Vice: Sins of Seven

by René, Dani

  “I was,” I affirm, crossing my arms. I smile when he shakes his head and chuckles. The sound is one I’d like to hear over and over again. We’re almost the same height; both broad shouldered with lean muscles. Keeping in shape is something I’ve always prided myself in. And when I look at Oliver, I know it’s all worth it.

  His gaze devours me. Like a feral fucking animal, he looks at me like I’m his last meal. “Where were you today? I was worried.” My words are filled with need, with the desire to learn more about this intriguing man.

  He sighs, walking toward the bathroom with me following hot on his heels. I watch him turn on the shower, the spray hissing, hitting the cool blue tiles that adorn the room.

  When he doesn’t speak, I take it as my chance to finally admit all the shit that’s been building up over the past few days. “Listen, you know I want you, Oliver. There’s no doubt in my mind you feel the same. Why do you keep pushing me away?” I sound like a fucking pussy, but I need to know. He needs to decide what he wants.

  He turns, shooting daggers at me with those devilishly sexy eyes. “You know what, Chance? This is ridiculous. I didn’t come home for this shit. I told you, we’ll talk later.”

  “This shit . . .” I gesture between us. “I don’t want ‘this shit’ between us. If you want this, we’re both men. Fucking act like it,” I grunt out, unsure of where the courage came from, but I’m done playing his games.

  He pivots, shoving his boxers down his thick thighs. He’s all man. Hard, ready, and it makes my mouth water. When I meet his cool-gray eyes, I find anger and lust swirling through them. Both emotions slam into me, and in two strides he’s pressing his body against mine.

  With a tug, he drags me into the shower. I’m slammed against the wall, my face flat on the tiles. His chest to my back and he rolls his hips, allowing me to feel his hard cock ready to rip into me like I’ve never had it before. “You want this?” he whispers along my ear. “Because I’ll fuck you so hard right now that you’ll need a fucking stretcher to get out of this shower.”

  I grunt, groan, then push back against him. My ass rubbing on the thick shaft throbbing with need against me. A feral hunger to let him fuck me deep and hard burns through me, and I’m breathless at the thought.

  He reaches for me. Gripping my wet, unruly hair, he tugs it back so his mouth is right at my ear again. “You see, Chance, this is what you do to me.” He groans as he rolls his hips again, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. “I’m going to fuck you in this shower. I’m going to be so deep inside you, and you’re going to remember me every time you move.”

  The shower has misted everything around me, and everything seems foggy. Our bodies are slick and wet. He releases me and turns me to face him. I allow a smirk to curl my lips, meeting his gaze in a challenge. “You better get to it then. I’m not waiting forever.”

  I watch him step under the spray, the water cascading down his tanned skin. My gaze greedily devours him as he grabs the bottle of soap, squirting some in his palm. Once he works it into a lather, he rubs it over his body, causing my cock to jolt in response.

  The white suds trickle down his torso, only makes me impossibly harder. When I step in closer to him, he hands me the soap, and we both take turns taunting each other with our touches, ignoring the rigid cocks so hard they could break glass.

  “Suck my dick,” Oliver grunts, his hand stroking the thick, angry erection. Dropping to my knees, I glance up at him. The smirk he loves to gift me with is present on his handsome face. Once all the soap is rinsed off his dick, I take it in my mouth, swallowing it deep into my throat.

  The animalistic growl that echoes from him is more than enough to spur me on.

  “Shit, yes,” he hisses through his teeth. “Take that fucking dick.” His voice is low, husky. He sounds like a fucking caveman. His fingers tangle in my hair, holding my head steady while he fucks my mouth deep and hard. “This what you wanted?” He bites out the question between pleasured moans. I can’t nod. I can’t do anything but allow him control. “Jesus Christ, yes. Fucking take it all.” He bucks his hips faster and faster, and then his body locks. His orgasm shudders through him as he shoots jet after jet of hot release into my mouth.

  Chapter 19

  Oliver

  I watch as Chance licks his lips of my arousal. His green eyes peek up at me under those golden lashes, and they seduce me more, pulling me into his orbit. It’s only been seconds since I emptied myself into his mouth, but I already want more.

  “I had a man taken care of today,” I utter, offering him more of me than I’ve ever given anyone. “And I did it for you. Because of you.”

  Chance rises to his full height, his eyes burning into mine, searching for my soul. I’ve hidden away for so long, held the darkness inside me at bay, but for some reason, Chance brings it out and makes me want to lay myself bare.

  It’s unsettling.

  It’s unnerving.

  And I’m unsure of what to do from here.

  “You went to find him. Didn’t you?”

  “Well.” I smile, pulling him closer, planting a kiss on his lips. “I had contacts find him. He was living in Miami.” My voice lowers. “And what he did to you, he’s done to many more since you. So, I trust that you’re not feeling sorry for the asshole who is soon to be six feet underground.”

  He shakes his head slowly, but he doesn’t respond. I wonder if he’s sad about the turn of events, but then he leans in close, his body pressing against mine, which only makes me want more of a connection. It’s new to me as there’s a certainty in the way he moves. His self-assured confidence has my cock straining.

  As the hot water cleanses us, he runs his hands up and down my back, eliciting a groan from deep in my throat. Jesus, this man is going to break me down into tiny pieces. His lips feather along my neck, and his cock jolts against me.

  “Take me,” I tell him. Finally giving him the one thing I haven’t given anyone in years. Chance steps back; his brows furrow in confusion. “This is your choice now. We’re either in this forever, or we’re not in it at all.”

  I step away from him, turning with my back to the man who’s broken through every barrier and learned some of my darkest secrets, but still hasn’t left.

  “Oliver—”

  “Fuck me. I need it.” My voice is husky, drenched in the desire to feel wanted. Needing the affection, I realize only Chance can give this to me. I press my hands on the tiles and wait. I feel his body cocoon me, his cock at my ass.

  His hands massage me as he reaches for the tube I've handed him. He palms the cheeks of my ass, opening me to his hungry gaze, and his fingers tease me with the slick liquid.

  Gently, he moves one finger into my opening, in and out, causing me to groan and my cock to jolt. He inserts a second digit and works me open, scissoring me to loosen the muscle. I need this. I realize it as he nudges a third finger into me, and I can’t stop the rumbling grunt that escapes my lips.

  “Do it, Chance. Just fuck me. I want it.”

  His fingers disappear. The tip of his cock replaces them, and soon, he’s sliding into me. Everything turns to black as I shut my eyes and savor his thickness. A shudder of pleasure races through me when I feel the ridges of his shaft, the warmth of his hands on me, and his lips at my neck.

  “Jesus, Oliver,” he hisses in my ear. “I don’t know how long I can last.” His brutal honesty makes me smile. I don’t think I can last because my cock is steel, ready to release another load on the tiles before me.

  “Move. Just move.” My command is bit out in a low grumble, as he moves. His hips move back, then slide forward, fucking me deep. His balls slap against mine. The sensation is mind-altering as I tense, feeling my orgasm trickle down my spine.

  His hands are on my cock, stroking me faster and faster, mimicking his movements inside me. I know I’m tightening around him already, attempting to milk his cock of every drop of seed he has.

  Our groans and grunts are the only sounds I
focus on. Not even the spray of the shower can overpower the feral, animalistic noises. Our bodies move together, back and forth, in and out.

  “Oliver—”

  “Come for me, Chance. Obey me and come,” I growl through clenched teeth as I try to focus on holding mine off for a second more, but once I feel his heat, I can’t hold back. My cock spurts in his hands; jets of white seed paint the tiles and trickle down the drain.

  “Fuck.” His word is bit out as we both tremble against each other. I’ve never felt anything as sensually erotic as Chance’s cock filling me. I can’t breathe for a moment. My focus is on the way my heart seems to catapult in my chest at what I’ve just experienced.

  He softens, slipping out of me, and I know that won’t be the last time we do that. When I finally turn to face him, I grip the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. Our mouths fuse, tongues dancing against the other as we lick and taste, savoring the flavor of each other.

  When I finally pull away, I meet his green stare. “Now it’s time for us to talk. Okay?” He nods. I know he was expecting me to say something else, but it’s not the time for that. Honestly, I don’t know when the time will come. “Let’s get out of here and dry off.”

  I step out of the shower, feeling the disappointment in Chance’s eyes as he watches me, but I don’t look at him. There are things to discuss, and that’s more important right now.

  * * *

  In the living room, I focus on him as he fidgets. He’s nervous about what I’m about to say, and I don’t blame him. The silence that hangs heavily around us is deafening.

  “The men informed me they had found that asshole, and he’s done. He won’t be hurting anyone else. Now, my question to you is, are there any other secrets lying in that pretty head of yours?”

  His gaze snaps to mine. “No. I told you everything about my past, not like your bullshit excuse of not wanting me to know about your darkest secrets.”

  “Don’t take that tone with me, Chance.”

  “Why? Because you’re going to whip me?” he bites back in frustration, and I have to say, I’m proud of him for standing up for his wants and needs.

  Sighing, I rise and stalk over to the bar. Pouring us each a drink, I gulp mine down before I head over to him and hand him the glass. “I never once told you this was more than a contract. Before you agreed—”

  “Before I agreed, you were the one who let me in. Inch by inch, you allowed me to see you, the real you, and I’m not sorry if I want to know more.”

  “I understand. I messed up.” Nodding, I take my seat and watch him drink the alcohol. “As I said to you before, I don’t do relationships. I’m not inclined to want that.”

  “So, you’ll never collar someone? Own someone?”

  “No.” I shake my head. “I don’t want that life. I enjoy having multiple partners, training both men and women. I love the variety that comes with exploring.”

  “What if someone wanted that with you?” His question stills me, shocking me silent. “I mean, what if you found a person who would enjoy that promiscuity with you?” I’d never once considered something like that. A polyamory-type of relationship. Would it work? Perhaps. But I don’t know if I could let myself love. And that’s what Chance wants. I can see it in his eyes each time he looks at me. That gentle pleading in his gaze that begs for affection I’m incapable of giving someone so close to me.

  “Are you saying you’d consider an open relationship?”

  “It’s not a hard limit.” He smiles, and I know he’s trying to lighten the mood. “It could be fun.” Another offering that makes me rethink everything for a moment.

  “I don’t know. Chance, this life—”

  “Oliver, just think about it. Please.” He sets the glass down, shrugs on his jacket, and glances at me once more. “I’m going home. I’ll see you tomorrow with Cayleigh.”

  “You know she’s going to leave us,” I offer before he turns to walk out of the living room and out of my house. “She’s not built for this relationship scenario you’re suggesting.”

  “I know. She was going to leave before this. But she’s not the one I’m asking to leap with me. It’s you. She may not be built for it, but are you?” With that, he turns and leaves me to ponder my thoughts. And the question burns in my mind. Am I built for it?

  Chapter 20

  Oliver

  It’s been eight hours since Chance walked out of my house. And every second that ticked by reminded me why I didn’t want a relationship in the first place. He’s under my skin. He’s everything I want, and I don’t know how to deal with it.

  Yes, I’ve spent my life offering advice to others, making sure my friends were happy. Seeing them live out their own happily-ever-afters gave me the freedom to live vicariously through their smiles and laughs. But deep down, I knew it would never be enough. And as much as I knew that, I’d never met someone who made me want my own happy ending.

  Until Chance.

  My phone rings shrilly, dragging me out of the thoughts of him.

  “Oliver Michaelson, how can I help you?”

  “Mr. Michaelson, this is Dr. Forester,” comes the voice on the other end of the line. “I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

  Before he tells me, I already know. I swallow back the lump in my throat and nod to no one in particular. “Okay?”

  “He’s not doing so well. Your father doesn’t have long, Mr. Michaelson. I would suggest you come to say your goodbyes.” I don’t respond because I can’t. It’s been years since I thought I would ever get this call, and even though I knew he was sick, deep down I thought he would live forever.

  “Yes,” I respond finally. “I’ll see what I can do.” I hang up before he can say anything more as shock slowly seeps through me. At forty-five, I can’t believe I need to say goodbye to my father. To the man who made me the cold, heartless asshole I am today.

  My body vibrates with confusion and pain. I don’t know why I feel the agony lancing my chest, but I do. Perhaps it’s because I have no way of calming myself down.

  Picking up my phone, I hit dial on the number for Hayley, who’s one floor down working in accounts. She’s known me for almost a year, and she won’t be shocked if I call her up here for a harsh spanking.

  “Mr. Mich—”

  “My office. Now.”

  Hanging up, I rise and pull my belt from its loops. I wrap it around my fist and wait for her to enter my office. The soft click of heels alerts me that someone is at my door. As soon as it flies open, I find the beautiful blonde on the threshold.

  “Come in, shut the door, and bend over the desk.” My order causes her eyes to widen in shock, but she doesn’t disobey or question. I watch with a smirk when she lifts her skirt, bending to my will.

  Rounding the front, I grip her panties in one hand and tug harshly, ripping the material from her hips. A soft squeak falls from her lips, which allows me to focus. With the belt wrapped around my fist, I raise my hand and bring it down on her supple ass.

  It’s beautiful watching her creamy flesh turn red. The bright welt becomes a shade of lovely rose. It’s as if there were a flower blooming on her ass, and I can’t stop my hand bringing down more harsh swats on each cheek.

  Her whimpers and mewls calm me, and I focus on the here and now, not the anger flowing through me. The rage I feel for my father not being there for me my whole life, but instead, more concerned about women and money.

  The echoes of the leather on her creamy skin fill my office, reminding me I’m here. I’m in control. My breathing is ragged, and my chest is aching as I drop the belt.

  “Stand.” My voice is a husky grunt, and the gorgeous woman rises to face me. Her knees wobble from her spanking, and her eyes shimmer as pleasure trails through her.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She smiles, her cheeks burning red with need and embarrassment. I don’t respond, merely help her right the skirt she’s wearing and send her on her way.

  Flopping onto my office chair, I
close my eyes and try to calm the raging hard-on in my slacks. The news of my father has hit me straight in the gut. And I know I’ll need to decide if I’m going to go back to the shithole town I grew up in, or if I’m going to let him die alone.

  * * *

  My office door opens an hour later, and I glance up to find Cayleigh at the threshold. I crook my fingers to invite her in. Once she shuts the door, she strolls to the chair opposite my desk and perches her pert little ass on the cushion.

  “How are you, darling?” I smile, trying to sound light-hearted, even though I don’t feel it. Not with everything riding on my choice.

  “I need to talk to you.” I knew she needed this. Cayleigh may enjoy her submission and the lifestyle, but she’s made for another man who can offer her the things every girl dreams about. She needs her knight in shining armor, and I know as much as she’s enjoyed her scenes with us, and with me, she needs more.

  “You know I’m always there for you, darling. What can I do for you?”

  “Have you ever been in love?” Cayleigh’s voice is tentative. She’s still as shy as she was the day she walked into my office the first time. I like it.

  I watch her for a moment, trying to gauge where she’s going with this. Then I shrug, shaking my head. “No. I learned that love is merely a distraction from life.” My words are honest. More so than I’ve ever voiced to anyone. It’s true. “I focus on the here and now, not what’s coming in five or ten years. Love is an emotion that doesn’t come into play in my life. I prefer doling out pain to those who beg me for it.”

  “That’s not true,” she argues. “Love is freeing. It allows you to be yourself with someone who accepts you as you are.” She’s adorable when she’s adamant about something.

  Shaking my head, I rise and stalk toward the window. The city below us is alive with possibility, and I wonder just how many people down there are currently having their heart broken.