’ve got to say? Oh.”

  Struck by his cold tone, Veronica shivered, her breathing becoming harsher when he closed his fingers over her nipples.

  “I um…”

  “Don’t you want to tell me how disappointed you are at knowing that I’m going to remove the plug? Or to thank me for ending your torture?”

  Crying out at the pressure on her nipples, Veronica fisted her hands at her sides.

  “Yes. No. I don’t know. Thank you for another fantasy.”

  “I’m giving you everything you want, aren’t I?” His lips brushed against her ear, his cold, silky tone filling her with apprehension.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His mood made it impossible to think of him as Sin, his cool, silky tone throwing her into the role of submissive with an ease that disconcerted her.

  “So why would you think I would disappoint you now?”

  A hand flattened on her back, another around her waist, and with one smooth movement, he bent her over the pillow, leaving her feet dangling.

  Standing between her thighs, he gripped the flat end of the plug and began to work it out of her.

  “You haven’t experienced everything yet, baby. You don’t know all that I want from you. When you do, you might very well change your mind about wanting to belong to me.”

  Kicking her legs, she struggled to force the muscles in her bottom to relax as the plug widened sharply, stinging her puckered opening.

  Letting her breath out in a rush when the plug narrowed again and slid free, Veronica tried to reach back for him, desperate for him to understand.

  “No! I want it all. I want to belong to you. I want you to do whatever you want with me. To me.”

  A sob escaped, and then another, need and love for him like a living breathing thing inside her.

  “Please, Sin. Please. Make me yours.”

  Suddenly, he bent over her, the heat of his naked body burning hers.

  “Do you want to be mine, Veronica? I want to fuck this tight ass. If you’re mine, it’s mine, and I want it.”

  “Yes! Oh God. I’m scared.”

  Sin nuzzled her jaw. “I know, baby. I know that you’ve never been taken there. Just a little. I just want you to feel me there—to remember that it’s mine.”

  Scared that it would be painful, Veronica nevertheless trusted Sin implicitly.

  Her bottom clenched at the feel of his hard cock against the back of her thigh, pinpricks of sensation breaking out all over her body.

  The tube of lube landed next to her face on the bed a split second before a firm finger thrust into her again.

  “This ass is clenching already. You really need attention here, don’t you?”

  Embarrassed a
t her need for something so naughty, Veronica moaned and buried her face in the covers.

  Withdrawing his finger, Sin ran a hand down her back.

  “You’re embarrassed? Why? You and I both have dark needs. If you’re going to pretend they’re not there, you and I have a problem.”

  Panicked at the threat of losing him, Veronica turned her head to look back, searching his eyes for reassurance but finding none.

  Watching him roll a condom onto the thick length of his cock, Veronica shivered, the awareness in her ass unbelievable.

  “I’m sorry. I’m not pretending I don’t have them. I just don’t understand them. How could I want such a thing? How could I need to…?”

  Sucking in a breath when the head of his cock pushed against her bottom hole, Veronica fisted her hands in the bedding, a sob escaping when the head of his cock pushed into her.

  Pausing just inside her, Sin made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl.

  “Need to what, Veronica?”

  “Need to b-belong to you. Oh God! I need to give this to you. I need you to want me this way.”

  She clamped down on his cock as it pushed into her, needing what she considered the ultimate act of submission with him.

  She hadn’t counted on just how powerless it would make her feel.

  Or the amount of trust involved.

  Bending over her, he groaned.

  “Easy, baby. Don’t tighten up. Just a little more. There. That’s it. I won’t go any farther. So tight.”

  “Sin! Oh God.”

  His cock felt so hot inside her, adding to the burning sensation of being stretched so wide.

  Slow, shallow strokes never went deeper, as he’d promised, allowing her to focus on the friction against her inner walls and the full, stretched feeling that was like nothing she could have imagined.

  She became aware of him in ways she never had before, the sense of losing herself alarming.

  The intimacy became even more intense when he bent over her again, his breathing ragged against her ear.

  “You are mine, Veronica, and I intend to keep you.” He withdrew slightly, only to thrust a little deeper.

  “You’re going to rip my heart to shreds, but I have to have you.” Entwining her fingers with his, he lifted her hands over her head, withdrawing and slowly filling her again.

  “This ass is mine. You’re mine, and before this week is over, you’re going to understand exactly what that means.”