Page 23 of Sin

He slams into me with one hard thrust, “But then you knew that, didn’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I admit.

Sin grabs my ass on either side, digs his fingers into my welted skin. “Such a bad girl. One week, Kierra. That’s it. You will stay here and be my perfect submissive and let me use you repeatedly. In exchange for your obedience, I’ll give you so many orgasms you’ll lose count.”

He shoves a finger into my asshole, causing me to scream, “I’m going to take this, too. And of course you’ll let me because you’re my submissive little cum slut.”

Sin rotates his finger in my ass in circles. “Aren’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. YES!”

Keeping his finger buried in my back hole, he slams into my pussy repeatedly, “You like being degraded, slut? Is that your kink?”

I don’t answer as the shame fills me as much as he does.

“Answer me, filthy whore.”

His words are my undoing. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it makes me explode around him. “Daddy,” I cry as he fills me with a grunt.

He pulls out of me, undoes the restraints and lifts me into his arms and holds me close to his chest. “Where are we going?”I ask as he holds me tight against his chest. His warmth soaks into my skin and, once again, the illusion fills me.Safety. Maybe it’scalling him Daddy, but there’s a small part of me that thinks he’d protect me.

“To take a bath, beautiful, and put some cream on that red ass of yours.”

I giggle against his shoulder as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Are you always such a naughty girl? Refusing to do what you’re told?”

Again I laugh, “No. I always follow all the rules to an annoying point. You bring out another side of me.”

He rolls his eyes as he sets me on my feet in his giant bathroom. There’s a large shower on one side of the room, big enough to fit five or six people with shower heads on three sides. And a massive tub in the middle of the room, black with a gold faucet also large enough to fit several people. To my right is a black granite counter with two large mirrors above it and a his and hers sink with gold faucets. It all matches like a picture in a home magazine.

After he has the tub as full as he wants it, he turns to me. “It’s ready. In you go.”

I climb in and he turns to leave. “Where are you going?”

He runs a hand through his hair. “I’ll take a shower in the other bathroom. We need to keep things separate. This can’t be more than sex, Kierra. You’ll sleep in a guest bedroom while you’re here.”

I glare at him in shock. He is not doing this, I will not allow it, “As long as you’re my Daddy, isn’t it your job to take care of me?”

He nods. “Yes, but we’re together for a short time.”

I sigh, “Alright, so my needs don’t matter. Got it. Thank you for drawing the bath for me.”

Turning away from him, I wait. Am I being manipulative? Yes, one hundred percent. According to Amira, this is what I need to do, so I will.

“What do you need from me, Kierra?”

I answer in one word, “You.”

Without a response, he climbs in behind me and settles into the tub, and pulls me into his arms. “This is another reason we can’t have more than a week. I cannot have a submissive constantly trying to top from the bottom.”

I giggle. “Yeah, I didn’t know what that meant the first time and I still don’t.”

His voice is stern and annoyed. “When a submissive attempts to control the play, dynamic or even the entire relationship from their place of submission. It’s manipulation and I don’t like it. A good sub won’t manipulate to get their way. They trust their Dominant may not give into every whim because he knows what she needs.”

“You really don’t get it, do you, Sin?”

I turn in his arms and straddle his lap, “What I need is you. If you’d just give in for more than some stupid amount of time, I’d be the best submissive you’ve ever had. Why do we need to put a time limit on it? Why can’t we just see where this goes?”

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