Chapter 42

CHAPTER 42

KIERRA

S tanding in the shower with Sin, I gently wash his hand, trying to get rid of the blood. "You should see a doctor. This looks bad."

His knuckles are bruised and swollen. I know it's going to get worse. I told him more than once on the drive home he needed to see a medical professional.

"I'm fine, baby girl. It's not broken."

I kiss his knuckles gently, "I don't like that you're in pain because of me."

He places his hand on the side of my face, and I lean into his touch. "I would do it again. If somebody hurts you, I'll make it right."

Leaning his head down, he kisses my neck. "Every." Kiss. "Fucking." Kiss. "Time. Kiss.

I moan lightly from the feeling of his soft lips on my skin. "Daddy."

"There's a black garment bag in the closet. You are to wear everything in it. Nothing more, nothing less."

I gaze at him in wonder. "Are we going somewhere?"

He smirks at me, "Yes."

Raising an eyebrow, I ask, "Where?"

Gripping my chin, he says, "Den of Sin. There are things I want to show you. Be a good girl and do as you're told."

"Yes, Daddy."

He groans as I step out of the shower, dry off, and head into the bedroom to find the mysterious garment bag. With my towel wrapped around me, I grab the bag from the closet as I spot a ridiculous amount of women's clothing. I'm going to try not to lose my mind about this and ask him about it when he gets out of the shower. I grab the black bag and take it to the bed. After laying it down, I unzip it and gasp when I spot the dress that I'm wearing tonight.

It's a long black silk dress with a plunging neckline and is ‘V' cut in the back. It's stunning, but the price tag on it makes me feel all sorts of uncomfortable. Never in my life have I worn anything that cost fourteen thousand nine hundred sixty dollars. Is he insane? Givenchy or not, that's simply too much.

Sin walks into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist, looking like that body earned him his name. Drops of water remain on his sculpted chest, a smirk on his face. "Do you not like the dress, baby girl?"

I place the dress on the bed and turn to him with my hands on my hips. "Fifteen thousand dollars on a dress? Seriously?"

He chuckles, "It's nothing, Kierra. In the last fifteen minutes, many people in the casinos lost far more than that. I can afford it. I assure you, I won't go broke by buying you a dress."

I turn angrily to the closet, "Whose clothes are those, Sin? I swear to god, if there's another woman."

With an amused expression he walks over to me, wraps his hand around my throat, "If there's another woman, what?"

I lift my gaze to his. "I've already killed one person. What's another?"

He growls, "Fucking beautiful, jealous little slut. The clothing is yours. There is no other woman. And before you argue about the clothing, let me make something perfectly clear. You're mine. I take care of what's mine. Spoil it. If I want to buy you something, I will. And the correct response when I do is, thank you, Daddy."

I swallow hard against his hand and he says, "Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Leaning his head down, he kisses me softly, "Good girl. Did you find your accessory for tonight?"

I shake my head as he removes his hand from my throat and he grins like he's up to something. "Look in the bag. If you need help, I'm only too happy to offer my services."

Reaching into the bottom of the garment bag, I spot a gray bag, so I pull it out.

Looking inside, I grab the item, and hold it in my hand, some sort of u-shaped pink item that frankly confuses me.

"What's this?"

The devious smile on his face unsettles me. "The bigger end goes inside you and the smaller part will sit on your clit. I have the app on my phone, so I'll get to control your pleasure."

"No."

He raises an eyebrow. "What's the correct response, baby girl?"

I sigh audibly, "Thank you, Daddy."

"Good girl. Now bend over the bed and I'll help you put it in."

Do I want part of this devious little plan he has? No. It's going to be embarrassing, but I don't have a choice aside from using my safe word, which I won't do. I hand him the toy and bend over the bed. He rips the towel from my body and groans while he rubs two fingers along my slit. "Daddy's little whore is perfect."

I moan as he pushes the toy inside me. "Let's test this to make sure it's working, shall we?"

"Oh my god," I whimper at the first little vibration because I've never felt anything like it before. And then it's gone, leaving me feeling like the needy little nympho he seems to have turned me into.

"Beautiful. Get dressed, baby girl."

I notice there is no lingerie in the bag. Glancing at him, I ask, "What about a bra and panties?"

He chuckles, "Not tonight, baby. I want easy access to your gorgeous tits and your sweet pussy."

I don't bother saying anything because if he's decided this is what he wants, I probably won't win the argument. He clearly intends to torture me tonight. I slip into the dress and go to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup. A few minutes later, he walks in holding not one but two jewelry boxes.

"What's this?"

He smiles softly, "A gift."

I take the larger black velvety box from him and open it with a gasp, "Oh my god."

Staring at the most beautiful diamond tennis bracelet I think I've seen, I say, "Do I even want to know what this cost?"

He chuckles, "No, you don't."

I take the other smaller box from him and open it, matching diamond earrings. This is all too much, but I know he'll get pissed if I argue. My mother would say it's rude to complain about a gift, anyway. Especially one as beautiful as both pieces of jewelry are.

I glance up and meet his gaze. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, baby," he says as he helps me put the bracelet on. After I put the earrings in, I look in the mirror in awe because while my family wasn't exactly broke until the end of my parents' lives, I've never worn anything expensive like this. He slides his hand up the back of my thigh. "Exquisite."

He takes a few strands of my hair between his fingers. "I like this."

Normally, I wear my hair in a high ponytail, but tonight I left it down with soft curls hanging down below my shoulders. The same way I wore it on our first date.

"Are you ready?"

I nod, "Yes."

He takes my hand and we walk through his apartment to my night of torture. I have not forgotten the toy inside me. Even though it isn't currently vibrating, I feel it with every step I take. I know with no notice whatsoever, I will feel it start up again. I've never needed to disguise my pleasure, but I have a feeling that's exactly what he has planned for tonight. Either I'll have to hold everything in or everybody there is going to hear me coming, which isn't something I'm excited about. Yet, there's some twisted part of me that looks forward to it. If it pleases Sin, I'll do just about anything.