Page 16 of Sin

I nod, “Okay.”

With a grin, he says, “I still expect complete obedience. Suck on my tongue, baby girl. I want you to taste how good that sweet pussy tastes.”

My eyes widen with shock, but I do as he told me to and suck on his tongue, swallowing down my own wetness, which seems to make him crazy.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby girl, you’re so hot it makes my goddamn head spin.”

He pinches my nipple while he slams his lips to mine aggressively, like he’s dying to have me, and while I have no experience at all, it’s a heady feeling. Nobody has ever looked at me the way he does. With the purest hunger, that cannot be contained.

When the driver says, “We’re here, sir,” he groans against my lips, “Be a good girl and do exactly as I tell you to.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He puts my breast back into my dress and when I giggle he says, “Tonight you’re mine, baby girl. And no one will fucking look at you. This exquisite body is for my eyes only.”

Should his words set me off? Maybe but they don’t. He’s possessive and I like it. Mama would be disgusted because I was raised to not put up with men like Sin. Although I like it, the way he refers to me as his. I know it’s only for one night. I wish I could live in this bubble longer, but I know I can’t.

He helps me out of the car, “Eyes cast down. You are not to look at anyone.”

I don’t understand why, but I don’t question it, and keep my gaze on my feet as we walk into the casino. “You live here?”

“Yes,” he hisses, “I own it and I live here, no more talking.”

Wow. Talk about a complete personality change. He was so sweet before, and now he’s bossy and in control. What the hell is wrong with me because as hot as he was before, this is hotter. Dominant Sin is doing more to me than the version of him that seemed to care about me.

He holds me by the back of my neck, and if anybody notices, they don’t say a word. Maybe they know better. Oh, my God. Does he do this all the time? I’m one of dozens of women he forces to bend to his will?

We walk into the empty elevator, and he pushes me to the side. “Hands on the wall.”

I place my palms flat against the surface and tell him, “Sin, no.”

He chuckles loudly, “That won’t work, baby girl. You’re mine to do with as I wish as long as I don’t do anything on your hard limit list. Or if you say your safe word. Are you going to safe word on Daddy already?”

“No,” I whisper, mainly because I don’t want this to be done. Sure, I need the money, but I also need him. I want this.

He kicks my legs open as he holds the back of my neck firm, but not painfully so. Dragging his free hand up the back of my thigh, he squeezes my ass. “I need to feel that cunt gripping my fingers.”

Sin slides his hand inside my panties and pushes two fingers inside me. He groans at my whimper, “Just as I thought. Fucking perfection.”

He fucks me with his fingers as he whispers dirty things in my ear and I unravel in a public elevator. I dig my nails into the wall as I moan, and I don’t even care if anyone hears me.

After he pulls his fingers out of me and lets me go, I turn around to face him, keeping my gaze on the floor. I can’t believe I just had my second orgasm ever in a public elevator.

“You may look at me. I like it when you look at me. I don’t like it when you look at other men. There are a lot of Dominants that stay in my hotel and I wouldn’t want them getting any ideas about you.”

He pushes his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean with a groan, “Much sweeter than chocolate cake.”

The doors slide open and I follow him out, “So you own the casino, the restaurant, the club. What else?”

He turns to me with a heated gaze. “For tonight, Kierra, I own you.”

I swallow hard as we step inside his home, a penthouse suite above his casino, and gasp as I get my first look around. The room is vast with light gray walls. There’s an opening between this room and the kitchen. I turn to the right and see full windows overlooking the Las Vegas strip. A large brown couch sits in the middle of the room with a soft bear rug in front of it that matches the walls. A small glass bar sits on the other side of the room outside of the kitchen. Two large chairs the same color and fabric as the couch sit on the other side of the room with a large ottoman between them. It’s decorated sparsely, with a few flowers on the counter between the living room and kitchen, but there’s a larger-than-life painting of a woman in lingerie. Her green eyes draw my gaze to her, and I can’t help but wonder who she is.

I swallow hard before I ask, “Sin, do you have a girlfriend?”

He chuckles, “No, baby girl. I don’t. If I did, you wouldn’t be here. It’s just art.”

Taking my hand, he leads me down the long hallway with several doors. He opens the door and I let out an audible gasp as I glance around the room.

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