Page 55 of Sin

I do as I’m told, but I take my time getting there.

“If you accept this collar, it means you are mine. It’s a commitment. Forever. There is no more significant commitment for us, not even marriage. I will own you for a lifetime.”

I swallow hard. “If I accept it?”

He nods and closes his eyes tight before reopening them. “This isn’t a demand because you must choose this willingly as I’ve chosen you. If you don’t want this, now would be the time to speak up.”

My eyes drop to the beautiful collar that looks more like a necklace. The chain, made of white gold, is of medium thickness and has a diamond heart attached to it. He’s waiting for a response and I know it might make him angry, but I need to be sure about this.

“Do I have to decide right now?”

He runs a hand through his hair and closes the box with his free one. “No.”

After he sets the box on the chest of drawers, he approaches me again, “Stand.”

I do, and he caresses my cheek. “Everything between us is consensual. I need to make sure you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“What?”

Running his hand through my hair, he wraps it around his fist and pulls my head back. “Goddamn it, Kierra. I want you. So fucking much, but you’re scaring me.”

“Why am I scaring you?”

He groans painfully. “I thought you’d accept the collar without a second thought. Now it’s making me question if you want this at all. You’ve been through a lot and I want to make sure I’m not forcing you to do something you really don’t want.”

Sin releases my hair as it all sinks in. “I want you. Desperately. I just-”

I trail off, unsure if I should say what I’m thinking.

“You just what?”

“I’m afraid you won’t want me like before. I guess I wanted us to make sure before making a permanent commitment.”

He wraps his hand around my throat. “Kierra, is this about the scars again?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“Fine,” he growls, “I’m going to fuck you so you can see how much I still love this gorgeous body. And then I’ll spank your ass for not taking me at my word.”

“Go put your hands on the mirror,” he says and I glance at the mirrored wall, then back at him. He arches an eyebrow. “Do as you're told. Do you understand my instructions?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I go over to the mirror, the last place I want to be and place my hands on it and close my eyes. He smacks my ass. “Open your eyes. Look at your gorgeous body while I fuck you. See for yourself how badly I want you.”

Standing behind me with his cock pressed against my ass, he trails his hand from one breast to the other, where I was nearly killed. “This is beautiful. It serves as a reminder that I almost lost you.”

“Do you feel how hard my cock is for you, baby?” He asks as he runs his fingers along my second deepest scar, on my abdomen, “Yes,” I whimper.

“When you look at these scars, remember they mean one thing and one thing only. You are strong, baby girl. You survived a brutal attack that would’ve killed some of the strongest men I know. Yet, here you are. They aren’t ugly, as you claim. Like the rest of you, they’re beautiful. If it’s part of you, it’s perfect.”

“Daddy,” I whisper softly.

Leaning his head down, he kisses my neck while he slides inside me with a sexy groan, “Fuck.”

“Do you see how good you look with my cock buried inside you?”

“Daddy.”

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