Sinful Torment: A Romantic Suspense Novel

by Tia Lewis

  I gave a cheeky shake of my round ass for him and mimicked his noises, and purred in a playful manner for him to hear. My eyes looked over my shoulder at him.

  "Come get it, my Prince."

  That elicited a smile from Ethan as I felt the soft, gentle caress of his hand across my ass. He squeezed and kneaded my soft skin beneath his touch as he trailed his thumb across me, and I watched him lean in finally.

  "That's a good girl."

  And at that moment I realized, without any sense of irony within me that he was taking me in the same position that my ex-husband had me in a couple weeks ago. Only this time, I wanted this completely.

  Though that wasn't the only thing that was being taken in me as I watched Ethan lean in closer toward me, and fiddle with a condom for a moment which seemed like an agonizing eternity.

  But it was then that I felt the tip of his cock press in against me, wrapped, still hard, and throbbing as I slowly groaned and pushed back against him with a needy wiggle of my ass. His hand reached down with a sharp slap across the underside of my ass. The spank sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure coursing through my body like hot electrical fire, eliciting another groan of want from me as I felt him push his cock inch by inch inside me.

  And then, just when it seemed there was no end to his length I felt a sense of satisfaction when his pelvis pushed against my body. His heavy balls hitting down against the hood of my clit, and my body clamping all around his cock as I rolled my hips back against him, squeezing my muscles around him as tight as I could to keep him clamped inside me.

  "That's it, Princess," he continued on, and I felt him pull his cock back, despite my soft, squeezing muscles pulling on him to keep him in.

  "Mmm, yes. Be my prince, Ethan. Show me what you can do," I gasped out, not knowing what I was truly saying. I was just blurting out the first thing that came to my mind whether it made sense or not. I didn't care at that point if it didn't, I just wanted him to fuck me.

  And Ethan didn't disappoint. He thrust forward, pushing downward with his hips as I felt the tight muscles of his thighs sliding down across my body. The bottom of his shaft pressed inside my moist inner walls as he rubbed my clit.

  The pleasure of it sent stars in my vision as I clenched even tighter from the satisfaction. My body felt like it was on fire as I gasped out and arched my back up in surprise. I egged Ethan on further, grinding back to meet his thrusting hips as he slammed his cock roughly inside me while we fucked. The foreplay at this point was over, I was in heat.

  As soon as I rose up, in surprise, Ethan pulled back to roughly thrust forward. Once more he surprised me further as I felt his hands reaching through my long hair, twisting, and tying it all around his wrist which he pulled back each time. Our bodies connected once more, and the lewd slap of our slick bodies echoed against the thumping of the music outside the walls. Pain mingled with pleasure as I felt my hair being tugged in a rhythm with each deep thrust.

  “Mmm, so fucking tight," Ethan groaned as he pounded me harder.

  My mind was completely numb. All I could focus on was the heat and hardness of his cock pulsating inside my pussy, the power of his hands within my hair, the grip of his palm upon my hip. The length of his cock tilted down inside of me, pressing harder, and faster against a mess of nerves within me, and his body slamming against my clit.

  “Yes! Yes!" I cried out.

  “Are you my little princess?" Ethan growled.

  “Yes, Ethan!"

  “Say it!"

  “I'm your little princess," I moaned. “I'm going to cum!"

  It was more than I could bear, and for the first time in a long while, I felt my body give out to the power of an orgasm. I felt my legs go numb, and I gushed in a torrent of juices all over Ethan. My voice trembled with a low, exasperated groan as my mind blacked out for nearly half a second.

  It was more powerful than I remembered. Not even playing with myself in the evenings in such a way caused me to cum this much. I felt the heat welling up inside me as Ethan didn't push me away, or push me down as I expected him to. Instead, he held on with a comforting tight grip, holding me steady against him as I heard him coo above.

  "That's it. Ride it out. Mmm... such a good girl," he spoke, as breathlessly as I felt.

  I fell forward, collapsing on the arm of the leather couch, my chest heaving as I fought to catch my breath, feeling like I had run a marathon. Our sexual encounter lasting barely half an hour, but it was far more satisfying than I had felt in such a long time. Dazed, I slid off of his still throbbing cock, simply laying there on the couch with my hands still tied.

  "Wow..." I finally said minutes later after the excitement had started to wear off. Blinking quickly, I felt a sensation returning to my body. Delicious, agonizing, sweet pain and pleasure as it felt like an eternity had passed before Ethan finally replied. Gradually sliding down to sit beside me and lightly rubbed my sore but satisfied body.

  "Tell me about it, Princess," was all he said as he leaned back on the couch with a chuckle.

  I moved to sit up with Ethan, my breaths coming and going still, exhaling hotly as the temperature of the room felt like it had gone up a few degrees since our tryst. My body was sheening in sweat, and strands of my dark hair pooled down in front of my face as I rose my wrists up to him in an offer of submission, of wanting to be freed.

  Ethan briefly looked at me as if he forgotten what he had done. But, just as quickly he grinned somewhat and lowered his head back on the couch as he chuckled as he slowly undid the rope bindings of my wrists.

  And just like that, I was freed, though I didn't fell particularly free. I was still bound to him in this moment of passion. My breath finally returned to me as I sighed as well and I moved to sit up on the couch and enjoyed the moment of silence between us both. Since our first encounter, it had been nothing but flirts, drinks, and winks. Chuckles, breathy intakes, and foreplay. Then moans and groans of pleasure. The silence, for what it was worth while still stuck in the The Twisted Sanctuary all around us, was a welcomed relief.

  But it only lasted a moment as a thought soon came to my mind. I remembered the trail we walked all along the hallway and the other occupants of the rooms that we passed and the various sounds that came from there. The sounds of desire, laughter, of sensual fornication, and even the whacks of pain and groans of satisfaction. So I had to ask.

  "Ethan... How did you even know that this room would be free?" I asked, turning my head to the back of the couch.

  Ethan merely shrugged his shoulders as he responded, that smirk never leaving his face.

  "Because this is my private room. I own this club."

  The words Ethan said struck me. Just like that. No fanfare, no build up to the moment or anything. Just my luck at having met the man who owned the BDSM club was enough to numb my mind in shock momentarily. I felt I needed to get him to elaborate. I slowly squirmed across the smooth leather coach.

  "You mean, you own this room? Or..."

  Ethan turned and looked at me. His hair was messed up from the throes of our sex and winked at me once more. "No. The club. The Twisted Sanctuary."

  I simply had to laugh somewhat at that as I shook my head in a bit of surprise. I turned and leaned back against the couch.

  "I guess I should have known," was all I could say, my thoughts forming into words before I could filter them with rational conscious thought.

  "And why is that?" Ethan asked in that slight purring tone as he settled in closer to me. His turned to face in my direction and sat there as if perching himself for another pounce.

  I looked him over as I had been all night: appraisingly. Even after I had been satisfied, he continued to please. My orgasm earlier having chased away all pretenses to a hypersexual need for release. "Someone so sexy. So confident, and who knows what he wants? I feel like I'm dreaming."

  "Funny. That's the same thing I was thinking about you," he responded, and in that instant, a blush crept up to my face, and butterflies flitted
about in my belly. His sense of wording once more rendered me bashful when I tried to mimic his confidence which turned me from a sexual creature to little schoolgirl.

  "I'm sure you say that to all the ladies you bring back here," I responded, feeling like it was a one-night thing between us both.

  "None that I ever call Princess."

  Another blush, but he wasn't going to beat me on that. I was sure I'd find a way to return that favor.

  "Yeah, well you're a prince yourself, Mr. McKnight."

  But as I continued Ethan cut me off as he leaned in closer to me. His face was so close to mine already.

  "Ethan. Miss Jessica Notaro," he said, and I looked back to him as I couldn't help but look to his piercing eyes.

  And then, he leaned in to kiss me. His lips pressing so close to mine as we shared that intimate moment once more. The thought of what I was going to say melting away as I embraced the moment, even more raced through my mind.

  But it was only for a moment before he pulled back, and chuckled once more. "You earned that kiss. Maybe if I see you again, if you enjoyed my company, of course, you'll earn another?"

  Ethan's question and enthusiasm were mystifying, and at that moment I felt I needed to tell him the truth. Even if I felt deep down it would mean perhaps no more kisses, no more one-night stands, and the loss of meeting someone so magical.

  Still, I looked at Ethan. Sheepishly, I slowly moved to lean back against the armrest of the leather couch. My long thick hair enveloped all around me as a shield of sorts as I gradually brought my legs down to touch the floor as I tried to find a way to bring it up to him the current situation of my marital status.

  "I... think I should come clean, Ethan McKnight," I started.

  Chapter Six

  Luckily, though, it didn't take me too long to explain to Ethan about my current situation with my previous marriage to Nick, and the truth about the state of my divorce, and my unhappiness with it and why I was so willing to go with a man who seemed to be everything I wanted.

  I came completely clean with him on the situation. He leaned back against the leathered couch with both of his arms and legs spread wider while he sat in contemplation. The gazes he gave in my direction telling me he understood what I was saying made clearer with a nod of his head with each new truth.

  "Ahh... So you're not exactly a Miss Notaro, but were a Mrs. Notaro?" He finally said after I had finished explaining to him everything about my life.

  I nodded my head. I knew probably, in the end, it would mean the end of the possibility of seeing Ethan again. Both of us were still naked, not having made any move to our clothes.

  "Yeah... As I said. I'm not in a happy situation either," I stated with a bit of finality to my voice.

  "It certainly doesn't seem so," Ethan mused. He stroked his goatee in thought for a moment before he turned to look at me. A bit of appraisal to his look, but ultimately, a sort of calculating glance was given. Almost as if he was thinking of what to say.

  Finally, he responded, continuing to probe me for information about my past relationship.

  "Haven't you gone to the police or anything? It sounds to me as if he's rather jealous, and wants to keep you on a leash. You're not married to him after all. Not if you're completely removed, and in the process of getting your maiden name legally changed back."

  "To be honest. I don't know why. Maybe a part of me still cares, and maybe a part of me is scared. I mean I've moved on, but I would be lying if I didn't fear my ex-husband just a little. He has connections with some dangerous people."

  "Does he know you've come to my club tonight?" he asked.

  "God, no. It's none of his business to know. It was my girlfriend's idea to come here when the original plan was to go to our favorite dive bar downtown. So, if anything he would think I'm at the dive bar tonight," I continued to speak, hurriedly as I didn't want Ethan to worry that my ex-husband would be coming here or anything.

  That seemed enough to make Ethan satisfied for the time being. Still contemplating a question or a statement he looked back to me once more. His brow raised slightly as he shifted where he sat, spreading those muscular thighs of his apart somewhat, both to my and his benefit.

  "And he left you unsatisfied, unhappy and made you feel like nothing but an object, correct?" he asked of me. That position he sat in causing a flurry of tingling sensations within me as I felt the return of warmth to my belly. The warmth due to both happiness to the return of the hungry appraisal, but also an apprehension of where this conversation would lead.

  I nodded, having felt I elaborated on that subject enough with him as he sighed, reached his hand over toward me and gave my thigh a caressing massage. He gradually moved to stand, illuminated by the dark red light of the room as his naked body stretched out before me.

  "Well then, Jessica. I suppose then that means that perhaps I'll see you at my club more often?" Ethan asked, turning to look back at me with that same winning grin he had always had.

  I felt a relief wash over me. I nodded and got up to stand with him. Burying my toes amongst the strands of carpeting beneath us both.

  "Yes. As often as I can."

  "Good. Often or not, I'll be around."

  I blushed. Ethan stared at me with that sensual, appraising look before he tilted his head to the pile of clothing we had left behind.

  "I think we've used this room long enough. It is getting late in the evening. Planning on sticking around?" he continued on.

  I sighed and shook my head in response. It was getting late, I realized without looking at the clock.

  "No. Sadly. I should probably get home before my ex-husband comes looking for me and finds out I'm not where I said I was."

  I felt a delicious ache of pleasure, and satisfaction. Of a tense session that benefited me instead of just focusing on the pleasure of one. A slight smile came to my face as I stepped forward where we had discarded our clothing earlier in the midst of passion. The heat of the room was now bearing down on me, but a welcome relief to the coldness of what should have been a night drinking alone, and returning to my unfurnished apartment in the dark.

  I leaned down, feeling the punished, pummeled cheeks of my rear end and gave Ethan a glimpse at what else will come his way for being so understanding of my plight, and the chance to return to see him once more. A reward of sorts that I was hoping he'd feel a need to take advantage of.

  I heard that sigh of pleased tension behind me and that low, grumbly sound that came with that purr of his and I couldn't help but grin in spite of myself. His voice filled the room still as I grabbed for my bra first before I stood back up to let him watch me dress.

  "Now you're really making me hope you come by more often. You know that right?"

  “Maybe." I teased. I turned around in the foggy haze of red light that was the playroom we commandeered. I smiled slightly at him as he returned to his seat on the couch, the blush to my cheeks only adding to the rosy hue of our surroundings.

  I nodded my head as I reached for my dress last. I reached down once more to give him that playful view of the portion of my body he so savagely, but beautifully ravaged.

  “Mmm, so you're teasing me now."

  “I'm just putting my clothes back on, Ethan."

  I noticed from the corner of my eye the hardness of his cock returning once more, giving an indication that my efforts to keep him interested were working.

  It was now my turn to play this teasing game as I pulled back on my long black hair, letting it slide down in a waterfall to the middle of my back, which covered nearly half of the features I was sure that Ethan liked. The bottom half of my assets at least for now still there.

  I leisurely turned on the spot where my panties had fallen as I pulled them off for Ethan's demands earlier. A sly little smile came to me as an idea formed in my head. I lifted one of my feet, slowly working the toes through the lacy fabric and looked at him. Ethan's eyes were on me with intense interest.

  Then, I kicked my
foot upward, and my panties landed on his broad chest, then quickly fell down to land squarely on his thigh, and somewhat off of the girthy base of his dick.

  Bingo, I thought. A direct hit.

  My own satisfaction turning me smug slightly as surprise came to Ethan's face, and then a deep, pleased grin as he spoke.

  "The more you stand there and do things like that, the more I don't think I can actually wait till next time."

  "Then it's a good thing I left you with a gift." I winked. I headed to the ornate door that separated us from the rest of the world. The sounds of the club having died down all around us as I looked back at Ethan one last time for the evening. Brushing my hair from face. "Till next time?"

  "Of course," he said as he gave a wink in return.

  I smiled.

  “Oh, and Jessica?"

  “Yes, Ethan?"

  “You're safe with me. You don't have to worry about anyone coming after you."

  I nodded and opened the door, and quickly left with a loud, final click. The lock in place separating me now, from the man of my dreams. The first man since the end of my marriage whom I had a connection with. Someone, I couldn't help, but feel a strong attraction toward.

  I came to a conclusion that I wasn't going to let the fear of my ex-husband get me down as I turned to walk back down the long hallway to The Twisted Sanctuary. I was my own woman now, and like Ethan said, I had nothing to worry about.

  The magic and mystique of the Cave of Pain and Pleasure were now mostly gone, knowing what the inside of the rooms looked like and the fact I wasn't tethered to the leash of lust. I made my way down toward the exit. Having past by several people along the way who looked to have been much in the same mood as I was earlier, on the way to their designated rooms. Their own thoughts tuned in with their pleasure and the joy of what was to come for their evening.