Page 13 of Sin

SIN

Iwatch Kierra eat her sushi and wonder how long it’s been since she’s really eaten. I want to ask her about her eating habits, but I also don’t want to make her feel bad about herself. If she were going to be my submissive, I would demand that information, but she isn’t. This is only for tonight. I’m not interested in a relationship and I doubt she is either. Besides, she’s too young for me.

She smiles softly at me in between bites, “Thank you, Sin.”

Narrowing my gaze at her, “What’s my name?”

Instantly, I don’t like the frown on her face. “Shit. I’m sorry. Thank you, Daddy.”

Then under her breath she says, “I always fuck everything up.”

“Baby girl, look at me.”

She does and I notice unshed tears welling in her eyes and I don’t fucking like it, “You are expected to do as you’re told and that includes addressing me properly however, you didn’t fuck anything up. I don’t know who made you feel that way, but they were wrong. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Fuck. Hearing those words from her does something I didn’t expect. Something I can’t even define.

“Good girl.”

Her face lights up by my praise before her cheeks blush beautifully.

“What’s your safe word, Kierra?”

She pops a piece of bluefin tuna into her mouth as she chews thoughtfully.

With a smile, she answers, “Poverty.”

Whenever I’m with a submissive, I always make sure they remember their choice of safe word. I never ask why they choose whatever word they go with. It’s not about the word, it's about making sure we play in a safe environment. They are handing over control and it’s essential that there’s never a doubt that they’ll be kept safe. This is the first time I’ve ever questioned the actual word.

“Why poverty?”

A sad expression crosses her face, “You’ve probably never spent a day in your life poor, so I wouldn’t expect you to understand. Poverty is the unsexiest word in the English language. Until you’ve wondered whether you should spend that two dollars on bread or save it for an emergency, you won’t get it. When you have a certain dollar amount with no expectation of ever getting more and you’re unsure how long you can survive before you’re on the street eating from the kindness of strangers, it changes how you perceive things. Lying awake at night with your rumbling stomach physically in pain but being unable to do anything about it? Yeah, poverty is the unsexiest thing.”

Her answer causes a tightness in my chest and throwing caution to the wind, I ask, “How long had it been since you had eaten, Kierra?”

She doesn’t answer, instead she averts her gaze and stares at the aquarium with large orange Garibaldi fish in it.

“Baby girl, I expect an answer.”

Kierra shakes her head, like she’s trying to shake away unpleasant emotions, “I don’t know, Sin. Three or four days. Maybe five.”

I ignore her using my first name because it doesn’t fucking matter right now.

“You should’ve called me. I would’ve brought you food or money. Whatever you needed.”

She shrugs her dainty shoulders. “I didn’t give you what you wanted. Why should you give me anything? I mean, you didn’t even know me.”

Do I want inside her virgin pussy? Of course I do. Only a dead man wouldn’t, but whether or not she gives me what I want, I’d never see her starving. Had she told me she’d never let me fuck her, but that she was hungry, I would have accepted it and bought her food, anyway. I don’t know everything that has happened that’s put her in this position, but I’d never let her go without, simply because I didn’t get what I wanted.

“Why? Because you’re a fucking human being, Kierra. No one should ever go hungry. In the future, please call me.”

She nods, “Okay.”

I run a hand through my hair. “I’m going to order you more food.”

With a giggle, she says, “It doesn’t work like that. I’ve had enough. I can’t eat several days' worth of food in one sitting.”

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