Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

KIERRA

" G et undressed and stand at the window with your palms against the glass."

I want to argue that people will see me, but the arch in his eyebrow tells me I should obey every word he says, so I do. Rising to my feet, I take off my bra and panties before hooking my thumbs into my thigh highs to remove them, but he stops me.

"Keep them on, along with your heels."

I walk over to the glass and place my hands on the cool glass as he told me to, but when I see a man on the other side, I feel self conscious. The sound of his belt buckle and zipper echoes in the quiet room along with my harsh breaths. My heart is pounding as I spot another man walking by.

I didn't hear his footsteps, but suddenly Sin stands behind me, running his lips and tongue over the back of my neck.

"I don't like this. People can see me."

Sin chuckles softly. "I will take you wherever I want. Sometimes that will be in public. Right now you can relax, you can see them, but they can't see you."

He grabs my ass on either side and groans, "I want to tie you up and torture you for hours on end, but I don't have time for that, even though you deserve it."

His cock is outside my entrance and I want him inside of me with a desperation that has me whimpering.

"Please, Daddy."

Sin whispers in my ear, "This is your only chance to change your mind. Once I'm inside you, you're mine. I'm not fucking you, I'm claiming you. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes. I want this. I want you."

He pushes inside me. His chest is against my back, the growl that comes from him vibrates from his body into me. "Mine. I fucking own you now. If another man touches you, I'll kill him and then I will punish you."

I gasp in shock because I can't imagine him killing anyone. He's always been kind to me, but it doesn't matter because I'll never let another man touch me, anyway.

"Tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours, Daddy. Only yours. I've always been yours."

Sin pulls out most of the way and slams back inside me, pushing my body hard against the glass.

"This isn't working for me."

My heart shatters like glass as the tears fall from my eyes. Is this my punishment? To believe I have him only for him to pull the rug from underneath me?

I swallow hard thinking the worst-case scenario when he pulls out of me, "Turn around, baby girl, I need to see you while I fuck you."

When I turn toward him, he swipes his thumb over my wet cheek. "What is this?"

"I thought you changed your mind," I admit.

Sin takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "Not a chance. You're mine now. Spread your legs."

He squats down, lifting me with my legs over his arms. "I want them on my shoulders."

I have no idea what's happening, but again do as he instructs. He moves his hands to my ass on either side, as my legs sit on his shoulders, my arms around his neck and he fucks me in this weird pretzel position.

With his dick inside me, my arms around his neck and legs on his shoulders, he walks us over to a bondage bench like the one in his house and lays me on top of it. "You really should be tied to this. I like it when you're helpless, but this will have to work for now."

Leaning down he presses his lips to mine, I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and get lost in everything Sin. His taste, his scent, the occasional grunt, the way he fills me so completely to where I think another inch wouldn't possibly fit. This is what he does to me. He consumes me.

Pulling back from our kiss, he glares at me. "I can't stop thinking about his lips on your skin. Skin that belongs to me. Would you have let him fuck you? Would you have let him inside my beautiful cunt?"

I shake my head in denial. "No. Never."

It's the truth. I would never give myself so completely to any other man, no matter what.

"Only you, Daddy."

He slides his hands down my sides, grips my hips on either side, and pistons his hips forward at a brutal pace. "Mine," he groans loudly as we both come undone.

Pulling out of me, he sets his expectations for the night. "We're going downstairs. I cannot be gone for the entire night. When I'm sitting, you will not kneel beside me. You will sit on my lap. When I go to the stage, you are to be seated in a chair. If any man approaches you when I cannot be there, you are to tell him you're mine. During dinner you will sit beside me and when we leave, you're coming to your new home with me."

I look at him in shock and he chuckles lightly, "You're mine now and I won't have my baby girl living in a rundown motel. Besides, I don't want to be away from you. I want to go to sleep inside you and wake up the same way, every night. Don't move."

He walks over to the far wall that has a black chest of drawers and pulls out a container that I can't tell what it is until he's closer.

Sex wipes.

The embarrassment is instant as he pulls a few out, "Spread your legs for me."

"I can do it."

He arches an eyebrow. "Do as you're told. I will not have those animals downstairs smelling your arousal. It's only for me."

I do as he told me to and don't bother telling him when I'm around him, I'm in a constant state of arousal. It is beyond my control, and he won't have control over it either.

He wipes the disposable cloth three times in a downward motion and grins at me. "There you go. My dirty girl is now clean. Until later. Get dressed."