The Consequence

by Giana Darling

  His eyes grew cold a second before his palm smacked loudly, though not painfully against my inner thigh as he spread them in order to bind my ankles to each chair leg. “Is that how you address me?”

  “Sir.” I panted when he pressed his nose to the curls above my clit as his nimble fingers finished fastening me. “Sir, what are you going to do to me?”

  “If you keep very still, I’m going to fuck this sweet pussy with my tongue until you come all over my face. And then, after I do it again, I’m going to make you lick yourself off my lips before I fuck your beautiful face.”

  A soft sigh escaped me.

  “Would you like that, Elle? Would you like to give me your sweet come?”

  “Yes, please.”

  I was devastated when he stepped away from me, straightening so that he could take me in, bound with pearls to the chair.

  “Putain,” he swore harshly, his hand going to the hard ridge straining his pants.

  My mouth dried up as I watched him stroke himself through his pants.

  “Let me do that, please,” I offered, begging already and he hadn’t even really touched me.

  “No.”

  “Please,” I tried again after I saw his hips buck into his touch.

  God, I wanted him in my hands, in my mouth, even just against my skin.

  His face hardened. “I just told you what I had planned, Elle. This is the second time you have asked me to derail my plans. Would you rather have my cock than come on my tongue?”

  “Yes,” I gasped immediately. “Please.”

  He stared at me for a long minute and I was giddy at the thought of him giving in to my desires. I could already taste him on my tongue. His scent dazed me as he leaned over me, hands over my bound wrists so he could lean into me.

  “Well, I do not want to give you my cock and it’s my choice, isn’t it? What happens to this body? I control that.”

  A shudder violently seized my spine but I stared at him through it. “Yes, sir. Sorry.”

  “You’ll be forgiven if you give me that orgasm,” he said matter-of-factly. “You have two minutes to give me what I want, Elle, or I’ll untie you, leave you wanting and I will jerk off in the shower, alone.”

  I whimpered as he dropped to his knees and ran the flat of his tongue up the seam of my sex, parting my wet folds. He stroked either side of my slick flesh with his thumbs, his eyes on mine.

  “Two minutes,” he warned again.

  Then his head descended and his mouth was on me. There was nothing gentle or slow about the way he attacked my pussy. No, he fed from me, sucking up all my juices and driving his tongue deep inside me to scoop up more. When he touched my clit, he didn’t play with it, he sucked it deeply into his mouth and even gently grazed the hood above it with his teeth so that I jerked against the pearls.

  The only sounds in the suite were my heavy panting and frequent gasps and murmurs and the incredibly erotic slurp of Sinclair feeding from me. His dark head between my paler thighs was so sexy. I could have come from the sight alone.

  “Sin,” I groaned out, long and low.

  “Such a sweet cunt,” he whispered, his lips moving against me as he spoke.

  He pushed his hands under my legs, curling them over my hips so that they pressed into the tops of my thighs, pulling me tighter against his hot mouth.

  I gasped and my legs shook when he pressed his nose hard into my clit and fucked me with his tongue. Thirty seconds later, my body was drawn so tight, straining against the pearls so hard that I was certain they were going to break. That anxiety coursed through my pleasure soaked system like lighter fluid so when Sinclair reached a hand up to put hard pressure against my womb and the other descended between my legs to drive two fingers into my drenched hole, I went up in flames, the stress of keeping still ratcheting up my orgasm until nothing else was in my head but velvet black bliss.

  “Good girl,” Sinclair said as I came down, his fingers sliding languidly in and out of my clenching sex. “Under two minutes.”

  His praise washed over me, gave me goose bumps.

  He reared up from his knees to brush his wet lips against mine.

  “Taste how fucking sweet you are,” he ordered before his hand came up to firmly pinch my chin and his mouth slanted over me.

  I moaned against the silky, delicious invasion of his tongue.

  He was right.

  I tasted good.

  So good that I my pussy quivered with aftershocks at the dirtiness of having the taste of my orgasm in my mouth.

  “What do you think?” Sin asked me as he took himself away from me. “What is sweeter… your come, or mine?”

  My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head.

  Sinclair grinned wickedly at me, his eyes dark, dark, dark.

  He stood up and pulled his gorgeous cock out of his pants. There was already a bead of arousal on his crown. My mouth watered.

  He stepped closer and I realized that the chair was low enough to take him in my mouth without him having to bend his knees. My mouth dropped open automatically to catch him as he moved his wet cock like a paintbrush against my lips. I moaned as his hot flesh pressed against my cheek. He held himself there as he stroked a hand down my hair. He smelled so good, musky and male, edible.

  “Does my siren want my cock in her mouth? You like the taste of come, don’t you? Yours and mine. Well, you’ll have to work for mine. I’m not going to come in under two minutes.”

  I could tell he was smiling, high on the power he held over me but I was too far gone to care. We hadn’t had this in three days and the submissive in me had been beyond nurtured since we got together, she had been spoiled. And she wanted his come in her mouth more than her next breath.

  I pushed all that desire into my eyes, into the single lush word from my lips. “Please.”

  His hand ran softly over my crown and then fisted hard in the hair at the nape of my neck. “Open wide.”

  I did.

  He slid in smoothly, right to the back of my throat and down. I gagged slightly around his girth before I remembered to breath through my nose.

  “Now, stay still while I fuck you,” he ordered as he began to thrust in a steady but controlled rhythm, using my mouth, using me to get himself off.

  My clit throbbed powerfully and my arousal slid down my thighs and pooled under me on the wooden seat. He fucked my mouth for so long that my jaw began to ache and my eyes teared up but I loved it. I loved how the drool spilled down my chin and how I had to fight to accept each thrust down my throat. The effort turned me on because I was doing it to please him and there was nothing sexier, nothing more rewarding than finally, so many minutes later, taking the prize of his hot release on my tongue.

  He kept himself in my mouth as he started to soften and he looked down at me as he tenderly stroked my hair back from my face.

  “T’es tellement belle,” he whispered.

  You are so beautiful.

  I smiled when he slipped from between my lips and closed me eyes to better absorb his compliment. They were still closed when he moved away and came back with a glass of cool water, which he brought to my lips so I could drink.

  “Uncomfortable?” he asked after a few minutes of petting my head and feeding me water.

  I shook my head because even though the pearls were tight against my skin, I liked the way they felt.

  “Good,” he leaned down again to look me in the eyes and I found his were still delightfully dark. “Because in about three minutes, I’m going to make you come on my fingers and then again on my cock.”

  I smiled, so happy I felt high. “Thank you.”

  His lips didn’t even twitch but his eyes sparkled. “You’re welcome.”

  We shared the moment before he right himself and his Dom mask was back on.

  “Now, let’s test how strong those pearls are, hmm?”

  Chapter Sixteen.

  I woke up the next morning with vomit in my mouth.

  I scramb
led out of bed, kicking Sinclair in the shin as I did, so that I could make it to the toilet in time. I emptied my stomach but my stomach still roiled and churned like the sea during a monsoon. I doubled over the toilet, desperate to vomit and so nauseous it brought tears to my eyes. I groaned, long and low like a bleating cow.

  “Giselle?”

  I really didn’t want Sin to see me like that.

  “Leave me alone,” I called, my voice breaking on the last syllable as bile flooded my mouth and I finally began to throw up again.

  I didn’t hear him come into the bathroom but I wasn’t surprised when cool fingers collected my sweaty locks and held them away from my face and his minty breath wafted across my neck.

  “You should know by now that I will never leave you alone, especially when you need me.”

  I could only groan in reply, wracked by dry heaves. One of his hands rubbed soothing circles on my back. I rested my forehead over my hands on the porcelain rim of the toilet and sighed, exhausted.

  “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I said, shakily. “I’ve been feeling so out of sorts the last couple of weeks. I think it might be the stress.”

  Sin was conspicuously silent for a few minutes, running his long fingers through my hair before tying it back in a ponytail. He prepared my toothbrush for me and watched while I erased the gunk from my mouth.

  When I was done, I sighed again when he sat down against the wall and pulled me into his lap. His smoky scent surrounded me, as warm and tangible as his arms pressed against my skin. I gripped a handful of his shirt, tipping my nose up into the hollow of his throat to take a large handful of that fragrance into my lungs.

  “Thank you,” I breathed.

  His arms constricted slightly around me. “Don’t thank me for something I’m happy to do. It’s my privilege to take care of you.” He sighed. “I haven’t been doing a great job of it lately, or ever actually.”

  “Hush,” I said, mocking his habitual use of the word. “I’m the happiest when I am with you. This life… this life is only good with you in it.”

  Sin pressed his lips to my forehead and squeezed me tighter.

  I laughed at his somber aura. “What is the matter with you, Mr. Serious?”

  “There’s a lot going on in our lives right now.”

  “Mais oui, comme toujours,” I agreed because our lives were always dramatic.

  “Elena still hasn’t forgiven us and likely never will, Cosima is…” He sighed so heavily that I felt the weight of his breath fall on my face like a stone. “Cosima just woke up from a fucking coma and now her never before seen husband has shown up. Your show is in two weeks and I don’t know what the fuck is going on within my own company. It’s a lot.”

  “Yes,” I said again. “I’m well aware, Sinclair. What’s your point?”

  He maneuvered me quickly so that I was straddling him. I locked my ankles around his waist and sunk my fingers into the back of his overlong hair. He needed another haircut but I wasn’t going to tell him that, I liked his roguish locks. I smiled as the silky strands passed through my fingers but the expression fell off my face when I looked down into his serious electric blue eyes.

  “Sin?” I breathed, nerves fluttering in my vacant tummy.

  His beautiful face was perfectly impassive but those too blue eyes flared with suppressed anxiety. He took a moment to gather himself before saying, “I think we might have another thing to add to the list. I only hope you think it’s a blessing and not another tribulation.”

  “You’re scaring me.”

  He nodded. “Je suis désolé, ma sirène. I’m nervous.”

  “No,” I said with faux dramatic shock, “not the ever unflappable Daniel Sinclair!”

  A reluctant smile tipped his lips as he shook his head at me. “You are aware that I’m crazy about you, correct?”

  “Correct. Now tell me what has you acting so strangely.”

  He tipped his forehead down to press it against mine. I swallowed the irrational fear that was building in my chest because I knew that whatever faced us next was no match for the two of us together.

  “I think you are pregnant.”

  The bottom dropped out of my hollow stomach.

  Sin leaned back to take my cheeks between his large palms so that he could properly scrutinize my face. My brain had blown a fuse so I didn’t know what he could have been reading in my expression.

  “Elle?”

  “Mhmm?”

  The corner of his lips twitched. “How are we feeling here, siren?”

  I blew a gust of air into his face. “I’m not pregnant so I feel fine.”

  One red brow rose.

  “I’m on birth control!”

  “Because no one has every become pregnant while using contraception.”

  Guilt seeped into my mind as I searched my memories, recalling how many times I had been forced to double up on the pill in the last few months. I wanted to blame the total upheaval of my life or even Sinclair, for being so distractingly sexy…

  I choked on my exhalation and looked up at him with wide eyes. “You wanted this.”

  His eyes were clear and bright, unrepentant. “I hoped.”

  “Sin!” I shoved him in the chest and scrambled to get out of his grasp but he only held me tighter to his chest. “You can’t just do something like that. Did you throw out my birth control in Paris? What kind of person would manipulate their partner into getting pregnant?”

  “The same kind of person who fell in love with their girlfriend’s sister,” he said with exceptional calm. “Before you get angry, let me ask you this; is the idea of having a baby with your hair and my eyes so horrific to you?”

  Before I could help it, the image of a toddler with a shock of red curls and cerulean blue eyes appeared behind the screen of my closed lids.

  “We would have good looking babies,” I whispered, mostly to myself.

  “We will,” he corrected me, running his knuckles down my cheek so tenderly it made my heart ache. “I want a little girl just like her mother.”

  I groaned. “So did I, but eventually, not now, not when Elena hates us so viciously and our family is completely at odds. Not to mention that you and I have only been together for a few months!”

  “Hush,” he said.

  I opened my mouth to protest but his lips caught my breath, gently crushed against my own in a searing kiss that I felt all the way to my toes. I sighed into his mouth, surrendering to the craziness of our love, the inexorable pull between us. My hands locked in his hair and pulled him even closer.

  He smiled against my lips. “Please, tell me you are happy.”

  I pressed one hand to his cheek, ran my thumb against the prominent ridge of his cheekbone. It still bewildered me every day that somehow this ridiculously perfect man was mine.

  “You own the lease on my happiness,” I murmured, reminding him of the night we had finally succumbed to our attraction and slept together again despite all the things working against us.

  Our life wasn’t easy, but that didn’t mean our love had to be difficult too. As long as we focused on each other, I knew that no matter what happened, I would live happily ever after.

  “My love for you is greater than the world,” Sinclair said, pressing his forehead against my own. “And I will feel the very same about our daughter.”

  “Son,” I said automatically, my hand flying to my stomach. “I think we are going to have a son.”

  “Want to bet?” Sin asked, with a raised eyebrow.

  “Are you really going to bet against a mother’s intuition?”

  He groaned softly. “Is it strange that I am incredibly attracted to you, right now?”

  I tipped my head back to giggle. “If I had known the image of me barefoot and pregnant was all it would take to pin you down, maybe I would have tricked you.”

  He scowled at me playfully so I laughed again.

  “I guess I need to make a doctor’s appointment,” I mused.
r />   His silence was conspicuous enough for me to notice.

  “Sin…”

  “Mmm?”

  “Did you already make me a doctor’s appointment?”

  He shrugged. “You haven’t been feeling yourself for a while, it was just a precaution.” When I slanted him a look, his lips twitched. “We have an appointment on Wednesday with the preeminent Ob/GYN in the city.”

  “Of course we do. Nothing but the best for me, right?”

  “Exactly,” he agreed solemnly, despite my sarcasm.

  “You are crazy, have I ever told you that?”

  “Only a few dozen times in the last four months.”

  We grinned at each other, our smiles so broad that they folded the skin of our cheeks into hospital bed corners. Then we were laughing, laughing so hard that tears leaked from our eyes and ran down our cheeks. It was the first time I had cried happy tears in much too long and I clutched Sin tightly, almost painfully, even amidst our mirth because the only thing that terrified me in this life was the idea of losing that, losing him.

  It was the weekend and Sinclair and I were in our new furnished apartment. Emma had worked absolute wonders and I couldn’t believe how beautifully everything had come together. Even Sin had looked pleasantly shocked when she had shown us around the apartment that morning. Everything was absolutely perfect but Sinclair confirmed it by kissing my breath away as soon as Emma left us alone.

  “This is absolutely perfect,” he had said after breaking away from me. “The only thing we need to do is furnish the baby’s room.”

  So, Sinclair had called Rossi and Eddie to pick up painting supplies while we laid out spare sheets in the future baby’s room. Sinclair wanted to paint a mural together for him or her.

  He’d caught me when I had literally swooned at the idea.

  “What do you want to paint?” I asked as I came back into the room after changing into an old, paint splattered pair of overalls and a pink crop top.

  Sin stared at me for a second with heat in his eyes. “What?”

  I grinned. “What do you want to paint for the baby?”

  “I thought we would do a beach scene, like Cabo,” he explained unnecessarily as he came over to me and placed a firm hand on my abdomen. “Where it all started.”