Sinners & Gin

by Alta Hensley

  Aria

  * * *

  I couldn’t believe the words I had just said and how bold I was being toward this man. I tried to demur, to turn my head away when his lips sought mine, but his hand came up and held my cheek so that I had nowhere to turn. And seconds after he’d begun kissing me, I knew that I didn’t want to turn away from him. Not now. Not ever. I wanted to turn toward him, toward the paradise that I already knew his touch would bring, despite all the warning bells that were already going off in my head. So, I ducked my lips out from under his, knowing that if I didn’t, I’d soon be completely lost.

  His fingers brought me right back to where he wanted me, until I caught the tip of his wandering tongue between my teeth in warning.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, princess. That kind of thing will get you flipped right back on your stomach.” He didn’t specify, but his hands went to the thick leather belt at his waist and my eyes had followed their descent.

  I released him immediately as if I’d been scalded, reprimanding myself silently for the coward I so obviously was. I should have bitten down then run away from him, stolen his beat-up truck and driven away. But to where? I had no idea where anything was, and it was nighttime again. Sense of direction was not my strong suit. And it was freezing outside, and I… So just like before, I had to push the foolish ideas of escape out of my mind.

  Was it better to do that and probably die of exposure or worse in the woods, or to remain here, where I was so obviously going to end up crossing the point of no return with him again, whether I wanted to or not? Not to mention living under the constant threat that he was going to punish me—or whatever else his wicked mind came up with.

  While I was debating, he was busy trying to remove my clothes—what little I had. His hand came up the insides of my tightly closed thighs, skittering lightly over my mons to my lower belly. The fabric fell away from me as his big wrist rubbed over bare skin, up over my navel, up the middle of my ribcage to my breastbone, then hung a sharp right and captured a breast whose tip was achingly tight in anticipation of his possession.

  I wrestled my mouth out from under his and whispered, “Matthew, no. Part of me wants this, but another part is afraid.” I panted and tried to take a deep calming breath. “Matthew, no. We should stop.”

  “I like the sound of my name on your lips, but ‘no’ is not a word I tolerate from many people, none of whom are you. I want to hear you this time. I want you to purr for me and moan. I want to hear your breath hiss through your teeth, and I want to hear you scream my name as you come.”

  My body arched of its own accord at his words, and I knew that it was on the opposite side of this argument from my brain, hoping that every single word he said came true a thousand times over. The area between my legs was already swollen and ready for him, yearning for his touch, so much so that I felt I had to cross my legs to soothe myself.

  But Matthew planted a hand on the bed between us so that I couldn’t do it. “Ah ah ahhh. No trying to pleasure yourself. That’s for me to do, when I decide to. You are not to touch yourself without my express permission… ever,” he ordered sternly, then softened it by revealing, “unless I intend to watch.”

  I could feel my full body blush at his statement. “But,” I breathed, barely able to recognize the deep throatiness of my own voice.

  He boldly draped himself atop me, his hips and legs replacing the arm that had held my legs apart, his very broadness forcing them much further open as I tried to accommodate him, adoring the feeling of vulnerability that was inherent in this position. And then he moved downwards, dragging himself over me slowly, until his head was where his hips had been, using his splayed arms to hold legs that would have closed around him open as he let his mouth settle onto my clit.

  Matthew

  * * *

  My boldness was rewarded by a short, sharp scream I hadn’t expected, and renewed efforts to escape me. In my most stern tone, I commanded, “Aria, I want you to lie back and relax. Put your hands above your head and leave them there until I tell you you may put them down again, and stop trying to wiggle away from me. Do I need to spank you again?”

  I could feel how she contracted involuntarily at my use of the word ‘spank’. I didn’t think she even knew she’d done it, but it was a very interesting tidbit about her that I intended to remember. As if that evidence weren’t enough to tell me that—although she protested just as vehemently as I’d expected while I was punishing her—she had, nonetheless, thoroughly enjoyed it at the same time, when I moved a hand to join my mouth at her nether parts, one finger delving very gently into her pussy as it rained moisture down onto me.

  And the deep, tips of her toes groan that she gifted me with as I did that, nearly had me unmanning myself right then and there. It was a close thing; I’d never really been quite that out of control of myself, even as a young man. But that was what she did to me, and I craved more of that kind of a challenge to my control of myself—and her.

  “Do you want me, Aria? Truly want me? Not just fucking, but truly want me to be inside you and claiming you as mine?” I worked my way up her body so I could look directly into her eyes.

  Aria

  * * *

  I nodded. “Yes, I want that. God help me for saying this, but I do. Take me, Matthew. I want to feel you inside of me,” I begged, giving up any resistance left in my mind—my body had already surrendered.

  I wanted to be relieved of the stinging and shameful pain which coursed through my body, but more than anything else, I wanted to feel his cock buried deep within me. I didn’t want to do what I thought was right. Nothing in my life was about right. Everything was wrong. But when Matthew touched me, it was right. At least for that moment in time.

  He stared into my eyes and softly began to speak. He kissed me on the lips and then said, “I didn’t know how badly I needed this until I saw you.”

  I could feel the sexually induced power begin to take over. His voice echoed; his face blurred. Alpha force emanated from his body, and a heat burned between our connecting flesh. My eyes rolled back in my head for a moment while the spell of love and a heart-felt passion took over my body. All the pain in the past seemed to melt away with the cadence of his deep tone.

  But I needed more.

  I could feel his light touch along the surface of my skin. Unable to open my eyes and too weak from intense desire to move, I had no choice but to succumb to the sense of touch alone. The cloak of darkness my eyelids provided heightened every slide and every glide of his strokes. The sound of his zipper lowering and his own clothes being removed, tortured me with the need to see him nude before me.

  “Matthew,” I moaned, opening my eyes.

  He removed the last item of his clothing, baring his body of perfection completely. His cock stood at attention against this rippled abs. Seeing him nude before me for the first time was a breathtaking sight. Only one word to describe his physique… flawless.

  His hands moved along the soft mounds of my breasts, gently massaging my fiery skin. It seemed as if he were pulling every doubt and insecurity of what the future had in store from my body. He lowered his mouth to one of my hardened nipples and began to trace his tongue along the tip. I moaned as the inferno grew inside my core. He continued to lick as his hand caressed my pussy. Two fingers trailed down the wet folds before finding my welcoming entrance. He pressed his fingers inside, causing a gasp to escape my lips.

  My eyes drifted closed as I tried to concentrate on the sensual feeling of his fingers moving in a rhythmic motion inside my quivering pussy. I moaned with agony, but slowly the moans became ones of pleasure.

  Matthew worked his fingers in and out of my pussy while slightly nipping at my breast in his mouth. He moved his lips to my neck, kiss by kiss, lick by lick.

  Sucking at my earlobe, he whispered, “Do you want to feel my cock buried deep inside of you? Do you want to feel the orgasm I give you course through every muscle of your body?”

 
His words were soothing every inch within me as I grew accustomed to the idea of not fighting this man ever again.

  I tried to reply but was unable to speak. I could only moan and thrust my hips into his hand which was still deep within my pussy.

  Matthew lowered his body down my torso until he pressed his mouth to my awaiting clit. Taking it within his lips, he sucked the remaining dark thoughts from my body. I finally opened my eyes and looked down to find Matthew staring up at me from between my legs.

  “Gorgeous.” Matthew sucked on my clit some more, causing me to arch my back in need. “You are by far the most intoxicating woman I have ever encountered. You’re like a damn drug.”

  He moved his fingers in and out of my pussy while sensually licking circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Matthew added a third finger to join the others, stretching me to the fullest.

  “Fuck… Matthew!”

  My impending orgasm built. Stronger than what I could have ever fantasized to come from two people destined to forever be enemies. A wave of ecstasy worked its way through my body, drawing me closer to the crash.

  “Your taste, your smell… Aria. You make me weak,” he mumbled between long strokes of his tongue through my drenched pussy.

  I began to shake, losing my mind to the delirium of what Matthew was doing to my body. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed as the orgasm rocked every inch of my soul.

  Matthew softly kissed his way back up to my neck, seeming to savor each delicious taste along the way. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “I want to feel myself pressing inside of you. I want to feel you wrapped around my cock. God, I want you.”

  He rubbed his hardness against the wet lips of my pussy, causing electricity to shoot through my body. He continued to rub sensually up and down, taking pause to circle the tip of his cock along my throbbing clit. Every touch, every movement brought on a wave of ecstasy like nothing I had ever experienced.

  “Oh! Please, please fuck me. I need to feel you pressed deep within me. Please,” I begged between moans.

  Matthew positioned the head of his penis at my opening and slowly massaged the outer edges. Each teasing movement drove me closer to the impending orgasm waiting to escape my body.

  “Come for me first, Aria. I want to hear another orgasmic scream from your lips,” he commanded. “I want you to come once more before I take you completely.”

  Simply hearing the seductive order from this man was all I needed to allow the release. The smoothness of his cock up against my soft folds only added to each wave after wave of pleasure exploding from my body. I thrust my hips hard against Matthew’s, trying desperately to force his cock inside me. I would do anything at that moment to just feel him deep within my core.

  Matthew smiled as he pressed his lips to mine. “Good. Very, very good.”

  He positioned his body so he was driving his hard cock into my pulsating pussy before the climax was over. His thrusting continued the frenzy. Driving the orgasm to a new level, Matthew fucked me with a fervor like nothing I could have envisioned—even more so than the times before. My body melded to his. My core clung to his wanton energy. Plunging deeper, his cock stretched my tight pussy to the maximum.

  My sex stung, my body ached, but euphoria conquered all.

  Flipping me over onto my stomach in one fluid motion, Matthew pulled my hips up so I was positioned on all fours. His roughened palm pressed between my shoulder blades, causing my upper body to rest against the bed. My ass was now up and angled on full display, as if I were begging to be fucked from behind.

  “The most beautiful sight I have ever seen,” Matthew praised.

  “Fuck me hard. Fuck me with all the animalistic power you possess!” I commanded. The sexual beast inside was breaking through my body, smothering any submission that remained. I wanted it hard, I wanted it rough, and I wanted Matthew to truly take my body with uncontrolled abandon.

  Matthew grabbed my hip with one hand and a handful of hair with the other. He impaled his cock to the base of his balls with a force that made me scream. He pulled my head back as he drove in and out with a carnal need. He released the grip of my hip and spanked my ass. He continued to spank while driving his hardness deep within.

  “Never command me. Just because you are now truly mine, and I’m yours, that doesn’t change. I don’t want that to ever change.” Matthew continued the stinging slaps against my reddening behind. I gasped with each reminding blow.

  “Nothing has changed in that regard. I still expect your full surrender. Understood?”

  I arched my back further. The electricity from the spanking only enhanced the approaching orgasm returning to my body. “Yes. Yes, sir.” I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I craved him as the dominant man he was.

  Matthew grabbed both my hips with his hands as he pushed and pulled his cock within my warm depths. His breathing sped up; his moans increased. I screamed as the orgasm rocketed through my body with more force than before. Matthew thrust as deep as possible as he called out my name while spilling his seed inside of me.

  16

  Aria

  “You look much better this morning,” Tennessee said as he opened the curtains, allowing the sunlight to shine through.

  I squinted against the rays as I slowly sat up. I actually felt much better, and for the first time in a long time had gotten a decent night’s sleep thanks to the miracle elixir Tennessee had given me with dinner. The bitter liquid seemed to soothe my cough for hours at a time. Not to mention the amazing sex with Matthew that left my body drained and humming.

  “Although you look as if you danced in the center of a tornado,” Tennessee added with a soft smile.

  I tried to comb my fingers through my brown locks to no avail. “I’m in desperate need of a bath.”

  Tennessee opened the window to allow some fresh air to enter the stuffy room. “It’s warm outside right now, but a storm is supposed to come tonight.” He glanced over with an unyielding look. “And before you start to argue, you will not be going outside today. If you know what is good for your backside, I suggest you just thank me for letting in some fresh air and leave it be.”

  “I won’t go outside again. I promise.”

  Tennessee crossed his arms across his chest. “Yeah… I know how well you listened to me last time.” He smiled. “But I’m sure you paid your penance nice and good.” He winked as he went to the pillows I leaned against and started to fluff them. “Matthew cares about you, Aria. As fucked up as this situation is… and it is. No doubt. I have never seen him act the way he does when it comes to you. You should have seen how he fretted last night as you slept and asked me a million questions about our days here.”

  I had no response to that.

  Cared about me?

  But yes… this situation was fucked up. I could agree with that statement.

  Just as Tennessee was turning to leave, Matthew walked up behind him. His eyes quickly scanned me, and he smiled when he noticed I was sitting up and in far better condition than I’d been.

  “It’s nice to see some color back in that pretty face,” he said while he strode into the room.

  I returned the smile. “I feel much better. The medicine seems to really help, and I slept really good after you left.” My face heated as I said the final part and wished I could have taken the words back.

  Matthew picked up the bottle and held it to the light so he could see how much still remained. “I’m happy to hear that. Since we know it helps, I’ll pick up several more bottles next time I leave so you can have them if the coughing continues.” I was grateful that he didn’t bring up the discipline or the sex that followed. Maybe we could just pretend that momentary lapse of complete lust didn’t happen.

  “What I really need right now is a bath. May I get out of bed to do that, please? I promise I won’t take long.”

  I knew I would get a lot further by asking rather than just hopping out of bed and doing as I pleased.

  Maybe
Matthew expected me to demand to get out of bed, because he did seem surprised by my request for permission.

  “All right. I think you’re healthy enough for a bath. But you have to allow me to assist you. I’m still concerned for your strength. Tennessee said you didn’t eat must yesterday when he brought you your meal in bed. I don’t need you falling and breaking a bone right now. And,” he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and a small smirk, “you may have overexerted yourself yesterday when you should have been resting. I don’t want you to push it… again.”

  I wanted to say no to his offer, but if I did, then Matthew would demand, and I much preferred his calmer and gentler state of mind right now. I felt better, but I sure as hell didn’t have it in me to have another battle of wills that I was pretty sure I would lose.

  I nodded in response and pushed the blankets off of me, dropping my feet to the floor. Matthew quickly placed his hand on my arm to help me stand. “Steady now. Let the blood flow back to your toes.”

  Very slowly, I walked across the hall to the bathroom with Matthew never letting go of my arm. He went straight to the tub and began filling it up while I sat on the edge of the bath and watched. He had removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves as to not get wet, revealing his tan skin and his muscled arms. With each move, I noticed how lean his body was. His brown hair hung in a soft wave around his ears with just a hint of gray at his temples. His distinguished look added to a masculinity that fascinated me every time I got to take the time to just watch him. His caring nature made me feel safe and protected. An odd contrast to the fact that I was his captive, but I had never had a man draw me a bath before.