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CHAPTER 4

I whimpered when he released me, my body still trembling and my breathing ragged. My thighs were slick from the evidence of his teasing and my body was screaming for a release and he offered me no comfort.

Only control.

When we stepped in the room, I was sure that things were going in my favor, but I was sadly mistaken when he got close enough to sink his claws in me. I was already working overtime to keep my resolve intact while in his presence, but the moment he touched me it melted away like ice cream on a hot, sunny day in the Sahara Desert.

I had rules that were cemented—etched in iron, tested and reinforced over years of carefully guarded control. This space—my space—was where I reigned, where others bent and obeyed.

But Sin…

Sin was different. He was a true dominant—not a man who needed to overpower me, but one that made surrender feel like a choice. Like a privilege. With him, submission wasn’t weakness. It was freedom. A release that I hadn’t realized I was starving for. And maybe that was the real sin. Not that he’d made me break my own rules—but that I wanted to.

He moved around me slowly, watching me like a hawk, allowing the anticipation to build and letting me know how empty I felt without his hands on me.

“You think I’m being cruel?” he asked calmly. Almost tenderly . “This is mercy, beautiful. You don’t even know what you’re capable of.” He took a seat on the corner of the bed and pointed to the floor in front of him. “Crawl.”

I wanted to protest. I needed to say something. But I couldn’t. My words didn’t exist. They’d obviously been warped into the same multiverse that my resolve had been sent to. And my golden rule.

My hesitation earned me a sharp look.

“You wanted to play,” he stated evenly. “You words were if we crossed that threshold we will play, right?” I nodded. “Show me how bad you want it, Avani.” He encouraged then repeated, “crawl,” still pointing to the floor.

Slowly I lowered myself until my knees hit the floor. I crawled to him—slow, bare and trembling—a movement of surrender.

Of submission .

When I reached him, he cupped my jaw like he did earlier and tilted my head so that I was looking at him.

“You look even more beautiful when you break.”

He reached down, his fingers sliding between my legs again. I gasped, instinctively rocking my hips into his fingers, but he instantly pulled away.

“Ah, ah, ah. You move without permission again, and I’ll stop touching you all together. Is that what you want?”

“No.” I whispered, dropping my head, but he cupped my chin and made me look at him.

“No, what?”

“No, sir.”

His smile returned. “That’s better.”

He reached down again, but this time he pulled me into his lap, making sure one of his thighs rested between mine to keep my legs spread. He held me in place with one arm wrapped around my waist while the other hand snaked between us—delivering slow, lazy strokes.

I tossed my head back on his shoulder enjoying the feeling of his hands on my body and his lips on my neck and shoulder as he worked me over.

“Look at you.” He mumbled sexily in my ear. “Shaking. Needy. You’re clenching as if you’ve already cum a time or two.”

“I—shit—please?—”

“You’re not ready yet.” He kissed me softly, still rubbing my aching pussy just enough to keep my body screaming. “You haven’t earned it yet, baby.”

“Wh—Sin… Please” I begged again, squeezing my eyes shut, doing my best to hold out because I didn’t want him to stop.

It was torture.

“When I finally let you cum, it’s going to rip through you.” One of his hands tangled in my hair, giving it a gentle tug as he continued meticulously strumming my pussy. “You’ll cry for it. Shake for it.” His voice got lower when he said, “you’ll remember who it belongs to.” He gently pinched my clit and kissed my ear, causing me to shiver. “And it’s not yours.” He growled lowly. “It’s mine.”

I was nearly in tears—legs shaking ferociously, mouth parted, breath hitching each time his fingers even hinted at more. Every single nerve in my body was stretched tight with my effort to remain obedient.

But I was just barely holding on.

His lips pressed into my neck again as he parted my legs a little more with his and his fingers dove deeper, going faster. He planted kisses along the length of my neck until he reached my ear where he growled, “beg for it.”

My body tensed even more.

“S—Please.” I begged.

“Mm, say it right.”

“P-please, s-sir.” I stammered. “P-please, let me cum. I—I can’t?—”

“Yes.” His fingers curled just right, hitting the exact spot that I needed him to. “You can cum.” He murmured then kissed my ear. “But only because I said so.”

The teasing ceased after that.

No more games.

Just full, relentless power. His fingers were working me in tight, perfect circles. I started to shatter so fast that I didn’t have time to brace for it. My mouth fell open, but no words came out. Just a long, shuddering cry as my body went rigid, then l went limp in his arms. He didn’t stop though. He continued his assault until I was begging again—but this time for mercy.

“Sin.” I whimpered.

“Shh.” He whispered, hugging me closer, cradling me against his chest. “That’s it.” He coached. “Let it happen.”

“Oh God.” I cried as I released on his hand yet again, burying my face in his neck as I became even more undone.

“You did so good for me.” He caressed the side of my face then kissed my lips. “Held on longer than I thought you would.” He chuckled. “I was sure I’d have you folded up this second round.”

I released a small, soft laugh as I rested against him. My body was still shaking faintly as the last wave of my orgasm coursed through me. I felt him smile into my skin because he was peppering kisses along my collarbone.

“I saw it… that edge.” He clarified. “You wanted to fall so bad… but you waited for me.” He pulled back some to look at me, so that I could see the pride in his eyes. “But this time…” He turned us over on the bed, him hovering over me. “It won’t be so easy.”

“Sin—Uh.” My words turned into a moan when he started to kiss down the center of my body.

“I know you didn’t think I was going to let you rest.” He murmured between kisses. “After the way you just fell apart for me?”

“Uh.” I moaned when his hand firmly wrapped around my throat.”

“Mhm.” His voice hummed against my flesh. “We’re not done. You’re not done.”

“I—I don’t know if I can.” I whimpered.

He pulled back and smirked. “That’s the best part, beautiful. You don’t have to know.” He leaned in and brushed his mouth across my ear then growled, “You just have to do what I say.”

He took one of my hands and pushed it upward to full arm’s length, clasping one of the leather cuffs that was there around my wrist.

“Sin—”

“Comfortable?” He cut me off and asked. I nodded so he did the same with the other cuff. “No more talking, beautiful.”

“But I—” His lips crashed into mine to silence me.

I quickly fell into the rhythm of the kiss and breathed a little erratically when he pulled away then climbed off the bed walking toward the dresser of locked drawers. He scanned the top, likely searching for the key then glanced back at me. I closed my eyes briefly then opened and looked at the small black box located on the edge. He smiled before opening the box and retrieving the master key that unlocked all of the drawers.

He opened each of them until finding what he was looking for then turning and making his way back over to me. He had a ball gag in hand that he carefully positioned in my mouth then fastened it behind my head. Once it was secure he stepped back and allowed his eyes to wash over me, wearing a satisfied smirk.

I watched him undress—bound and gagged—with his gaze heavily trained on mine. My eyes lowered more with each item of clothing that he discarded. Once he was in front of me in all of his glory, his long, thick erection standing at full attention, he reached for a flogger on a nearby wall.

He started low, slowly dragging the tassels along my thigh, up my stomach, then higher—until they gently brushed between my breasts. I gasped at the feeling, arching slightly.

“Mm-mm.” He paused for a second. “Stay still.”

He let the strands drag again, slower this time, circling one of my nipples then the other.

“I don’t need your words.” His voice was low and thick. “Not in here. Not right now.”

He brought the flogger up higher allowing it to trace my throat then back down between my breast and across my stomach. His eyes briefly climbed to mine, almost like he was making sure that I was still watching him. When he was sure that I was, he gave his attention back to the flogger and brushed it lower, over my mound.

“I want to see them…” he tossed it to the side before climbing on the bed between my legs. “I want to see them in the way your body arches…” His hands ran down my thighs before he pushed them back. “In how you buck and struggle because you’re gagged and can’t spit them out…” He blew gently on my pussy before kissing softly. “You’re going to tell me everything…” He kissed again. “Without saying a single word.”

His tongue slowly slid between my folds traveling to my throbbing clit then he took his time sucking and flicking his tongue on it. Naturally I tried moving my hands because I wanted to put them on his head to keep him in place, but they were restrained. The sound of the cuffs hitting the pole from me straining had his eyes on mine and a sly smile on his face.

“That’s the best part.” He swiped his tongue down my slit, circling my opening before dipping his tongue inside me, swirling his tongue around. The feeling was driving me insane and had me moaning, almost choking on the words that were impossible to escape past the gag. “You can’t touch me.” He vacuumed my swollen clit into his mouth and gently sucked for a little. “You can’t pull me close.” He repeated the motion. “You can’t rush me.”

He swirled his tongue around on my clit, pushing my legs back even further then proceeding to slurp, flicker and eat my pussy with precision. My legs began to quake a little so he pulled back.

“Same rules apply, beautiful.” He grinned, eyeing my pussy as he released one of my thighs to push two fingers deep inside of me while his thumb toyed with my clit. “No cumming until I say so.”

“Mm.” I groaned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

He continued stroking me perfectly until I was on the edge again. He withdrew his fingers right before I could release, tormenting me slowly. He replaced his fingers with his tongue, eating my pussy precisely as if it were a sport and he was the MVP before pulling away yet again when I was on the verge of a release.

Tears had literally sprang to my eyes because of the torture. I was sure had I not been gagged I would have been screaming and begging him to allow me to release.

He started to kiss his way up, stopping at my breasts to show each of them some attention before climbing the rest of the way up my body. Reaching behind my head, he loosened the gag and tossed it to the side before kissing me hungrily and nastily, allowing me to taste the evidence of the assault that his tongue had just put on my pussy.

I felt him reach between us and align himself at my opening. I didn’t have time to brace myself before he was pushing deep inside of me. His strokes were slow, deep—relentless. Each of his hands gripping my thighs, holding me wide open as he dove deeper and deeper inside of me.

“Uh—God.” I moaned into his mouth.

His thrusts became purposeful. He made sure to enter me at the perfect angle each time—ensuring that he not only brought me to the edge, he kept me there, to remind me that I wasn’t in control. He was.

I felt myself peaking and I wasn’t sure that I could hold on any longer. It was impossible. I was completely undone. Unraveled. Helpless. Powerless.

He wrapped one of my legs around his waist then wrapped that same hand around my throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure to add to the ecstasy that was already coursing through my body.

“This body is mine.” I nodded, but he shook his head. “Say it.”

“I—it’s yours.” I did as I was told.

“You don’t cum until I tell you that you can.” He growled, leaning down, brushing his lips across mine before kissing me hard. “And when you do, you will say my name.”

I would do whatever he wanted me to do. If I hadn’t already proved that, I knew the shaking and quivering of my body had to be evidence of it.

He released my neck, began to drill me faster, deeper, and harder until the cuffs began to strain with every movement of my arms.

“You ready?” he asked, looking into my eyes. “You want to cum?”

“Yes. Please.” I begged.

“Then do it,” he voiced in a low, dangerous whisper. “Cum for me, now .”

I screamed his name in pleasure as my orgasm surged through my body. He was right there with me, groaning as the grip on my thighs tightened and he came right along with me.

He collapsed next to me on the bed moments later, breathing just as heavily as I was. He waited until he got his breathing under control before reaching to uncuff me then kissing me tenderly and slowly.

“You took me so well.” He stated lowly, his eyes dancing all over my face. “You’re not going anywhere tonight.”