The Consequence (The Evolution of Sin 3)

I opened my mouth to say something but only a ragged groan emerged by he landed a hard smack on my ass. He unwrapped his arm from around me and used it to add two fingers to my clutching bottom, twisting and turning them inside me in a sinuous rhythm that had my entire body clenching, quickening again.

“I, oh God,” I blathered incoherently as he worked both my holes.

“Hush,” he murmured and I could feel him staring at our connection, watching how I opened and closed around him. “So pretty.”

“Please, oh, please,” I begged, for what I didn’t really know.

“What do you need, ma jolie fille?” he husked.

“I need to come again,” I panted. “I want to come on you.”

“On me where?” he urged me to say. “You know I like your voice.”

“Please, sir, take my ass and let me come again.”

Before I even had the words out, his fingers were gone and he was surging, sure and steady into my ass. I screamed into the duvet, sweating and moaning and aching as he spread me open over his huge girth.

“Oh God, oh God,” I murmured into the blanket at he seated himself fully inside me and then slowly pulled out.

He continued to fuck me tortuously, so slowly that I could feel every ridge and vein in his cock as it entered me.

“Please,” I begged.

He pulled out, ignoring my murmured protests and ran his finger around my gaping opening. It was such a possessive, intimate touch that I nearly lost it as he ran his thumb around and around my closing muscle, dipping the tip of his digit into me from time to time.

I could feel the puddle of my arousal at the base of my knees, soaking the bed.

“So fucking pretty,” he groaned. “This ass, this pussy, this woman.”

“Yours, all of it,” I gritted out through my teeth.

“Mine,” he agreed, heaving into me again.

This time he set a brutal pace, each time pressing his entire length into me before taking almost the entire thing out again. He pushed and pulled me off of his dick, slamming me back and forth against his hips so that I was rocking like an agitated pendulum.

“Work yourself against my cock,” he ordered and I threw myself back against him with an athleticism that I hadn’t known I possessed.

“Are you going to come with me in your ass, Elle?” he asked me, his cool voice cracking like breaks in the ice at the end of his question.

It spurned me on. “Yes, sir, if you will allow it.”

He fucked me harder, slapping my ass with each cruel thrust. The pain gathered at the base of my spine and spooled into golden pleasure.

“I’ll allow it. Come then.”

A hoarse shout ripped from my lugs as I went completely rigid, the orgasm tearing through me, paralyzing me from the inside out for one shocking moment before it electrified me, shaking and rolling every single molecule in my body together until I was only a churning mass of matter, not even human any more.

Vaguely, I heard his gruff shout of triumph before he released warm and deep inside me.

After a few moments, he gently left me and smoothed me out on the bed so that I was lying straight and tied on the mattress. He unbound my hands and pressed a kiss to each wrist before he undid my blindfold. His hands ran down my back, rubbing and soothing my back, bum and thighs for a few moments before I was a complete puddle of melted woman against the bed. Only then did he go to the bathroom to clean up.

When he returned, he pushed a button for the AC and I sighed softly as it stirred beautifully over my sweat soaked skin.

“Thank you,” I murmured as he got into bed beside me.

“No, Elle, thank you for trusting me with yourself. Best Christmas present ever.”

I grinned at him even as I fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Eleven.

It was on New Years Eve when I got the call.

We were at Cage’s massive apartment where he was throwing a 1920s themed party. It had been an amazing night even though my stomach was a little off so I wasn’t drinking. Sinclair looked absolutely dashing in a traditional black tuxedo and his eyes flashed every time he took in the four rows of perfect blush pearls that lined by throat. I had only been collared for six days and it was still thrilling to both of us.

We were also just straight up happy. We had found a harmony together, living side by side, that I never could have guessed would be so easy or so blissful. I knew we would go back to New York soon, we had talked about going at the end of January, but for now, we were finding our way in our new relationship without the strain of outside judgment.