Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

KIERRA

W e get into the back of the limo. His eyes never leave mine, even when he speaks to his driver. While talking to him, he strokes his fingers down my neck and over my shoulder causing me to shiver slightly.

"Earphones in," Sin says to his driver as he raises the privacy glass.

Running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, he speaks low, "Ever since I found you in my casino, I've wondered what you would taste like. I need to see if the fantasy is better than reality."

I can't stop the whimper that escapes from me. His heated expression causes the butterflies to swirl in my stomach. The feel of his fingers on my skin, his words, it all has me feeling things I probably shouldn't be. Desperate need. This is about money, so I know he shouldn't be having this effect on me. He was right when he said I wanted this. The thought of what happens if I can't please him never truly leaves my mind. He knows I'm a virgin but still likely has expectations I may not meet. I don't have long to overthink it because he leans down, his lips ghosting over mine. "Are you going to let Daddy kiss you?"

"Yes," I whisper.

He groans, "Say my name, baby girl."

I know he's not referring to Sin and maybe it should be something I find gross, but it's not. There's a safety in it I do not understand.

"Yes, Daddy."

His breath washes over me as his scent of whiskey and oak envelops me. "Good girl. Such a good girl."

He presses his lips to mine in a slow, tantalizing kiss. Dragging his fingers through my hair he cradles the back of my head as he tilts it to the side and he pushes his tongue inside my mouth. Running my hands up his chest to his shoulders, he groans like he's not used to being touched like this when I'm sure this is not new to him. His tongue swirls around mine as he changes our kiss from a slow one to a desperate, needy one. He begins to kiss me more aggressively with his mouth like he can't get enough. And he's not alone. I never want this kiss to end. At this moment, he is the only thing that exists in the world. I'm completely lost in him.

Less than a minute later, he has me laying on the seat with my legs wrapped around him as he kisses his way down my neck.

He pulls my breast out of my pearl colored halter dress and swipes his tongue across my nipple causing me to gasp and moan, "Oh God."

Sin stares into my face as he sucks my nipple between his lips. First, he's soft and then hard before his teeth sink in, making me yelp.

"Let's see how wet you are."

He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh, slowly traveling to where I'm desperate for him to touch me. Sliding his fingers underneath my panties, he groans, "Good girl. Fuck, you're drenched for me. So perfect."

I whimper as he brushes his thumb over my clit, "Daddy."

The tone of his response is low and gravely and I think I might explode simply from hearing it, "That's right, baby girl. Daddy is going to take care of you."

He moves down onto the floor of the car and presses his face against the outside of my panties. Did he just inhale? And why did that act alone make my clit throb?

"Fuck, your scent is exhilarating."

Sin growls like a wild animal on the prowl for his next meal, slides my panties to the side, and then his tongue is lashing wildly over my clit. The pleasure is instant and confusing. I jump from the contact because it's unexpected. Everybody knows sex is supposed to feel good. I'm not that na?ve. Still, I didn't know it would feel like this.

"Daddy," I moan loud enough that I suddenly realize why he told his driver he needed earphones. I grip his hair on either side and hold his head down. "Please. Please, Daddy."

This sensation is foreign to me, but it feels so good and I never want it to end. I don't even know what I'm asking for and he groans, "Beautiful. Now fucking come for me."

He sucks on my clit like he did my nipple and I don't have the chance to tell him I don't know how to come. White spots dance in my vision as my body trembles. I thrash from side to side as I push my pussy further into his face and cry out his name repeatedly. Like he lit a fuse, my body explodes with pleasure I've never known. A feeling in my core intensifies as my insides clench onto nothing. I tremble uncontrollably. It's euphoric and terrifying because I don't know what's happening, but I like it and never want it to stop.

Sin climbs over me and stares at me with wet lips and a heated expression. "Fucking perfect. The reality is far better than the fantasy."

"Thank you, Daddy."

He groans again like those three words mean something to him. "Tonight is going to be a little different because you're inexperienced and I want you to get everything you need from me."

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.