by Leah Brooke
She took her time washing his chest and arms, glancing up at him. “Thank you for letting me do this. I love touching you.”
Taking one of her hands in his, Sin bent to touch his lips to hers. “And I like having your hands on me.”
He lowered her hand to his cock. “Keep going, Veronica.”
Stunned to realize that the thickness of his cock kept her fingertips from touching, Veronica reached down with her other hand, looking up into Sin’s eyes as she began to stroke him.
Bracing a hand on the shower wall, he stared down at her, his eyes dark and hooded. “Enjoying yourself?”
“Immensely. I like giving you pleasure.” Unsettled by his searching look, Veronica lowered her gaze, able to see his cock clearly for the first time.
Stunned that it grew even larger in her hands, she gulped, sneaking a glance at him again.
“Are you really planning to take my uh…?”
Her face burned again, and she couldn’t believe that, even though she had her hands full of his cock, she still felt incredibly shy with him.
“Ass?” Lifting her chin, Sin smiled. “A couple of hours ago you were begging me to. Don’t worry, baby, you won’t have to take all of it.”
Shaking her head, she moved her hands faster, breathlessly exploring his cock and paying special attention to the underside right below the head.
He seemed to like her attention there, and she wanted so desperately to please him.
His groans and the feel of his cock jumping and hardening even more in her hand gave her a feeling of feminine power so intense it made her head spin.
The steam all around them gave everything a surreal look, the entire situation feeling like a dream she didn’t want to end.
Stroking his cock with both hands, she lifted her gaze again, her breath catching at the sight of Sin, his eyes closed, his head tilted back slightly, and water streaming down his body
He groaned harshly, his cock pulsing in her hands.
Fascinated, she could only stare at him and slowed her strokes in an effort to draw out his pleasure.
“You’re amazing.”
His lips twitched in a small smile, but it was the sharpening of his gaze that held her attention.
“I’m glad you think so. Now finish washing me. I still have to dress you for dinner.”
The shower sprayed over her back, but Sin’s body blocked the other, making it possible for her to look up at him.
With his hands braced on the shower walls on either side of him, his muscles clenched and his hair streaming to his shoulders, he looked like a Greek god.
She’d never seen anything as beautiful or sexy in her life.
She took her time, savoring the chance to touch him so freely, but far too soon, he groaned and straightened.
“Very nice, little sub.” Sliding his hands to her upper arms, he held her slightly away from him. “Now stand there and behave yourself while I finish showering.”
“I thought I was supposed to wash you.”
“Another time. Your hands feel too good.”
Leaning back against the shower wall, Veronica grinned.
“Good. Since I can’t help, I’m just going to stand back and watch the show.”
Sin’s eyes narrowed, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from the sight of his soapy hands moving over his sleek muscles.
Every sinewy muscle shifted as he moved, the soap washing away under the spray to reveal a body that should be on the covers of men’s magazines.
She watched the trail of soap, her mouth going dry as she followed it with her eyes, her fingers itching to touch him again.
And at least for the rest of the week, he was all hers.
And she was all his.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Jolting when he reached around her to shut the water off, she sucked in a breath at the sharp sensations when his arm came around her.
“Immensely.”
He opened the door and grabbed a towel, running it briefly over his hair before securing it around his waist.
Taking her hand in his, he led her from the shower and reached for another towel, drying her thoroughly from head to toe, his gaze lifting repeatedly to hers as if watching for her reaction.
Kneeling in front of her, he bent forward.
“If you were mine, I’d keep you this way.”
Gripping his shoulder, Veronica moaned, letting her head fall back at the feel of his warm lips against her mound.
She wanted to be his, even after they left the island, but she didn’t want to say anything and possibly ruin the time they had left.
Instead, she smiled.
“It’s so sensitive there. It makes me feel even more naked. I love it.”
Rising to his feet, Sin chuckled and bent to touch his lips to hers.
“And so soft. So pretty.” He reached for one of the creams that he’d obviously purchased earlier. “Hands at your sides.”
Reluctantly dropping her hands from his shoulders, Veronica watched his face as he massaged cream onto her breasts.
Not saying a word, he massaged cream all over her, seemingly fascinated with every inch of her.
It was as if he wanted to make sure he touched her everywhere, and every time he moved to a new spot, he kept glancing at her as if judging her reaction.
By the time he’d finished, she tingled all over, the awareness that he knew every inch of her body and his knowing smile once again making her feel incredibly shy around him.
After massaging the scented cream into every inch of her skin, Sin pulled her hair back into a ponytail with an expertise that made her jealous of every woman he’d ever touched, and led her to the bedroom.
Lifting her to sit on the edge of the bed, Sin pushed her thighs wide. “Stay just like that while I get dressed and pick out your clothes.”
Veronica gasped when he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her swollen clit. “Sin!”
Lifting his head, he raised a brow. “It’s mine.” Standing between her splayed thighs, he pressed a hand to her chest, forcing her to her back before running his hand down her body.
“All of this is mine, isn’t it, Veronica?”
“God yes!” Ripples of pleasure raced through her, her heart racing when he lifted one leg and then the other, securing her ankles with the leather straps to two of the bedposts.
Spread wide, she sucked in a breath when he stood between her legs, crying out when he stroked her clit.
Smiling faintly at her cry, Sin stroked her clit again.
“You’re in trouble tonight, Veronica. You came without permission.”
Fisting her hands to keep from covering her throbbing clit, Veronica bit back a whimper. “I thought you were just going to spank me or something.”
“You thought wrong.”
Turning way, he went to his closet, dressing in a pair of black trousers and a black button-down shirt. “You came without permission, so you’re going to spend the rest of the night aroused. If you’re a good girl, I may let you come later. We’ll see.”
Lifting to her elbows, she watched him finish buttoning his shirt and go to her closet, the throbbing at her clit making it impossible to lie still.
Her pussy clenched, her inner thighs already soaked.
“You’re not really going to make me go all night like this, are you?”
Sin turned with a hanger dripping with dark purple material that glittered when he moved.
“You seem to forget, sub, that I can do whatever I want to you.” He tossed the material onto the bed, slipping something into his mouth before he bent to kneel between her legs.
With a moan, Veronica stiffened, fighting her bonds.
“What are you—oh God!”
Stiffening when his lips closed over her clit, Veronica gripped the covers, squeezing her eyes closed and biting her lip to hold back her cries.
His hot tongue slid over the throbbing bundle of nerves, the feel of it like sizzling sparks shooting f
rom her clit outward.
When he lifted his head, she still felt something on her clit, the sensation so intense she almost came.
To make matters even more alarming, Sin reached down and did something that tightened whatever he’d put there before standing up, looking down to admire his handiwork.
“What’s that? What did you do?” She struggled to sit up, but the leather straps holding her legs splayed had her falling back instead.
Sin slapped her inner thigh just hard enough to sting.
“Be still. It’s a clit clip. It’ll keep the hood pushed back and your clit exposed.” With a dark look, he unfasted both straps. “It stays on until I take it off.”
Taking her hands in his, he lifted her to her feet, steadying her when she swayed.
“I like seeing you decorated with things that I bought for you, so you’ll just have to get used to it.”
Flattening her hands on his chest, Veronica leaned into him, lifting her face to his. Seeing the anticipation and possessive glint in his eyes, Veronica smiled.
“Is that your way of branding me?”
Sin ran his hands over her shoulders and down her back, pulling her closer.
“I like adorning you with the jewelry I’ve chosen for you to wear.”
He gripped her hips, holding her at arm’s length. “It’s going to give you a great deal of pleasure as well.”
Veronica shivered, her body immediately warming again under his gaze.
“That thing that you put on me is driving me crazy. Please, Sin—er, Sir—don’t leave me this way. I’ll do anything.”
“You’ll do whatever I tell you to do anyway.” Sin grinned and lifted his hand. “You have nipple clips to match.”
Veronica gulped, reaching up to send the purple butterflies attached to the gold chains swaying.
“They’re beautiful.”
“They’re going to look even more beautiful attached to your nipples.”
Clenching her hands at her sides, Veronica watched him slip the gold loop over her nipple, sucking in a breath when he tightened the loop to fit snugly.
“Sin!” A sharp look from him had her gulping. “I’m sorry. I mean Sir.”
“Good girl.” Sin tugged at the chain. “Very nice. I want to make sure they stay in place.”
Her clit seemed to swell even more, making the clip attached to it feel even tighter.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Sin attached the other clip, his experimental tug sending another stab of heat straight to her slit. “Of course.”
Fisting her hands on his chest, she struggled to breathe. “I thought that the nipple clips were supposed to hurt.”
Lifting her chin, Sin raised a brow. “Is there a question somewhere in there?”
Veronica shrugged, her face burning under his sharp gaze. “I just wondered why mine don’t hurt.”
“Because you’re going to be wearing them most of the time. I want to decorate you, not cause pain.” He reached for her skirt, wrapping it around her waist and attaching it at her hip.
Standing back, he smiled. “You look beautiful, Veronica. I’ll be the envy of every man who sees you.”
Admiring the glittering material, Veronica moved from side to side, lost in sensation at the way her nipples and clit felt at the slight tug, and the way the soft fabric felt against her skin.
“I feel incredible.”
Closing his hands on her waist, Sin pulled her closer. “You sure do.”
He brushed his lips over hers before reaching around her for the strip of material that served as her top. After securing it with the clasp between her breasts, Sin went back to the closet to retrieve her shoes.
Veronica grinned and held on to him as he slipped them on her feet, loving the silky feel of the material against her breasts and legs each time she moved.
“Everything is so comfortable. I don’t know how I’m going to go back to wearing high heels every day after this.”
With a small smile, Sin led her to the mirror, sliding a hand beneath her skirt to caress her bottom.
Holding her gaze in the mirror, he smiled, eyeing her with a possessiveness that made her heart race.
“I plan to spoil you so much this week that you’ll never want to go back.” Moving to stand directly behind her, he lifted her arms to circle his neck. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”
Veronica managed to tear her gaze from his, gasping when she saw her reflection in the mirror. “My top’s see-through!”
“Yes. It is. Your breasts are beautiful, and if I remember correctly, you fantasized about being exposed. It’ll be dark in the restaurant, so you’ll only be seen by me.”
* * * *
Veronica sat in the restaurant, fidgeting restlessly in her seat, the clips keeping the awareness in her nipples and clit sharp and constant.
The fact that her breasts could be seen through the material of her top only added to her arousal.
Looking up from his menu, Sin sent her a sharp look. “Sit still, Veronica, or you’ll only make it worse.”
Veronica glared at him, keeping her voice at a furious whisper. “How am I supposed to sit still? I’m so damned aroused that it’s driving me crazy!”
“Punishment comes in many forms, Veronica. I told you already that I’m not into pain.”
Resting an arm on the table, he ran the backs of his fingers over her nipple as he perused the menu.
“Do you like lobster, baby?”
Her surroundings faded away, and with a shuddering breath, she turned to him and lifted her face for his kiss.
“Um. Yes. Whatever.”
She didn’t care about food. She only cared about getting closer to Sin.
When the waiter appeared, Sin set the menu aside, still caressing her nipple as he ordered.
Sneaking glances at the waiter, she realized that he didn’t appear to think anything was out of the ordinary, and when she looked around, she could see that other Dominants touched their submissives while they ate and a few of the women wore clothing as revealing as her own.
When the waiter left, Veronica leaned closer to Sin. “Are there any rules about what you can do in here?”
Sin glanced around, chuckling softly. “Dominants can touch their submissives at all times, but in public, it has to be tasteful.”
Leaning close, he undid the clasp between her breasts, letting the material fall.
“For example, I can expose your beautiful breasts, but bending you over the table and taking you is crossing the line.”
Veronica fought the urge to cover herself. “Are you going to make me stay this way?”
Shaking his head, Sin secured her top in place again.
“Not tonight. It’s enough that your top is transparent. I like showing you off, and you like being on display as well. It’s only our first day here. We’ve got time.”
Veronica had a feeling that she’d never have enough time with Sin.
Lifting her gaze to his again, she leaned close.
“I want to make every minute count.”
Something flashed in Sin’s eyes, something that made her heart lurch.
“We will, baby. We will.”
He fed her dinner, playfully coating her lips with butter while feeding succulent lobster to her, occasionally bending to lick the butter from her lips himself.
Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back, parting her lips in invitation.
His chuckle had her eyes popping open again.
“You’re so adorable.”
“I’m not adorable. I’m horny. How can I be aroused all the time?”
Sin held the glass of wine they shared to her lips.
“Because you’re a very passionate woman. You’ve kept those passions hidden far too long.”
Moaning at the feel of his fingers moving over her nipple, Veronica leaned closer and swallowed the delicious wine.
“Not hidden. Suppressed. It’s hard to tell a man what you want. How can I tel
l a man that I want him to do naughty things to me without sounding like a pervert?”
Sitting back, Sin stabbed another bite of lobster for himself. “I know exactly what you mean. I have the same problem.”
He lifted the fork to her lips, smiling while gently smearing the butter-coated lobster over her bottom lip. “But we tell each other, don’t we?”
Touching her tongue to the bite of lobster, she gripped his arm, needing the contact.
“Yes, but it’s different with you. You not only understand me but encourage me.”
Because of Sin, she knew what she wanted—what she needed—and had the courage to experiment.
Leaning into him, she fisted her hand in front of his shirt, pulling him closer. “You’re not holding back, are you?”
Frowning, Sin slid the lobster into her mouth. “What do you mean?”
Veronica hurriedly chewed. “I mean, if you want something that we haven’t explored yet, I hope you’ll tell me, or just do it. Please don’t hold back because you think I won’t like it. No matter what. Please?”
* * * *
Sin sighed and sat back, stunned that the possessiveness he felt toward her had grown even more. “I will. We have a lot of exploring to do while we’re here.”
“You’re punishing me for coming without permission.” Her blush delighted him. “I feel like I’ve ruined our first night here. I’m sorry for that.”
Incredibly touched that she cared so much about disappointing him, Sin pulled her closer, lifted her face to his, and looked into her eyes.
“You’ve ruined nothing, Veronica. The purpose of this vacation is to relax and learn each other while we explore fantasies. You’re naturally submissive, no artifice, no pretending. You’re such a delight to me.”
He’d never meant anything more.
“I am? You think I’m naturally submissive?”
Seeing that it upset her, Sin gripped her chin and touched his lips to hers.
“I think you’re incredible. You’re a strong woman who has the courage to be truly feminine. From the first time I spotted you in the audience, I wanted you, and my hunger for you just keeps growing.”
Gripping his arm, she lifted her face to his again, inviting his kiss. “I want to please you. I want to make you forget about every other woman you’ve ever known.”
