Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

SIN

T ime is a funny thing. If you're having the worst week of your life, it drags on, feeling like it will never end. If you're having the best time, then of course, it's over in the blink of an eye. Tonight is my last night with Kierra and as I stare at her bound to the bed in my playroom, it's all so bittersweet. She looks like a fucking Goddess, blindfolded, spread out for me, rope tied around her limbs, her lips slightly parted as she begs for more.

"Please, Daddy," she says with the sexiest little whimper.

I sit kneeling between her creamy thighs, licking and kissing every inch of accessible skin on her stunning body, causing her to tremble for me. She reacts to every touch. Nothing is too subtle to get a response. I drag the dark blue feather from her neck to her breasts, circling it around her nipples and she begs again, "Please, Daddy."

"Such a needy little slut. Always wanting your every desire immediately."

Setting the feather aside, I lick my way down her body before pressing my face against her pussy. "I'm going to miss this scent," I admit more to myself than to her, but it's the truth. Doing the right thing rarely feels good.

I dip my tongue inside her cunt and she cries out as she pulls on her restraints. Swirling my tongue around inside her, I keep my gaze on her face, she's filled with such beautiful need, it takes a lot of control to keep going and not fill her with my cock when she begs for it, "Please. Fuck me."

Replacing my tongue with my fingers, I bite down on her clit, enjoying the yelp I elicit from her pretty lips. "Who's in charge, Kierra?"

She whimpers, "You are, Daddy."

I swipe my tongue over her clit. "And who decides when you get my cock?"

"You do," she yells out, sounding absolutely fucking desperate, and it speaks directly to my dick. I'm weeping for her and am physically aching to fuck her, but I want more of her orgasms. It's as if I think if I hold off on fucking her, it'll make tonight last longer and prevent the inevitable from happening. It won't. Eventually, the dark will turn to light and I'll watch her walk away as we agreed. She'll meet a man much younger than me, someone that will give her everything I can't, He'll be the man she needs him to be.

"Oh God," she cries out as I take her swollen clit between my lips and suck just the way she likes, not too soft and not too hard, while I curl my fingers inside her. There's nothing more beautiful than Kierra coming for me.

The way her back arches off the bed, pushing her tits up.

The sounds that come from her throat.

Her hands balled into tight little fists.

The trembling of her limbs.

I have no fucking clue which part of her orgasm is my favorite. It's all complete perfection.

Climbing onto my knees, I suck my fingers clean, and move on top of her and slide inside her pussy. She sighs a breath of relief as I fill her completely. This is impossible. The fucking devastation that waits for me at the end of this. The way her body takes my cock like it was made for me. It's all imaginary. We see what we want to see and, more than anything, I want to see her as mine. Permanently.

I hover over her, thrusting into her pussy, my hand wrapped around her throat, listening to her sweet little cries of pleasure, "Daddy."

Kierra, bound to my bed with black rope, keeping her in place is a vision I plan to never forget. Exquisite. I pull out most of the way before pushing my hips forward and bottoming out once again. I keep my hand on her throat, not to take away her ability to breathe, but because I fucking love to feel the pounding of her pulse against my palm, along with the vibration of her vocal cords when she moans for me.

"Such a dirty little slut."

A delicious little smirk forms as the corners of her mouth lift slightly. "Only for you, Daddy."

I lift the blindfold over the top of her head. My heart pounds as I stare into her stunning eyes, and I know I'm nowhere near ready to let go of the best and worst submissive I have ever known. She frequently attempts to control everything instead of letting go and giving into what she agreed to. Yet, I've never wanted anything more. I won't speculate why because I already know. We always tend to want the one thing we can't have. Kierra is that thing to me. The one that'll get away because I have no choice. I'm not my buddy, Zade. For her, I'll sacrifice my own needs and let her go.

"Come."

This is the only way she consistently obeys me. Like her body and mind battle over her submission and eventually, the pleasure wins. Her eyes stay on mine because the one thing she has learned is I want to see her completely when she orgasms, even though the natural instinct is to close the eyes. Her body arches underneath me, she clenches her fists because she's tied to the bed. If it weren't for that she'd be clawing at my skin.

"Good girl," I groan before I slam my lips to hers and taste her sweet mouth. I slide my tongue against hers and she reciprocates beautifully, like this kiss is everything she needs. I keep fucking her pussy at a fast pace as I kiss her, chasing my release, wanting desperately to fill her with my cum and then watch it leak out of her.

I pull back and smirk at her. "You're going to be so tired tomorrow you won't even miss this because I'm going to fuck you until the sky has light."

With a sad expression, she admits, "I could never be that tired. I already miss you."

Dragging my hand from her throat to her pretty tits, I pinch her nipple, causing a little yelp to escape from her lips. "I'm going to fill you. Then I'll untie you and fill you once more. And then, I'll start over again."

Pleasure travels through me, my balls tighten, and I grunt out my release, filling Kierra with my cum. After pulling out of her, I untie her wrists and rub the feeling back into her arms before doing the same with her legs.

I slide my arms underneath her, lift her into my arms, and carry her to the bedroom. She nuzzles against my chest and wraps her arms around my neck. "I love you, Sin."

Instant fucking pain.

"Kierra don't. Tomorrow you leave and you'll only make it harder on both of us."

It's not that I feel nothing for her. If I said that was the case, I'd be a liar. Feelings change nothing. She'll be happier without me, and the sooner she realizes that, the better. I'd prefer it to happen now rather than down the road when it'll hurt even more. Declarations of love will only cause more pain.

I watch her shut down. It's like a curtain has been pulled over her eyes. The Kierra I've known for the last week is no longer here. She's gone into protective mode and it's probably for the better. I don't want to hurt her and no matter how hard I try, it's always the same result.