Vice: Sins of Seven

by René, Dani

  Cayleigh and I are seated, watching as Oliver has the woman kneel in the same spot Cayleigh was in moments ago. Her body is beautiful, and I can’t help wondering how a foursome between us would feel. An experience I’ll be new to, but one I’d love nonetheless.

  “Get on the bed, pet. It’s time for our scene,” Oliver commands in a calm, controlled tone, and I wonder how he’s holding himself together. I’m so hard I could cut glass with my dick.

  Oliver turns the sound system on, which plays a soft classical song I don’t recognize. He smirks over at us as he grabs the flogger from the hook against the wall.

  “One of my favorite implements,” he tells us, then proceeds to whip the woman who’s whimpering, but her control is astounding because anyone else would’ve been screaming. “See how quiet she’s being? Just tiny mewls of pleasure that trickle through her and tumble from her lips.” Oliver smiles. “That’s a well-trained sub, knowing how I prefer it. If you want to speak, you need to ask for permission.” He talks to us but continues his sensual torture of the redhead.

  When he finally drops the flogger, he gently pulls Willow’s panties down.

  “Open your legs,” he orders her, his tone changing as he takes on his Dominant persona. She obeys without a word. There’s something deeply sensual about her obedience. That’s what turns me on, but I don’t know if I could ever be as dominant as Oliver is.

  He crouches down, running his hands along her thighs. Spreading her open, he leans in and slowly inhales her. A smirk on his lips confirms she’s wet, ready for him.

  “The Dominant you find will either offer pleasure, or he’ll deliver punishment. It depends on the situation and what’s happened between you both that day, before the scene.” His voice is husky, raspy, and I am tempted to touch myself.

  “Sir,” Willow finally utters.

  “Speak.”

  “I’m wet. So very wet.” Her voice is a mere whisper, but we all hear it.

  “Good girl,” Oliver coos. Unbidden jealousy rages through me at the thought of him wanting her and not me.

  “Such a pretty cunt,” he observes, pulling a thick leather belt from his loops. Without warning, he brings it down on her thighs, first the left, then the right. I’ve never watched him in action, and I find myself hard as a fucking rock.

  My cock throbs when he palms his dick in his slacks. The welts that rise up on Willow’s flesh are beautiful, and the way she’s whimpering and shivering tells me she loves them too. My body is ready to bow for him, to bend over and take anything he has to offer.

  Steel gray eyes meet mine. Oliver Michaelson is not a man; he’s a God. Thunder and lightning shimmer in his gaze. Those orbs that remind me of a storm turn dark as he regards me.

  “Come here, Chance,” he orders, and I’m already on my feet, closing the distance between us. When I reach him, he grips my shirt, tugging me closer. His lips whisper over mine, causing my dick to respond with a jolt. “Do you like watching me whip her pretty cunt?”

  “I do, Oliver.”

  “Good,” he smirks, dropping his hand to my bulge, gripping my shaft through the material. His hold on me is breathtaking because I know if I move even an inch, he’ll cause me severe pain. But something tells me that’s not what he wants to do.

  “Sir,” Willow whimpers from the bed, but he doesn’t turn to her.

  “Get on all fours,” he commands her, but his gaze and grip are on me. He massages my dick, eliciting a groan from me. “Take my dick out.” This time I’m unsure as to who he’s speaking to because I’d gladly take him out. But Willow moves quickly. Once her tiny hand wraps around his thick shaft, his eyes flutter, and for a moment, I see him. Not the sadist, but the man.

  “May I suck your cock, Sir?” Willow questions in a low tone, but he raises his hand to the back of my head and pushes me to my knees.

  “Chance is going to share with you,” he tells her, then flits his gaze to Cayleigh who’s staring wide-eyed at the scene before her. “And you, my lovely little Irish princess,” he smirks at her, “will eat Willow’s pretty pussy.”

  Cayleigh moves with confidence. Her kneeling on the mattress is stunning. I’ve been with a handful of women before, but she’s breathtaking. Perhaps it’s her submissiveness, or maybe it’s how she blushes with knowing what she’s about to do, but all I want to see is her mouth wet with arousal.

  I finally get a grip on Oliver’s cock and gently stroke him. Willow watches me intently, mesmerized at my movements as she smiles. My tongue darts out, lapping at the tip of his erection, tasting the salty flavor of his desire for us.

  His hand tangles in my hair, gripping the strands as our gazes lock. “Suck me until I feed you my seed,” he grunts, allowing me to suck him deep into my mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of my throat.

  My movements allow Willow to lean in and suckle on his heavy sac, her mouth enveloping them. Her cheeks sink in as she works. Cayleigh’s face disappears as Willow’s moans echo around us, and I know the intoxicating girl is already enjoying herself.

  Oliver’s hips move faster as he fucks my face, and I allow it. I want him to lose control. To see a man like him lost in pleasure is erotic in itself. His grip in my hair tightens, and I feel his cock throb and thicken. With a growl, his hips jerk wildly, and my mouth is filled with hot jets of arousal.

  The saltiness hits my tongue, and I hold it in my mouth until he pulls from between my lips. He watches in awe when I pull Willow toward me, sharing the white seed with her. Leaning in, I kiss her, our tongues dance as she cries out as her orgasm rips through her, causing her to shiver in my arms.

  Cayleigh rises from the bed, kneeling beside me, and I turn to her. She smiles as she presses a shy kiss to my lips, which I only deepen when I pull her closer. We all share Oliver’s release as we kiss and lick at each other.

  I’m still hard, still needy for an orgasm when the man who brought us together growls in a husky drawl, “Chance.” My name on his lips sounds like a beautiful symphony. When I meet his gaze, he smirks wolfishly. “Fuck Cayleigh. I want to watch.”

  He doesn’t need to ask me twice. Lifting the beautiful woman, I help her back onto the mattress. My cock is out seconds later as Willow grips my shaft in her delicate hand and strokes me twice before positioning me at Cayleigh’s sweet little cunt. Without another thought, I slide into the tightest hole I’ve felt in a long time. My hips move of their own accord as I pull out and slam back in. Again and again.

  My eyes roll back, and I’m lost in pleasure as I feel hands gripping my ass. I know it’s Willow, but I don’t stop fucking Cayleigh. She leans in and slowly licks along my shaft, causing me to grunt and slam harder into the pretty girl who’s staring up at me with the most beautiful eyes.

  Willow’s mouth is magic against the tight ring of muscle as she tongues me, and Cayleigh’s pussy is perfection. I’m lost once more to the need and desire driving through me at an alarming rate. The sound of skin slapping, grunting, and groaning are the only echoes I hear as Cayleigh moans as her body arches when her orgasm rocks through her, and her walls pulse around me, milking me.

  “That’s it, baby girl.” I lean in as Willow pushes two fingers into my ass, finger-fucking me fast and deep. It doesn’t take long for me to empty myself inside Cayleigh, and soon I’m coming down from a high I’ve never once experienced.

  “Perfect,” Oliver observes from the chair in the corner where I was seated earlier. He’s dressed as if he’d never had his cock out or even had his shirt unbuttoned. I wonder briefly if this man ever gets ruffled. Is there ever a moment he unleashes himself from the tight reigns he has?

  “Oliver—”

  “You may go, Willow,” he informs our guest with a wave of his hand. Once we’re alone, he looks over at my sweet girl and me. “You two will be perfection.” He nods as he rises. “Get dressed. Tomorrow, we’ll do something special. Thank you for a rather enlightening scene,” he tells us before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.
/>   “He’s strange,” Cayleigh tells me.

  “He is, but he’s the best,” I agree, but deep down, my chest aches because as much as I want this, want Oliver to train us, I also want to delve into the darkness he hides and see what’s hurting him so much.

  “I guess we can have a drink now.”

  “That we can, sweet girl,” I tell her. “That we can.”

  Chapter 5

  Cayleigh

  Rolling over, I stare at the ceiling with my body still buzzing from the scene last night. As much as I enjoyed it, I can see that Oliver is more of a mentor to me. He will prepare me for the day I find the Dominant who can offer me a future.

  Oliver has intriguing kinks. His needs are what I would love to offer him as a submissive, but I realize for myself this is merely learning. At first, I thought I’d want to be his, but with every moment I’ve spent with him, I know he and Chance are suited perfectly. If only Oliver could admit it.

  One thing I did notice is the man is closed off. He’s shut himself away from every emotion other than the scenes he plays. Which begs the question — what happened to him? Nobody shuts down like that unless they’ve had their heart broken in some way.

  I may be young, but I’ve lived through pain. I still do. Every day is a challenge. Though I’ve found solace in the BDSM community, spending time at Seven Sins has offered me a place where I can explore safely.

  And I know I want more.

  Yes, I want to be a submissive, but I want a man who will have eyes only for me. Even though I care for Chance, I know I could never be in a relationship with two other hearts.

  I wonder then where this leaves me. Oliver said he’d train me for a Dominant, and I’m welcome to find someone who’ll give me what I need when I feel ready for it. There’s something about Oliver always being there for everyone, but what makes my chest ache is that he’s never found a forever for himself. And deep down, I hope he can find that with Chance.

  After last night, I came home and dreamt about Sean. He was there, offering me his hand, smiling, and I hope it meant he’s happy I’m finally moving on from the pain of our past. My mind is a mess. I don’t know how or what to think.

  Picking up my phone, I hit dial on Oliver’s number. Pressing the device to my ear, I wait for his deep rumbling tone to come over the line.

  “Cayleigh.” He utters my name with admiration and affection, which makes my heart flutter wildly in my chest.

  “I’d like to talk.”

  “My office is always open to you. Come over at one, and we can sit down and discuss,” he tells me, and I can hear the smile in his voice. I wonder if he knew I’d be calling him.

  “I’d like that. Thank you, Oliver,” I respond with a grin. There’s something about his caring demeanor that he doesn’t offer just to anyone, and I wonder if he does it because Carrick is my brother.

  “I look forward to it. Just don’t wear panties,” he orders, then hangs up without another word. My tummy tumbles with excitement at what he has in store for me.

  * * *

  When I enter the offices of Michaelson and Associates, I take in the elegant surroundings. Rather than the modern, clean lines I’m expecting, the darker colors of a deep cabernet along with charcoal line the walls. The furniture is black leather, with ornate mahogany desks, and I can’t help finding the richness of the space rather intriguing. It’s strange seeing an office decked out this way, and even though it’s unique, it works, and somehow fits Oliver’s personality to a T.

  I know Oliver works with lawyers, but I’m not sure if he goes into court. But then again, I know he and my brother Callan have done some undercover work in the past as well. So, to be honest, I have no idea what the man does.

  “Good afternoon.” A gentle female voice drags me from my thoughts, and my gaze finds hers. She’s young, probably my age, and utterly beautiful. She reminds me of a painting rather than a real woman.

  “Hello, I’m here to see Mr. Michaelson,” I tell her.

  The woman nods as if she were the one expecting me. She rises from her seat, rounding the desk, and nearing me, she offers a hand. “I’m Gennie. Nice to meet you.”

  “Likewise,” I smile.

  “This way. He’s in his office.” She turns and heads toward two large oak doors down a short hallway. As we make our way, the only sound that’s made is the clacking of our heels on the rich wooden floor.

  Gennie taps her knuckles on the door, waiting for the deep rumble from the other side.

  “Come in.”

  She slowly pushes one of the doors open, allowing me to step inside. As soon as I’m over the threshold, I find the man in question. He’s dressed in a dark pair of slacks and a gray shirt, which has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, offering me a view of his strong, muscled arms. Veins thread their way down to his fingers, and I find myself squirming. His jaw is dusted with stubble, darkening it slightly. He isn’t wearing a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone.

  “Cayleigh.” He smiles. I realize then I’ve been staring for far too long. Lifting my eyes to meet his gray ones, I notice a glimmer of amusement shining in them.

  “Hello, Oliver.” I smile. With him, I’m shy. It’s as if he switches on a button, and suddenly, I’m a nervous teenager.

  “Sit.” He gestures to the chair opposite his desk. “Did you do as I asked?”

  Once I’m situated on the seat, I nod. “Yes, no panties.”

  “Good girl,” he coos in that voice. It’s the one he used last night in the playroom. When he was with Willow, just those two words give me the need to do anything he wants. “Thank you for sending the contract through,” he tells me. “I see you have a list of hard limits you’re not willing to try.”

  “Yes, Oliver.”

  “So, it’s a definite no to me fisting your pretty little pussy?” He chuckles.

  My face heats, and I’m certain I’m a bright shade of cherry red at that moment. I open my mouth to respond, but I can’t find the words. I’ve never been a prude, but my inexperience is evident with this man.

  “It’s a shame. I’m certain I would’ve made it good for you.”

  “I-I—”

  “Don’t. I’m only teasing you,” he offers. “Remember, I’m here for you. To ensure you get the most out of this. I did notice you didn’t cross exhibitionism off the list?” He seems shocked at this.

  “I find it intriguing.”

  He watches me silently, then nods. “Stand.” I obey. “Walk over to the window. Face the city below us. This may not be ideal because I’d rather you were naked in front of at least ten men while they watch me use you for my pleasure, but this will have to do for the moment.”

  Oliver doesn’t sound like he’s joking this time. No. He’s deadly serious, and the thought of that happening only makes me wetter. I’ve never tried it before, but the idea of being taken like that, turning others on, causes a flutter of butterflies in my stomach.

  I’m facing the window, wondering what’s about to happen next, when I feel his warmth behind me. Since his body is larger than mine, I can feel his thick erection pressing against my ass. It excites me, and we haven’t even started yet.

  He reaches around me, gently tugging my top out of the waistband of my skirt. Once it’s on the floor beside me, he continues, undoing the zipper on the back of my skirt. It pools at my feet, and I’m left in a pair of heels and my bra.

  The bra is next to find the floor. And soon, I’m only in four-inch heels —naked and needy. He kicks my one foot out, spreading my legs wide. And I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

  Chapter 6

  Oliver

  Obedient.

  Innocent.

  Sensual.

  Those are the three words that come to mind when I look at Cayleigh. Even though she’s so new to everything, her curiosity is what enamors me to her. It’s been a while since a sub has intrigued me.

  She doesn’t move away from me. Even though there’s a shiver
that travels through her, it’s slight. Her breaths are already short and fast, and I know soon she’ll be begging for me to allow her to come.

  Trailing my fingertips along her curves, I smile when I notice the goosebumps that appear on her smooth skin. When I reach her nipples, I gently tug and tweak them until they’re hard.

  “Do you like the fact that people might see you?” I question, allowing my words to whisper along her skin.

  “Yes, I do.”

  “I can smell your cunt from here. You’re so wet and needy.” My words cause her to shudder, and I wonder if anyone has spoken dirty to her. “It’s a shame there aren’t any men on the other side of this window with their cocks in hand while you get fucked.” My words whisper over her, and the slight shiver in her frame causes my blood to heat with desire and need. I’m almost certain she’s never been watched while doing something like this, but the thought of it only makes my cock throb even more.

  Another shiver races over her body. My fingers find her pussy. A small trail of hair is neatly trimmed on her mound, leading down to where her clit is hiding.

  “Tell me, pet . . . Have you ever felt the lick of a leather belt on your ass?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Stepping back, I release her, eliciting a frustrated groan which rumbles in the depths of her throat. I unbuckle my belt, tugging it from the loops of my slacks. The clank earns me a jolt from Cayleigh. She can’t see what I’m doing, but the sounds must have her wanting to run.

  “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” It’s important for her to understand that. “You have your safe words. In any scene, you call them out if you need to. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I understand, Sir.”

  As much as I know she’ll move on to find another Dominant someday; I find myself jealous of whoever he may be. She’s exquisite.

  “I’m going to give you six swats with my hand to start, then if you want more, I’ll try the belt,” I inform her. “You’ll count each one. Am I understood?”