Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

KIERRA

" G oddamn it, Kierra. Use your fucking safe word."

As much as my ass hurts, I never will. I sob out a loud ‘no' as he curses under his breath.

"I don't want to hurt you."

Do I consider telling him it's a little too late for that? No, because he gave me more than one opportunity to leave before he did this. This isn't his fault, it's mine and I don't regret the stinging of my ass.

The buckle on the belt makes a clunking sound as it hits the floor when he drops it. I don't move because I'm strapped to the table. All I can do is wait for his next move.

"What do you want from me, Kierra?"

"More," I whimper as he traces his fingers over my ass, I continue, "More of this. Of everything. One week, Sin and I'll go away quietly."

He shoves fingers inside me. "So if I give you that, I won't find you fucking this beautiful pussy in my house after you've agreed to leave?"

"No. I'll do what you want and leave you alone."

Sin groans as he finger fucks me. "You should know, baby girl. This topping from the bottom doesn't work for me. I don't like it."

I can hear him undoing his pants with his free hand before he replaces his fingers with his big cock. "I shouldn't give into your defiant behavior. Yet I can't control myself with this dripping pussy right in front of me."

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's calling 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?"

He shakes his head. "No, Kierra. Nobody ever gets everything they want. It's my job to look after your needs, not wants. You might think this is it, but it's not. Trust me, baby girl. I'm saving you a lot of pain. This would never be permanent. I'd lose interest and it would hurt you. You can't see it now because you're so young and inexperienced, but this isn't what you need."

Sin closes his eyes like he's filled with pain. "I wish it were."

I wrap my arms around his neck. "What about what you need, Daddy?"

"Mine are secondary. I'll always put you first."

His words are an example of what makes me think this could be more. Maybe not forever, but more. I run my fingers down his chest, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. The way he responds to my touch makes my heart squeeze. I don't know why my age is such a factor for him. If only he knew what I had been through. I swear the last couple of years have aged me by decades. He doesn't understand. I may not even be alive in a year. There won't be any coming back. It's now or never and never is not an option I'm willing to take.

Lifting up, I grab his cock and slide onto it before he has a chance to stop me. He shakes his head. "Always trying to control things."

"Please Daddy, let me make you feel good. Do you ever let anyone take care of you? I want to."

He grabs my hair on either side of my head and pulls me down, and kisses me desperately. I'm banking on him, not letting me leave after the week is over. And if he does, I don't know what I'll do.