Submit to Desire (The Original Sinners 0.5)

She winced as his fingers tightened their hold. He pushed hard into her and came with a ragged breath.

He pulled out slowly. A minute later he came back to the bed. Charlie saw him reach for the flogger.

“Dragon,” she said and he dropped it again.

He reached up and untied her and she collapsed back into his arms. He picked her up and laid her down. Kneeling on the floor next to the bed, he ran a hand through her still wet hair.

“Too much pain, ma chérie?” He didn’t seem the least upset with her that she’d stopped him.

“No.” She shook her head and smiled tiredly at him. The muscles inside her still fluttered. “Too much pleasure.”

* * *

The next few weeks at Chez Kingsley, as he called his home, passed in a haze of sex and pain and more sex. Kingsley was a near limitless font of alternative sexual knowledge and experience. He’d introduced her to something new every day. One day it was nipple clamps. The next day spanking. He taught her to beg for his cock. Taught her to crawl for him. One day he dressed in leather pants and whipped her. The next day he put her in lingerie, tied her to his bed with silk scarves and violated her every orifice. Last weekend he’d even videotaped them having sex and made her watch it. Then he’d given her the only copy of the tape and let her decide what to do with it. Her first instinct was to destroy it.

She hadn’t.

And every few days when she least suspected it, when she was certain he was out of the house or in a meeting, he would sneak up on her, grab her, throw her against the wall or push her onto the floor or the bed and ravish her brutally. No matter how many times he did it, it always terrified her. No matter how many times he did, she always loved it.

Charlotte wasn’t sure what he was doing to her tonight. He’d ordered her to wait naked in his bedroom in his huge chaise longue armchair. She leaned back into the plush fabric and closed her eyes. The chair was nearly the size of a love seat. He’d taken her a few times on it already. The chair arms were the perfect place for her legs to drape over as he thrust into her. She only had one more week here with Kingsley before she met the client he’d been training her for. She didn’t think she’d be able to run off with this guy no matter how rich and “not unattractive” he was. Still…she also couldn’t imagine leaving this place and returning entirely to her old life. Kingsley had marked her and not just with the bruises on her body.

She did miss work, however, and would be glad to go back to it. She’d cut everyone’s hair in Kingsley’s household except for Kingsley himself. He told her no one but his barber in France was allowed near his hair. She called him a coward and he’d punished her in wicked ways for the insult.

“You’ve got a lovely smile on your lips, Charlie. I’d love to know if I put it there.”

Opening her eyes, she found Kingsley standing above her.

“I was thinking about what I’d do to your hair if you let me cut it. Your hot mess is very dashing, but I could make it even better.”

“You come near me with your scissors, and I’ll make sure you wake up with significantly less hair in the morning.”

Charlotte laughed. He’d shaved her in the bath last night. If he had no compunction about removing her most private hair, she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to cut any other hair off.

“Fine. I’ll leave your hair alone. But you keep telling me I have to trust you. When are you going to start trusting me a little?”

“I trust you quite a bit. Just not with my hair. But I’m glad you mention trust.”

He held up a black scarf.

“Blindfold?” she guessed.

“Très bien, ma chérie.”

Everything Kingsley had done to her, he’d done with her eyes open. The blindfold made her nervous; she could tell from the smile on his face that he was enjoying that fact.

He tied it around her eyes and the room went completely dark.

She started when Kingsley took her ankles and pushed her legs wide open and draped them over the arms of the chair. She heard him pull the ottoman close. She knew he was sitting on it in front of her exposed body. A month ago she would have been terrified and mortified. She was still a little terrified but Kingsley had taught her to be shameless. She was enjoying shameless. She hadn’t even gone out drinking or clubbing since she met Kingsley. He was all the decadence she needed.

“Let’s play a guessing game, Charlie. You guess all five right and you can do anything you want to me when the game is over.”

“Anything?”

“Anything that isn’t illegal. Or at least anything we won’t get caught doing.”

“What am I guessing?”

“You’re guessing what object I’m putting inside you.”

All her self-congratulatory anti-shame thoughts went out the window.

“You are going to stick stuff in me, and I have to guess what it is?”

“I think I just said that. Ready?”

“No,” she said but didn’t safe out. She’d quickly learned with Kingsley that “no” meant anything but “no” to him. Until she said “dragon” she was in.

She felt Kingsley’s fingertips opening her up. And then something slightly flat pushed slowly into her. It had a round base that narrowed. She tried to imagine what it was. She felt something on it tickle her outer lips. Something soft like a bristles.

“Jesus, Kingsley. That’s my best hairbrush. Do you know how expensive those things are?”