Sin

by Michelle Hughes

  “I need the money Sin. I’m going to dance.” I dared him with my look to tell me no.

  “It’s always about the fucking money with women. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Grabbing more hundred dollar bills then I’d seen in my life he slammed them down on the desk. “I’ll pay you not to dance.”

  I hated him at that moment. He was attempting to buy me off and it made me feel cheap. “Screw you Sin.” Glancing around the room I saw a few club shirts. I grabbed one of them and pulled it over my head. “I don’t want your damn money!”

  He could go straight to hell I decided, as I stormed out of the office. I didn’t look back. If he followed I swore I’d kick him where it hurt most. I made my way to the bar, not caring that I was dressed in an oversized t-shirt and probably looked like I’d just been screwed.

  “Give me a shot of tequila.” I wanted to get so drunk that I forget that infuriating man ever existed. George obviously noticed I was angry because he quickly came back with the shot.

  Kera was at the bar as I got the second shot. “You okay?”

  “Nope.” I threw back the next drink and raised the empty shot glass to her. I ached between my thighs from Sin’s rough sex, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil going through my mind.

  She nodded and ordered us both another round. We drank them quickly. My head was spinning. “I really hate men.” I shook my head, trying to clear it. The tequila was definitely not one of my brightest ideas.

  “What did Sin do?”

  “We can’t talk here.” I motioned to George for another shot of tequila. He looked at Kera in concern. “I’m not a child George, I don’t need her permission.”

  He turned back to the bottles and I felt like crap. I didn’t mean to snap at him. George put down another set of shot’s. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t worry about it sweet cheeks.” He smiled and shook his head. “I just worry about you.”

  That was probably the nicest thing any man had ever said to me. I felt even worse for my comment to him.

  “Luke and I will take care of her.” Kera winked and shot back another drink. I followed her and took my own. We didn’t stop until half a dozen more had found our lips. I was beyond rational thought after those drinks.

  Several of the customers joined in on our drinking binge and with the help of the tequila I didn’t care that Sin was still locked in his office.

  We moved to a big table, and continued our party. Surrounded by customers, George sold many more drinks that night than he usually did when the dancer’s finished on stage.

  chapter sixteen

  Cut Off

  Two hours later and I finally felt able to control my attitude. That shit with Anya tonight had been wrong. My head was all kinds of fucked up as I watched her dance earlier. She was like a fucking goddess on that stage and I was so hard I almost came in my pants.

  I made the mistake of taking my eyes off her and looking around at the men in my club. Their goddamn tongues were hanging out as they drooled over my girl. She was mine, they didn’t have any damn right to look at her perfect body.

  It was close to closing time, and I knew I had to set things right with her. Just because I was a possessive son-of-a-bitch didn’t give me the right to hurt her. I’d promised her last night to never cause her pain again. I broke my fucking word. She wasn’t some whore accustomed to a man’s dick.

  I didn’t even stop before ramming home in that sweet little pussy that gripped me tighter than anything I’d sunk into before. The look in her eyes was something I’d never forget. I’d scared the shit out of her.

  Walking out into the bar I was determined to find her and apologize. Seeing her at the table with all those men made me see fucking red again. She was wasted. Not just a little tipsy but so far gone she was swaying in her chair.

  “Last call!” Stalking over to her, I gave my customers a look that let them know a shit storm was about to break out. The ones that knew me quickly got up and left to pay off their tabs.

  “Get your shit Anya, I’m taking you home.”

  She looked up at me with those dazed baby-blues and I almost lost it. “Go away Sin. I don’t want to t-talk t-to y-you.”

  Stuttering over her words and telling me to leave? That shit wasn’t happening. “You’re drunk as hell.”

  “S-so you’re not my f-father.” She picked up a drink from the table, and I reached over to grab it from her hands.

  “Get your fucking ass to my car NOW.” What the hell was she trying to do, get alcohol poisoning?

  “Sin, I’ve got her.”

  Kera glared at me and I wanted to take her over my knee. She was no more in control than Anya was. “Luke!”

  I wasn’t about to chastise his woman but someone was getting her under control. He sighed as he walked over to the scene. “Get your girlfriend home before she doesn’t have a job tomorrow.”

  She was supposed to be Anya’s friend. Kera had enough experience to know that a lightweight didn’t need to drink that much.

  “Come on baby, let’s get you home.”

  Luke slid down and wrapped his arm around Kera’s waist, helping her stand.

  “We’re taking Anya too.” Kera swayed on her feet and Luke lifted her into his arms.

  “Anya’s going home with me.” This wasn’t fucking debatable. Luke was going to have his hands full with Kera obviously, he couldn’t deal with both of them.

  “I don’t like you right now.” Anya’s soft spoken, slurred words stabbed me in the heart. Even in her drunken stupor I could see the fear in her eyes. I had seriously fucked up.

  “Baby we’re just going to sleep.” She looked at me like she didn’t believe a thing I said, but nodded her head.

  I helped her stand but figured out quickly she wasn’t walking on her own. Tossing her over my shoulder, I turned my eyes to George. “Can you close down?”

  I knew he could but the way my luck was going tonight, I didn’t want to piss anyone else off. He gave a curt nod to his head.

  That was all I needed. I made it to my car with long strides. Placing her in the front seat, I pulled her seatbelt on. She was sound asleep before I started the car.

  I drove off and tried to keep my thoughts clear. She was comatose in the front seat, which was a good thing. I wanted to ride her ass about getting drunk like that in the club. What if I hadn’t been there?

  You were there earlier and look what you did. I mentally argued that at least it wasn’t some stranger that had taken her to his car and fucked her. Drunk women were an easy target for men. Men at a strip club automatically assumed dancers were easy.

  We pulled into my driveway and I lifted her out of the car with her still out cold. She was a grown woman but in my eyes part of her was still an adolescent. Anya hadn’t seen enough of the world to understand what people were capable of.

  Making it back to my bedroom I carefully put her down on the bed. She was dressed in the club t-shirt and the bikini briefs she’s worn on stage. It was a fucking miracle someone hadn’t molested her. I was getting pissed off again.

  Forcing my temper back, I undressed down to my boxer shorts and slid into bed with her. She didn’t budge. We were going to have a talk in the morning about her drinking in the club. Pulling her over to rest on my chest, I fell asleep with her in my arms.

  I awoke later in the morning with her hand resting on my already hard cock. She was still out cold. Glancing over at the clock I saw it was already noon. Fuck me I couldn’t stop myself from grinding up into her hand.

  She opened her eyes and looked at me. I could tell she was trying to get her bearings. “Morning.” Biting her lip, she looked down at where her hand was resting and blushed. Her hand didn’t move.

  “How are you feeling?” I grunted the words out, her touch felt incredible.

  “Probably better than I should.” She rubbed that little hand up and down, and shit I was ready to explode.

  Keep moving your hand. It was l
ike she had mental telepathy because she squeezed my cock. I wasn’t blind either. The way she was pressing her legs together gave me a good indication that she was horny.

  “You want to fuck baby?” I hadn’t forgotten last night, and I planned on setting her shit straight. That didn’t mean I wasn’t game to enjoying that luscious body of hers while doing it.

  She blushed even deeper and her hand fell away. Like hell she was stopping. I turned on my side and my fingers slid under the elastic of her bikini briefs. She was already wet for me. “I asked you a question?” Adding some incentive I slid a finger in deep and curled it.

  Her soft moan told me more than words could. I began riding her with my finger slowly. Taking her to the edge, I pulled my finger from her clenching flesh. “Guess you don’t.” I was being an ass.

  “Sin, please.” I almost caved with that sweet plea falling from those gorgeous lips. “I want you.”

  I sat up in bed, hanging my legs over the side until they touched the floor. Looking into those sexy eyes, I sucked the finger that had moments ago been inside her. Damn she tasted sweet. “Take off your clothes and get over my knees then.”

  That look of confusion that filled her face made my cock throb. I glanced at my lap, then at her. “Make up your mind. I’m grabbing a cold shower if you don’t.”

  She slid off the bed and looked down at me. There was no fucking clue in her mind what I was about to do. I almost chuckled at her expression. “Undress!”

  I watched her hesitantly pull her shirt over her head, then slide off the briefs. She was shifting from foot to foot nervously. “Lay face down over my lap baby.”

  The heat of her stomach on my thighs and the site of that gorgeous ass made me groan. “Last night you put yourself in a dangerous situation.” I rubbed my hand over that soft flesh, pleased to feel her tremble.

  “You won’t get drunk in my club again.” I felt her body tense and I assumed it finally sank home why she over my knee.

  She gave a small nod of her head and my hand came down with a slight smack on her ass. I heard her intake of breath and felt my cock twitch. “I want to hear the words baby.” Giving her no time to answer I brought my hand down again harder.

  The soft cry that left her lips made me want to soothe her. My hand moved between her legs and I caressed her clit. She was still wet. Thank the fucking stars. I wasn’t sure how she was going to react to my way of dealing with things.

  I’d told her I was fucked up, now she was getting a glimpse into that. Two fingers slid into her tight pussy and rode her gently until I felt her clench. She wasn’t allowed to cum yet. Pulling from her, my hand fell on her ass again.

  “You want me to stop baby?” My hand fell against that soft flesh again, then massaged. I held my breath as I waited for her to answer.

  “Don’t stop.” That softly spoken whisper almost made me cum. I didn’t ask again. Her ass was light pink when I finally decided she’d been punished enough.

  I lifted her into my lap, straddling me. My cock rested against my abs, rock hard. “Still want me little lily.” I wanted to lift her up and slide her down until I filled her completely.

  Stunned, that was how she looked at me. She nodded, and I refused to ask her to be more vocal. If that spanking had been overwhelming she was in for many more shocks. Lifting her chin in my hand, I forced her to meet my eyes.

  “I told you I wasn’t gentle baby. You play around with me I’m going to take you to the darkest side of sexuality.” I needed her to understand.

  She bit that lip again. I wanted to explain, but I needed to be inside her more. “Go over to my nightstand and grab a condom.” Lifting her off me, I watched her do my bidding.

  “I don’t know how to put one of these on.”

  I could see the embarrassment written on her face and smiled warmly. “You’ll learn now.” I ripped open the foil pouch. “Kneel down between my legs.” I spread them so she had room.

  Fuck the condom for the moment. I wanted those sweet lips wrapped around me. “Take me in your mouth.”

  I could see that I’d shocked her. Giving her a wink of encouragement I waited. She wrapped that soft little hand around me and I almost came. “No hands little lily, just your mouth.”

  Her eyes met mine briefly and she trembled again. Her hands rested on my thighs and her mouth tentatively suckled the head. That sweet little tongue circled and I pushed my hips up. Forcing more of my cock into her mouth, she pulled back.

  My hand fisted into her hair stopping her. “I want to fuck your mouth little lily.” The condom was tossed on the bed as her mouth took me in deeper. I loved watching her lips stretch to accommodate my girth.

  I allowed her to slowly take me in a few inches and retreat until I knew she felt comfortable. It wasn’t enough. With my hand in her hair I maneuvered her to take me deeper and pulled back when she tensed.

  Her oral skills were amazing for a beginner and I was getting too close. Pulling her up, I reached back on the bed for the condom. Handing it to her I grinned.

  She fumbled with the packaging and her face heated. “It just rolls down over my length baby.” I had to help her out, even though it was sexy as hell watching the nervousness flitter over her beautiful face.

  Finally she had the shit in place. I was so damn hard. “Climb on little lily.” I was still sitting. She bit her lip again as she straddled me. “Take me in your hand and guide me home.”

  I liked this instructor position at the moment. A guy could get used to this. Her hand on my cock changed my attitude. I wanted to feel that sweet hot pussy clenching me now.

  With agonizing slowness she guided my cock to her entrance. Fuck she was so tight. Grabbing her hips I pulled her down hard. The soft gasp had me searching her eyes. I refused to hurt her this time. I didn’t need to worry, there was a smile on her face. Without my asking she began to ride me. My hands helped her find a pace that had my teeth clenching.

  She arched her back and my mouth lowered to her breast. Sucking her nipple deep, she increased the rhythm. “That’s it baby, ride me until you cum.”

  It was like unleashing paradise on my dick. She lifted and fell until I felt her inner folds clenching and releasing. “Cum now!”

  Pushing her down hard, I ground her hips into mine. She screamed my name out loud enough to vibrate off the walls. Lifting her off, I turned her body and forced her face down on the bed. Sliding home again, I pumped inside that tight glove until I gave a scream of my own.

  chapter seventeen

  Up For Air

  Sin kissed me before rolling out of bed. He told me to grab a shower while he made breakfast. My mind was completely blown. I don’t know what I expected after last night at the club, but what happened wasn’t it.

  I was scared last night when he showed his possessive nature, and now I didn’t know what to think. Waking up to his wild lovemaking was indescribable. The spanking had been shocking, but it also turned me on. I still didn’t understand what it meant for us.

  After yesterday I was convinced we would have a one night fling, and I’d be forced to be satisfied with that. Now I didn’t know what we had. He was obviously possessive, no doubt about that, but did that mean he wanted more? I didn’t have the experience to understand him.

  I showered quickly, shocked at the slight sting on my backside. What other things didn’t I know about him? A small part of me was screaming run now. It was a very tiny doubt. My body felt like it was awake for the first time. Stepping out from under the water I wrapped in a towel.

  So lost in my own thoughts I didn’t hear when he opened the bathroom door. I looked up at him uncertainly. The truth was I just didn’t know what he’d do next. There’s something really nerve-wracking about not knowing what to expect. It’s also very heady.

  “What’s wrong baby?” That sexy smile on his face made my knees weaken. How could anything be wrong when this gorgeous man was looking at me like he wanted to eat me up?

  I was nervous. Why? I knew h
e turned me on so completely that I was ready to be back on my knees again. God I was a slut! “Um, nothing, just hungry.” My voice wasn’t convincing. How could I be confident when I had no idea what he wanted from me?

  His deep blue eyes were studying my face and I blushed. “Give me five to take a shower and we’ll talk and eat?”

  I nodded and all but ran from the bathroom. It was crazy to be worried now. I was here in his bedroom. Sin was all I wanted. Did it really matter how much of me I’d have to give to have him? I realized it didn’t.

  Going through his drawers, I pulled out an oversized shirt. It hung almost to my knees and I looked like a kid playing dress up. I found a comb laying on his dresser and worked it through my wet hair. Taking a deep breath I decided that whatever he wanted from me, I was willing to give it.

  He came out looking more beautiful than sin with a towel hugging his six-pack abs. His thick blond hair fell across his massive shoulders in damp strands. I wanted to rip off his towel and play again.

  He growled at me. Honest to goodness growled. I forced my gaze away from his abs and met his eyes. The heat there made my sex clench. “To the fucking kitchen little lily, we have to talk.”

  Sin sounded angry, and I was embarrassed to be caught gawking at him. Lowering my head I walked out of the room. I was shocked when his hand snaked around my waist and pulled me against him.

  “I’m not mad baby. I want to fuck you so hard my balls are twitching, but we need to talk first. Okay?”

  He wanted me. My confidence raised a million points and I strutted to the kitchen. His soft chuckle almost made me falter, almost. Sin had outdone himself again.

  The table was set for four people with all the food. “I’m normally starved after a night of binge drinking.” He winked at me and I blushed deep.

  “I’m sorry I got stupid at the club.” I knew Sin had rules there and I didn’t mind apologizing for doing the wrong thing.

  “I think we already took care of that issue.” My backside still had a little sting to it, so I remembered.