Sin's Magic [Rapture Island 3] (Siren Publishing: The Leah Brooke Collection)
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Lifting his gaze to hers again, he lifted a brow. “Are you ready, Veronica?”
Lifting her chin, she gave him a shy smile. “Yes.”
Sin narrowed his eyes, purposely waiting until her smile fell and she began to look nervous, a sign that she’d begun to read him.
“Are you going to try to deny that you masturbated last night?”
Veronica blinked, wrapping her arms around herself. “How did you know that?”
Allowing a small smile, Sin removed his suit coat and sat back into a more comfortable position.
“Because you’re a very passionate woman who has delicious unfulfilled fantasies. I’m sure masturbating is fairly common with you.”
Pleased by her blush, Sin chuckled. “I know you, Veronica. I have the same unfulfilled fantasies. I’ll allow you to come tonight, but only because you won’t be permitted to pleasure yourself anymore. Put your hands back at your sides.”
Veronica obeyed him without hesitation, a good sign that she’d begun to trust him.
“How will you know if I do?”
“I’ll know.” Sin kept his tone cool, unable to help noticing that it both aroused her and sharpened her attention. “After all, if tonight goes as planned, you’ll give the rest of yourself to me. Only I can give you permission to pleasure yourself. Ready, honey?”
* * * *
A shiver went through her, her arousal sharpening.
Just one look from his brilliant green eyes made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world, the promise of pleasure glittering in them irresistible.
Smiling, she let her gaze drink him in, noticing that his cock pressed against his dark trousers.
“I’m ready.”
“Good.” He wagged his fingers. “Unzip the skirt and let it fall.”
Sucking in a breath, Veronica did as he demanded, a rush of moisture escaping when the cool air brushed over her ass.
Wearing only the low-cut top, thigh-high garters, and heels, Veronica revealed her most private parts to him.
Keeping his gaze on her, Sin picked up her skirt and tossed it aside.
“Turn.”
Intensely aware of the way her top and garters emphasized her naked ass and mound, Veronica turned slowly.
When she’d made a full turn, she stopped in front of him again, expecting to find him smiling.
Instead, he rose to his feet, his hooded gaze raking over her as he slowly circled her.
Pausing in front of her, he slid his hand into her hair, tilting her head back and bending until she felt his warm breath on her lips.
Staring into her eyes, he ran his fingertips over her shoulder.
“I want your surrender, Veronica. I want you to be mine.”
A moan escaped when his fingertips slid over the outer curve of her breast, following by a soft cry of indescribable pleasure when his fingertips slid lower to her nipple.
His eyes narrowed as he tugged lightly at the chain. “Mine.”
His fingers slid lower, caressing her stomach, her abdomen, and then lower.
Gripping his shoulders, she struggled to breathe.
Flames of need licked at her everywhere he touched, her legs nearly buckling when his fingertips moved over her mound.
“Is this mine, Veronica?”
“Yes!” Pressing her thighs together against the ache, she laid her head on his shoulder.
“Open your legs.”
Although his voice remained silky, the demand in it had her reacting at once.
Clutching him, she slid her feet several inches apart, her pussy clenching in anticipation. Closing her eyes, she waited for his touch, conscious of the fact that her inner thighs had become coated with her juices.
Her pussy clenched again and again, the need to feel him thrust his finger into her making her shake even harder.
The anticipation was killing her, and with a groan, she opened her eyes, her breath catching at Sin’s beautiful smile.
His finger traced over her folds. “Are you giving yourself to me completely, Veronica?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes!”
Sin’s firm finger teased her wet opening. “I’ve never had a toy of my own before—one that I didn’t have for just a few hours and had to give back. Nor have I ever had one that I could take places and show off and still play with whenever I want. However I want.”
Veronica smiled, thrilled at the need and possessiveness in his tone.
“Yes. I’m yours. All of me. Oh God! Sin, my knees don’t work.”
Chuckling, he lifted her against him and sat on the sofa, positioning her so that she knelt facing him, her knees held wide on either side of him.
Circling her opening, he smiled and slid his finger deeper. “Now, be still, Veronica. I intend to explore, and I don’t want any interference from you.”
Veronica’s toes curled inside her shoes when his finger glanced over her clit, and with a moan, she nodded. “Good.” He slid a finger into her and stroked her inner walls, his other hand cupping her bottom, pulling her a little closer. “Nice and wet. Soft. Clamp down on my finger. You do not have my permission to come.”
Veronica obeyed him, stunned when he focused on an extremely sensitive spot inside her that she hadn’t even been aware of.
“Oh God. Sin. Oh God.” Another rush of moisture coated his fingers, enabling him to glide his finger in and out of her with ease.
Her body tightened, the fear of coming without his permission alarming her. “Sin. Please. Oh God!”
She wanted to move.
She needed him to push his finger deeper.
She needed more.
Sucking in a breath when Sin slid his finger free, Veronica struggled for composure, her gaze meeting his as she waited to see what he would do next.
“Very nice. How about your clit? Does that belong to me, too?”
Fisting her hands at her sides, Veronica shuddered, fighting against the throbbing in her clit. “Yes! Damn it, Sin. Touch me.”
“Oh!” The slap on her inner thigh startled her, the stinging heat going straight to her clit.
“Be still.” Sin’s tone had become even colder, his eyes narrowing in warning.
Veronica took a steadying breath and then another, rocking as Sin touched a fingertip to her sensitized clit.
A sharp cry erupted before she could even think of holding it back, her body jolting against the too-intense sensation.
Sin smiled, his voice low and soothing but strained. “Steady. It’s just a little exploring. Remember, you do not have my permission to come. Your orgasm belongs to me just as much as the rest of you does.”
Veronica hadn’t counted on that.
Panicked when the need kept climbing, and afraid of disappointing Sin, she writhed restlessly and gripped his shoulders.
“I need to come.”
Sin continued his manipulation. “You’re a greedy little sub. Do you think your orgasm is as important as my right to explore my property?”
The desire darkening his eyes told her that he enjoyed their play as much as she did.
“When you put it that way, you make me sound selfish.” Her voice shook as much as the rest of her did, but she was determined to be what he needed.
Smiling, she cupped his cheek, willing to do anything to please him and make him want her as much as she wanted him. “Is there something I can do for you?”
Sin’s eyes flared. “Yes. Be still.”
His finger left her clit to brush over the curls covering her mound.
“When we get to the island, I’m going to have you waxed. Have you ever been waxed before?”
Just the thought of it sent another rush of heat through her. “No. Why do you want to have me waxed?”
Sin played with her curls with one hand while stroking her clit with a fingertip. “I want you smooth and visible to me at all times. I want to be able to see your folds. Your clit. I want nothing in my way. When I attach something to you, I want to be able to see it.”
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br /> Fighting not to move against his finger had to be one of the hardest things Veronica had ever done. “You’re planning to attach things to me?”
“Of course. I told you that I plan to decorate you.” His eyes narrowed. “I’ll also insert things into you. You know that, Veronica. You’ve read the contract.”
Veronica tried not to think about the burning in her clit, or the sensitivity of her nipples, and struggled to focus on their conversation.
“Yes. Do you want me to get waxed before we leave?”
“No.” He tugged a curl, slowing his caress to her clit, dragging his fingertip over it with slow precision. “This belongs to me, and I reserve the right to have it done. There’s a salon on the island. They’re experts and will do exactly what I want.”
Nodding, Veronica sucked in another breath, the tingling racing through her growing sharper. “Okay. Whatever you want.”
Biting her lip, she squeezed her eyes closed, alarmed at the realization that she was going to come at any moment.
“Sin. Oh God!”
“I know. We’re going to have to work on your stamina, aren’t we? You’re going to have to learn to hold back your orgasm and enjoy the anticipation instead of rushing toward release.”
Embarrassed at her inexperience, Veronica nodded, her face burning. “I’ll do better.”
“I know you will. Don’t worry. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m enjoying your passionate nature.” His hands slid to her hips.
“There’s something else I want to explore before I let you come.” His eyes narrowed, gleaming with fire. “It’s better to do it now, while you’re aroused. It’ll help ease some of your fears.”
Veronica held her breath when he wrapped one arm around her, holding her tightly against him while the fingers of his other hand delved between her folds.
Bending forward, he slid a hand to her nape, leaning her back while he stroked her inner walls.
“You’re soaking wet, baby.”
Clenching on his finger, Veronica tried to rock but found she couldn’t move much at all.
Moaning in frustration when he withdrew, she struggled harder, stilling at the feel of his wet finger sliding to circle her puckered opening.
“Oh God!”
Sin smiled and nuzzled her jaw.
“Easy, Veronica.” He took her mouth with his, sliding his tongue against hers just as he slipped a finger into her bottom.
Instinctively tightening against him, she realized that her position didn’t allow her to restrict his invasion at all.
He seemed to sense her panic because he lifted his head and smiled down at her, a combination of tenderness and hunger that immediately eased some of her fears.
“You’re fine, Veronica. Look at me.”
Despite the soft demand in his tone, she had trouble obeying him, finding it hard to look in his eyes while his finger was inside her ass.
“Veronica.”
Veronica stiffened, the underlying steel in his velvet tone not to be denied.
Her face burning, she looked up at him through her lashes, gasping when he moved his finger.
“Does this belong to me, too?”
“Yes. God, yes!” The shallow slide of his finger went slightly deeper, the fingers of his other hand coming around to stroke her clit.
The unfamiliar feel of his finger in her bottom became even sharper when Sin began stroking her clit again, the bundle of nerves burning.
Hunger became a living, breathing thing, the sensations in her clit and ass combining into something so intense that she could only cry out and cling to Sin as she went over.
Never in her life had she even imagined such pleasure, the loops on her throbbing nipples adding to it.
At that moment, she realized that she belonged to him in ways that she could never have belonged to another man.
The sensation of his finger circling her sensitive flesh became so intense that it brought tears to her eyes.
“All mine.”
“Yes.”
To her horror, it came out as a sob.
Sin withdrew his fingers, wrapping his arms around her with a soft groan.
“You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.”
Her breath came out in sharp gasps, the very real act of submitting far more potent than any fantasy.
Shaking everywhere and horrified by the tears flowing, she buried her face against his neck as he ran his hands up and down her back and rocked her.
“You’re so damned passionate.” Lifting his head, he settled her back, the unmistakable feel of his cock pressing against her slit.
Looking into her eyes, he smiled warmly and removed her top, tossing it aside before loosening the loops attached to her nipples and removing them.
“Do you feel better now?”
Blushing furiously, she tried to duck her head, but Sin didn’t allow it.
“Yes.”
Sin smiled. “Good.”
Running a hand over her hair, he sighed. “Unfortunately, I have to go out of town tomorrow.”
“You’re going away?” She stiffened at the chill that went through her.
“Yes, and you’re not to pleasure yourself without my permission while I’m gone. I’m going to leave the contract with you to look over again at your leisure. I’ll call you tomorrow night. If you have any questions or would like to discuss any changes, we’ll talk about it then.”
Lifting her chin again, Sin studied her features.
“It’s probably a good thing that I’m leaving. It’ll give you some time to think. If you go away with me, this body—every inch of it—belongs to me. Everything I can do to you is clearly outlined in the contract. I will dress and undress you. You won’t be permitted to do it by yourself. You will wear what I tell you to wear. You will obey me without question twenty-four-seven. Are we clear?”
Veronica squirmed on his lap. “Yes.” Looking up at him through her lashes, she blushed. “Sir.”
His cock jumped at her slit, and to her surprise, he lifted her chin, staring down at her with a strange look in his eyes.
He blinked, and it was gone, but his eyes remained sharp.
“What upset you today?”
Shocked that not only had he remembered she’d all but forgotten about it, she blinked, scrambling to figure out what to tell him.
Sin’s eyes narrowed and turned to green ice.
“And don’t try to lie to me. Answer me. Now, Veronica.”
He lifted her chin, simultaneously sliding a hand over her ass in warning, Sin clenched his jaw.
“I think it’s time for you to come to grips with the fact that being mine is about more than sex. Now, answer me.”
Shocked at the sharp slap on her ass, Veronica gasped.
“Oh!” She tried to reach back to rub the sting, only to have her hands caught in his.
Another sharp slap to her unprotected ass had her rushing to answer him.
“It’s no big deal. There’s a man at work who wants me and won’t take no for an answer. He accosted me at work—”
His eyes narrowed dangerously, his entire body stiffening. “Accosted how?”
Chilled at his tone, she wrapped her arms around herself.
“Maybe accosted is too strong a word. He grabbed me and pulled me against him. He has some misguided notion that I belong to him.”
“Does he? Why would he think that?”
Not trusting the look in his eyes, Veronica tried to scramble from his lap. “Because he’s delusional.”
Sin studied her features for several long seconds, his eyes unreadable.
Uncomfortable under his chilly stare, Veronica let him see her anger.
“Even worse, my boss came in and Robert tried to convince him that I was the one pursuing him! Mr. Henderson didn’t believe him because evidently Robert’s caused trouble before. He keeps getting transferred. Mr. Henderson told him that if he caused any more trouble, he would fire him.”
* * * *
He’d have to pay the other man a visit.
“Is there anything else you need to tell me? Any other secrets?” He glanced up at her as he undid the buckles on her shoes, sliding the heels off her feet and tossing them aside.
“No.”
Sin stiffened and slapped her ass again. “Try again.”
Veronica shrugged. “I’m thinking about going to human resources to report him.”
“Good.” Sin nodded once and rose, lifting her to her feet. He had the feeling that there was more, but accepted her word. For now.
“Even though I’m going out of town, I expect you to remember that you belong to me now. I’ll call you each night at seven.”
“Okay. Sin?”
Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, his chest swelling with satisfaction at the way she readily cuddled against him.
He kissed her hair, loving the silkiness against his lips. “Yes?
Lifting her head, she cupped his jaw. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
Bending to touch his lips to hers, he smiled. “What you’re feeling now is just the tip of the iceberg. We’ve only just begun.”
Chapter Nine
Robert didn’t come to work at all the next day, leaving her wondering if Sin had anything to do with her co-worker’s absence.
She missed Sin already and had found herself daydreaming several times during the day, reliving memories of the night before.
For the first time in weeks, she drove home from work without being followed.
The low-level arousal grew each time she looked at the clock, the minutes ticking away with incredible slowness.
She still had fifteen minutes to go, and the wait was torture.
Keeping the phone he’d given to her with her, she paced through her house, her steps leading her to her closet.
Grimacing at the racks of conservative clothing, she tried to find something in her closet that she could take to the island.
She didn’t even have sexy lingerie.
Disgusted, she left the bedroom.