Vice: Sins of Seven

by René, Dani

  “Of course, Sir.”

  Raising my hand, I bring my palm down on her ass. The creamy flesh turns a soft shade of pink. It’s hardly there, but I can see it.

  “One.”

  I continue my spanking, watching her knees wobble with each one.

  “T-two.”

  With every word she utters, her voice turns from a soft, shy mumble, to a husky, trembled moan. By the time she reaches four, her ass is a darker red, which makes my cock throbs in my slacks. I’d love to drive into her tight heat, but I’ve learned patience is well worth it.

  “Would you like more?”

  “Yes, please, Sir.” Her whisper is filled with want and need. She’s ready for the next step. I’d want her bound on the bed for this, but she’ll have to hold on.

  “Place your palms flat on the glass,” I instruct her. “I want you to push out your ass. Keep your legs spread wide, and I’ll give you four lashings with the belt.”

  I watch in awe as she obeys me without so much as a grumble. Her body is arched, the slope of her back making my mouth water. I’d love to run my tongue along her spine from the base to the top.

  There’s a slight sheen to her skin, making her seem ethereal in the light of the afternoon sun on the other side of the window. Cars pass by down below, and even though they can’t see her, I wonder if any of the buildings across from us have a voyeur or two.

  “You’ll count as before.”

  I don’t wait for her to respond. The first lick of leather against the globes of her ass resounds in the office like music to my ears. There are few things I love. One being the cries of a submissive. The other — a kiss of leather against smooth flesh.

  “O-one,” Cayleigh whimpers, and I gift her another. “T-two.” The gentle stutter is the only evidence that she’s turned on, that she’s experiencing the pleasured pain of my belt.

  Red welts appear across both cheeks, and I smile before gifting her another one, the last one before I drop the implement to the ground. It doesn’t take long for me to kneel behind her, my hands finding her reddened flesh. Opening her to my gaze, I lean in, darting my tongue to lap at her wet core.

  “Oh!”

  “Shh, pet.” I continue my assault of her cunt, tasting the sweetness of her arousal. Dipping my tongue into her hole, I fuck her with my mouth, gently, slowly massaging the sting from her ass as I devour her.

  Her hands are becoming slippery, and her knees are about to give out when I realize she’s about to come on my tongue. I stop before she can, and there’s a low growl of frustration that ebbs from her throat. Rising, I step back and pick up her clothes.

  “Turn around,” I tell her calmly. She turns to regard me, her eyes shimmering with need, but today she’ll learn that edging will only make the finale even better. “You’ll get dressed, go home, and you will not touch yourself. Tomorrow night, we’ll meet at Sins.”

  “I thought—”

  “We will fuck, make no mistake,” I inform her, settling in my office chair to watch her get dressed. “But when I slide my dick inside you, it will be when you’re ready. And right now, you’re not ready.”

  Once she’s dressed, she glances at me for a moment before offering me a shy smile. The innocence is back, hiding the lust-filled gaze from earlier.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she utters.

  “Tomorrow night when you come to Sins, I want you in a long black dress and a pair of four-inch heels. Black lingerie underneath, that will be your choice. Impress me. Am I understood?”

  “I understand.”

  “Good girl,” I smile. “Now go enjoy your evening. And do not touch your pretty cunt. I want it ready for me when I fuck it.”

  She doesn’t respond, merely offers a nod and leaves my office and the hard-on I’ve been sporting since I saw how sensual she looks bent over, open, and shivering as I whipped her. But not only her naked body appeals to me; it’s the mind of the masochist hidden under the demure, Irish princess façade.

  Chapter 7

  Chance

  Even though the apartment is quiet, and I should enjoy it, I don’t. All my life, I’ve always had Peyton around, but now that she’s married with children, I’m strangely lonely. I thought to be on my own, I’d revel in it. The moment my sister left for Chicago to see her best friend, Savannah, I spent my nights at the bar, getting drunk, then bringing home women, men, anyone who could fill the emptiness inside me.

  Our parents were loving, giving us everything we wanted, but my father had turned a darker path after my mother died. When he lost his life, it was only my sister and me. That’s how I became dependent on her. I needed her because, to be honest, I was scared of the pain from losing our parents.

  Over time, I realized she needed to live her life too. And when I saw her with Carrick, I knew she’d found her one. Me, on the other hand, I was the playboy. I didn’t think I wanted love, and now that I’m delving into the world of kink, I’m sure this is something that will ground me. Even after the short scene with Oliver, I know it’s a road I’m gladly going to walk down.

  Pulling on a shirt, I slowly button it, thinking about Cayleigh, then my mind drifts to Oliver. I’m intrigued by him. The man is so guarded it’s as if there’s a ten-foot concrete wall wrapped around him. Something must’ve happened to him, and I can’t help wanting to delve into his mind to find out what it is.

  The sun is slowly setting on the horizon. The buildings outside my window glint with warmth, and the soft orange glow. Tonight, he promised a scene with Cayleigh, training me as a Dominant. When the message came through to meet him at seven, I responded immediately.

  I know he’s going to be in control tonight, and seeing him in action, to watch his gray eyes glint, and shimmer only makes my dick jolt. I want to watch him take her, spank her, do things to her while I learn. But then again, I want him to do those things to me. The confusion of what I need and what I desire twists in my gut.

  I have feelings for both of them—to be submissive to Oliver and to dominate the beautiful Irish girl who’s caught my attention. For a long while I thought I was gay, finding certain guys at high school catching my eye, but then I met Sarah just before graduation. She was exquisite. Her long blonde hair and blue eyes turned my blood molten.

  We’d gone on a few dates, fooled around, and I enjoyed it. She turned me on, made me want more, and when I slid into her tight heat, I realized I needed to work through so much more.

  And that’s when I understood there were so many more complex feelings warring inside me. Not just my attraction to guys, but my need for a tight, warm pussy. Sarah and I enjoyed a few nights of fun over the years, but it didn’t become more than that. It was pleasurable, and I found out what I enjoyed, but we both knew it wasn’t going to be forever.

  When I finally confessed to Peyton, she smiled and offered me a hug, telling me she always knew; she just waited for me to figure it out myself.

  That’s my sister. Always giving the affection that’s needed, and also advice when I don’t ask for it. When she suggested I ask Oliver to give me a month and train me, I wasn’t sure he’d agree, but now as I get ready to leave to meet him, I’m thankful he did.

  Sighing, I grab my keys and head out the door. Tonight is one evening I know I’ll never forget. And as the car weaves through the streets, I find the anticipation sizzling through my veins.

  Upon entering Seven Sins, I find a few people already at the tables and a couple of men at the bar. Sidling up to the corner seat, I settle and order a drink. From this angle, I can watch everyone. It’s always intrigued me seeing how the interactions between the couples are so vastly different.

  Some of the women are seated on the laps of the men, others are peering at their hands, with shy smiles on their lips. Some even have a drink they’re nursing while the men offer words of explanation or encouragement.

  “You’re early.” Oliver’s voice comes from behind me, causing me to turn. Finding steel gray eyes piercing me, I smile.

 
; “I am. Better to be early than late,” I inform him. Something my father had always taught me. Since the moment I could understand, he would drum it into me. Never be late, son, even for your own funeral. People don’t respect tardiness.

  “That’s true,” Oliver acquiesces, settling in beside me. His hand grasps my glass. Lifting it to his nose, he takes a quick whiff. “Soda,” he says in surprise.

  “Well, your rules were no drinking when a scene is to be played out.”

  He nods, a smile turning his lips up at the corners. He looks impressed that I recalled the words on the contract he sent me. I wonder if Cayleigh’s read the same, or if that was just personalized for me.

  He leans in. Gripping the back of my neck, he pulls me closer. His lips stop inches from mine, his eyes burning a hole right through me, and my dick hardens when his tongue darts out, licking at my lips.

  “I’d like to fuck you, outside of the club, not a scene,” he tells me in a husky tone. “Perhaps tomorrow, at my place. We’ll all have dinner. I want to test Cayleigh’s confidence with us.”

  “I’m sure she’ll enjoy it.”

  He nods. “She’ll watch. She’ll rub her pretty cunt while I fuck your tight ass.” His words send heat skittering through me. “Then I’ll watch her suck your cock, and she'll swallow every drop of your release.”

  I can’t stop the moan that rumbles low in my chest, which earns me a sinful smirk from the older man. He’s filthy, sexy, and I want every part of him. How I’m going to survive walking away from everything he’s offering is still a mystery to me. But perhaps he’ll change his mind when the time comes.

  I can only hope and pray.

  “Hi.” The soft, sweet lilt of Cayleigh comes from beside us. Oliver moves away, releasing me and casting his gray eyes on her.

  “You look perfect. Both of you are rather fetching this evening,” he says, regarding us both with heat in his stormy gaze.

  “Thank you,” we respond in unison. Cayleigh lets out a shy giggle before Oliver rises, gesturing for us to move to the room where we’re about to play out a scene. I’m not sure what’s about to happen. All I know is I want every minute to be drawn out. I want to savor it.

  Chapter 8

  Oliver

  As soon as we’re in the playroom, I shut the door and lean against the wood. My body is still rigid from the news I received earlier, but they don’t need to know what I’m thinking about.

  Both my submissives attempt a calm exterior, but I can read them better than they think. There’s a slight nervousness to Cayleigh; her hands fidget with everything she touches. It’s Chance who seems more at ease with himself.

  He settles in the chair, watching me for a moment before he turns his attention to the pretty girl we get to play with tonight. It’s been a long time since I had two to train, and it’s rather exciting to have them both at my mercy.

  “Chance,” I call to the man who’s enamored me with how easily he can play the role of sub or Dom, depending on what the scene calls for. He rises, standing at attention when I push away from the door and saunter closer.

  Reaching for him, I twist my fingers through his unruly golden hair and pull him nearer. His hot breath comes out staggered, and I know he’s turned on. He prefers being my submissive, but he loves dominating Cayleigh.

  “You’re going to undress, lie back on the bed, and I’m going to show you how much pain you can handle. Are you clear on your safe words?” The rasp in my voice is unmistakable. I know he realizes how turned on I am. And I’m sure if I place my hand on his crotch, I’ll feel the bulge greeting me.

  “Yes, Sir. Red to stop all play,” he tells me easily. “I don’t need the other two.” His confidence oozes from him, emanating like a cologne.

  “Fine.” Turning to Cayleigh, I offer her a gentle smile before I grab her wrist and tug her along behind me. I have plans to see how beautiful they perform. “Get undressed,” I tell her when I open the drawer, pulling out the toys I’ll need for tonight.

  Clamps.

  Cuffs.

  Blindfold.

  And a cat o’ nine tails whip.

  Once I step into this room, I’m only a Dominant. A Master at my own game, and that’s why both Cayleigh and Chance will obey me.

  I move as Chance settles back on the bed. He’s naked, and I take a moment to inspect him. The young man is built to perfection. Chiseled, tanned, and toned as if he were trying to get a modeling gig.

  His legs are long, and his thighs are thick and muscled. A prominent V defines hips, and his stomach has six visible muscles as he lies there. His cock, which I didn’t ignore, is hardening with every passing moment, and I’m confident he’s about eight inches.

  My gaze trails back to his chest which has well defined pectoral muscles, along with his lean yet toned arms. His neck leads to his face which looks like it could’ve been carved from marble. His jaw is prominent, his nose sharp, with full pink lips that make my cock throb.

  Then I meet his eyes. The same beautiful color of his sister’s green—a deep, soulful color that only stirs something I’ve hidden a long time ago.

  Shaking it off, I saunter forward, cuffs in hand and proceed to bind my new submissive to the bed. Once Chance's wrists are tied, I move to his ankles. As soon as he’s secure, I smile.

  “Cayleigh,” I call to the pretty brunette. “I think Chance would like a tease.” I gesture toward his cock, which is growing steadily.

  A small smile plays on her lips as she regards me. “Yes, Sir.” She moves over him, her black lingerie hugging her figure, and I can’t help wondering how I got so lucky.

  Love may not be in the cards for me, but I’ll certainly enjoy them both in the time we have together. I watch in awe as Cayleigh sucks Chance’s thick cock into her small mouth. Soft gagging sounds serve to make me harder, my erection fighting against the zipper of my slacks.

  Grabbing the whip, I run it through my fingers a few times before bringing it down on Chance’s chest, then his stomach, missing Cayleigh as she works his cock. Groans and grunts echo in the room as those green orbs disappear from sight. Pleasure rockets through him, and I know he’s lost in the sensual bliss of Leigh’s mouth.

  I continue my assault on him until I notice his body turning rigid.

  “Stop.” My order is clear, and Cayleigh obeys as if she was born into this world. A beautiful pet. The thought brings forth images of her in a cat-tail butt plug and a choker. Shaking the vision away, I focus on the task at hand. I can’t get distracted with the needy behavior they both bring out in me.

  “Please, Sir, I need to come,” Chance pleads. There’s nothing like hearing a man beg for his orgasm. Over the years, women and men have come and gone from my dungeon, playroom, and home, but nothing has ever prepared me for this moment.

  Right here, as Chance begs me, and Cayleigh stares at me with admiration, I’m a man lost to the need of the scene. To them. I’ve never felt a connection like this to anyone I’ve trained before.

  “Cayleigh.” I turn to the beautiful girl. “I want you naked. Everything off.”

  She nods and moves quickly. Her bra finds the floor, along with the panties that didn’t cover much of her ass or her pretty pussy. She’s mostly shaven with a small strip of hair on her creamy mound. I’m tempted to lick her until she’s squirting all over my tongue, but I'll wait.

  Patience is a virtue. One I no longer possess. What I do hold dear is my control.

  “Sit on his face,” I command in a low tone, allowing the words to trickle over both of them before Cayleigh’s wide stare meets mine. “Now.”

  She moves quickly, climbing on the bed, and positions herself on Chance’s mouth. A soft whimper already falls from her lips as her hips roll, riding his tongue that’s slowly lapping at her.

  Stepping closer, I can’t help but smile as her body trembles. Chance’s legs are taut with tension, and his cock is hardening again. I lean in, my hand fisting his erection, causing a groan to rumble in his chest. Strokin
g him gently, I watch as his body trembles with a need for more.

  “Faster, Leigh. I want you to come on his face, drench his tongue in your sweet juices,” I command as I grab the whip. Releasing Chance’s cock, I raise the whip and bring it down on his thighs while his mouth sucks on the sweet pussy of Cayleigh as she moans sweet whimpers. Her hands pull and tug at his hair, needing more to find her release.

  “Cayleigh, stop.” My voice sounds around us like an echo. Her body ceases to move. Taking a step toward them, I lean forward, fisting Cayleigh’s hair, pulling her closer to me. Our mouths are inches apart. “Rub that pretty pussy for me.”

  Her hands fall between her thighs, her fingers slipping into her sweetness. My tongue darts out, licking against hers. When I pull away, I glance down at the handsome man who’s bound to the bed.

  “Lean back, princess,” I tell her, before leaning down and licking against his lips. I taste Cayleigh’s juices, which are glistening on his mouth. “So, fucking delicious,” I growl along his lips.

  “I need more,” Chance says, breathing along my mouth.

  “I know.” Smiling, I rise and step back while unbuttoning my shirt. When the material falls to the floor, my slacks follow. “Cayleigh, kiss him. Taste yourself on his lips.” She smiles as she obeys my command without hesitation, and I know she’ll be a wonderfully obedient submissive.

  Watching them kiss is one of the most erotic things I’ve seen. Her body moves languidly. I know she’s close, riding the edge of release. Her pussy hovers over Chance’s cock, and I can’t help but smile when she shamelessly rubs herself against him.

  Her aching body is beautiful as her hips move faster; the kiss swallows her whimpers. Raising the whip once more, I allow it to lick along her back, then his thighs. There’s a thick cloud of desire that hangs around us, filling the room like an entity.