Sin's Magic [Rapture Island 3] (Siren Publishing: The Leah Brooke Collection)

by Leah Brooke

  Sin smiled at the slight slurring, an indication that his little submissive had a very low tolerance for alcohol. He touched his lips to hers, taking her mouth in a kiss designed to overwhelm.

  He found himself caught up in it, his cock stirring at her surrender.

  Lifting his head, he took a deep breath and smiled again, filled with satisfaction when her eyes clouded and her breath hitched. Taking her hand in his, he pressed it against his chest, loving the feel of her hand on him.

  “You please me immensely. You’re worrying far too much, Veronica. Why don’t we go to the other room for dancing so you can work off some of that wine?”

  * * * *

  Secure in Sin’s arms, Veronica leaned back, smiling at the play of sparkling light on the ceiling.

  “So pretty. I don’t want to work off my wine. I feel incredible.”

  The dimly lit dance floor gave everything a dreamlike quality, one heightened when she looked in Sin’s eyes.

  Smiling, she leaned into him. “My Master.”

  Smiling faintly, Sin slid his hand under her skirt to caress her ass, a sharp reminder of just how accessible every part of her body was to him.

  “That I am.” He lifted her hand from his chest, kissing her palm before placing it on his shoulder. “I haven’t seen my brand for several hours. I want to see it again.”

  Lifting her other hand to his other shoulder, Veronica moaned at the wave of excitement that went through her, the knowledge that he wanted to bare her again sending another surge of moisture to coat her already slick inner thighs.

  “Of course, Sir. What do you want me to do?”

  He made her feel so proud of her body, and she loved the way he looked at her.

  With a faint smile, Sin lifted the lower edge of her top just enough to expose her nipples, holding the material in place with a hand at her back. “You don’t have to do anything except keep your hands on my shoulders.”

  Leaning back, he circled one nipple and then the other, tugging at the butterflies before covering her again.

  “Very nice. I think I’m going to keep you decorated all the time.”

  Missing his touch, Veronica leaned into him.

  “I love the way you touch me. I love the way you look at me. You make me feel so good.”

  “And I love touching you and looking at you. You’re the most incredibly responsive women I’ve ever known.”

  Leaning against him, she struggled to hide a yawn, the feeling of being both aroused and relaxed slightly disconcerting.

  “You’re so nice to me. I thought Dominants had a mean streak.”

  Chuckling, Sin pulled her close, supporting her as he led her from the dance floor.

  “I’d like to see some of the stuff you’ve been reading. There are Dominants and submissives that are into pain and more extreme practices. There’s no right or wrong as long as it’s consensual. Although I have every intention of punishing you when you disobey me, I have no desire to hurt you. If that’s what you’re looking for in a Dominant, I’m afraid you’re going to be disappointed.”

  The music faded into the background as they made their way out of the dance club, past the restaurant, and to the bank of elevators.

  Leaning against him as they waited for the elevators, Veronica arched back against his upper arm to stare up at him.

  “Nothing about you could ever disappoint me.” Shrugging, she averted her gaze. “To be honest, I was a little worried about it. I’ve heard and read all sorts of things and couldn’t imagine having candle wax poured on me or piercings.”

  Shivering at the thought of it, she leaned into Sin as the elevator arrived.

  He led her into the elevator and pushed the button for their floor before crowding her against the wall. Cupping her jaw, he lifted her face to his, bending until their faces were only inches apart.

  Smiling faintly, he searched her features.

  “Good, because I have no desire to do any of that to you.” Smiling, he touched his lips to hers. “I think you’ve had too much wine, little one. Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had an exciting day.”

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, Veronica slumped against him, her heart in her throat when he gathered her close and lifted her high against his chest.

  “It’s been the most exciting and best day of my life.”

  Sin smiled as he stepped off the elevator. “Let’s see if we can make tomorrow even better.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Veronica woke to the feel of warm air on her naked body and hot hands sliding from her hips to her breasts.

  Already aroused, she smiled and opened her eyes to see Sin’s face hovering over hers.

  Rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he smiled, his eyes dark with need.

  “Good morning, little sub.”

  “Good morning, Sir.”

  Arching into his touch, Veronica stilled when she realized that her wrists had been secured above her head.

  “It looks like you have plans for me.”

  “Always.”

  Bending his head, he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

  Moaning at the pull to her clit, she arched again, wrapping her legs around his hips and lifting hers in invitation.

  To her frustration, Sin didn’t seem to be in any hurry to take her.

  Shifting his attention to her other breast, he glanced up at her with a wicked smile.

  “You’re not in a hurry, are you, Veronica?”

  Her pussy clenched with the need to be filled, the scrape of his teeth over the sensitive underside of her breast making her nipple ache for attention.

  Fisting her hands above her head, Veronica stiffened when his lips moved higher, crying out at the scrape of his teeth over her nipple.

  Writhing against him, she fought her bonds, the slight pain at her nipple sending sharp, jagged heat to her slit—a heat that couldn’t be ignored.

  Realizing she hadn’t been restrained with the bonds at the corners of the bed like before, she glanced up to see the black leather straps that held her wrists had been threaded through a silver loop attached to the headboard.

  Digging her heels into his tight ass, Veronica pulled at her bonds in an effort to reach for him, and although they were longer than the others, she couldn’t bring her wrists past her shoulders.

  “Please! I want you so much.”

  “And I want you.” Sin lifted himself slightly and rolled a condom onto his long, thick cock, his gaze hooded. “Nice and slow.”

  Hooking strong forearms under her knees, Sin lifted them high and wide and, with one quick thrust, seated his cock to the hilt inside her.

  Unable to move, Veronica could do nothing except absorb every sensation, her pussy clenching at the thick fullness inside her.

  Instead of pumping into her as she’d expected, Sin stared down at her and slowly began to move.

  “I like the way this tight pussy clamps down on my cock.”

  Releasing her legs to grip her hips, he slid a thumb to her clit, chuckling softly when she gasped.

  “No, baby. You’re not coming yet. We’re going to make this last.”

  Veronica tried to pump her hips to get him to move faster, but his strong grip prevented it.

  “Please!”

  Sin pushed his cock deep and stopped thrusting, his powerful thighs under her bottom keeping her hips lifted.

  His eyes narrowed as he ran his hand up her belly to her breasts.

  “You fell asleep on me last night.”

  A gasp escaped when his fingers closed over her nipple, her struggle against her bonds exciting her even more.

  Her nipples and clit throbbed, her pussy clenching incessantly on his cock, making her feel even fuller.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  Sin tugged at her nipple before running his hand over her again, loving the feel of her soft, warm skin under his palm.

  “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

  Sliding bot
h hands over her breasts, Sin smiled.

  “You barely stirred when I undressed you and removed your jewelry. I tucked you in and you curled against me, and I slept better than I have in years.”

  Veronica cried out when he tugged at her nipples again, the realization of how defenseless she was with her hands restrained above her head adding to her excitement.

  “Please!”

  To her relief, Sin gripped her hips and began moving again.

  “My little sub’s so impatient.”

  “It’s your fault. Oh!”

  Sin flipped her to her stomach, immediately lifting her to her knees and pounding into her. “Is it?”

  The pressure grew, his thrusts pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

  She could do nothing but cry out, the force of his thrusts stealing her breath and making her cries throaty and ragged

  “Come, Veronica. Come for me.”

  Veronica stiffened, his hard thrusts sending her over in a rush of shimmering heat that made it impossible to breathe at all.

  Seconds later, Sin groaned and stilled, his cock pulsing deep inside her.

  “That’s my girl.”

  Reaching up, he freed her from her restraints, his cock still filling her.

  Shaking, Veronica buried her face in the pillow, gasping for air.

  “I don’t even know myself anymore. What the hell have you done to me?”

  Sin chuckled and withdrew, stretching out beside her. Smiling, he ran his hands over her ass. “Just showing you what a naughty girl’s been hiding inside you.”

  He rolled from the bed, and seconds later, she heard the shower running.

  Veronica gasped when he appeared at her side, wrapped an arm around her waist, and lifted her against him.

  “You’re turning me into a sex addict.”

  Chuckling, Sin carried her into the bathroom and into the shower, setting her on her feet before squeezing a dollop of shower gel into his hand.”

  “That’s your most endearing quality. Let’s get cleaned up. I called room service before I woke you up. They’re going to bring up some coffee and a light breakfast. We’ll be spending the day on the beach.”

  Veronica sighed, loving the feel of his soapy hands moving over her.

  “That sounds wonderful.”

  “I rented a private cabana, and they’ll deliver a picnic lunch to us later.”

  Veronica moaned when his hands slid between her thighs. “Sounds like heaven.”

  Sin smiled and slid a finger into her. “No. My idea of heaven is right here.”

  After showering, Sin dried her and smoothed sunscreen into her skin, leaving her entire body tingling with awareness, every muscle loose.

  He’d pulled her hair into a high ponytail again with an expertise that left her reeling with jealousy.

  “How many times have you fixed another woman’s hair?”

  “Not as many as you would think. I don’t have that kind of relationships, remember?”

  Hoping to seduce him into taking her again, she followed him naked back into the bedroom.

  “Sir?”

  Sin glanced at her over his shoulder as he slipped on a pair of shorts. “Yes?”

  Pleased to see that his cock had hardened again, Veronica moved closer, rubbing her breasts against his arm.

  “I want you again.”

  Smiling, he straightened and cupped her mound, plunging a finger into her.

  “You’re wet again. Poor baby. You’ll just have to wait.” Slipping his finger free, he went to her closet. “Stand right there while I get your clothes.”

  Pouting, she obeyed him. “I don’t want to wait.”

  “Too bad.” He turned to her again, holding two small scraps of red fabric in his hands. “I have a weakness for you in red.”

  Veronica watched breathlessly as he fastened the skirt around her hips, lifting her gaze to his when he straightened to eye her critically.

  She reached down to confirm what she already knew.

  “It barely covers me.”

  “True. You won’t be wearing it long anyway. Hands on my shoulders.”

  Lifting her hands to his shoulders, she pressed at the hard muscle there. “I won’t?”

  “Of course not.” Sin wrapped the matching material around her breasts, closing the clasp with a click.

  Veronica’s breath caught, her heart pounding.

  “You really want me to go out like this?”

  Slipping in a shirt, Sin smiled, reaching out to caress her breast. “Yes. You’ll wear whatever I pick out for you.”

  Buttoning his shirt, he turned at the sound of a knock at the door.

  “That’ll be room service. We’ll eat on the terrace. Stay here until I call you.”

  After they’d eaten the breakfast he’d ordered, Sin slipped a pair of thong sandals onto her feet and picked up a straw bag.

  “Let’s go. Our cabana is waiting.”

  With her hand clasped firmly in Sin’s, they left the room and made their way to the elevator.

  To Veronica’s surprise, a uniformed man waited for them in the lobby.

  “Sir, I’ll show you to your cabana. Your lunch will be delivered as requested at twelve thirty.”

  “Thank you.” Slipping an arm around her waist, Sin guided her across the lobby, past several other guests, and outside to the terrace.

  The warm breeze over her mound and bottom shocked her so much that she stumbled and probably would have fallen if not for Sin’s arm tightening around her.

  “You okay, baby?” Bending, he removed her sandals and his, sticking them in the bag he carried before continuing down the steps.

  “Oh God.” She hurriedly looked around, surprised by the number of people they passed as they made their way down the steps to the beach.

  “I feel naked. Everyone’s looking at me.”

  Chuckling, Sin rubbed her bottom. “Can you blame them? Keep your eyes down, baby.”

  Disconcerted to feel the warm air on her mound and bottom, Veronica began to shake with a combination of nerves and excitement.

  Aware of several eyes following her, Veronica hunched and moved closer to Sin, grateful for his steadying hold as they made their way across the warm sand.

  “You’re not hiding, are you?” Sin lifted her skirt and slapped her bottom, a sharp slap that stung. “Stand up straight and thrust those breasts out, or I’ll strip you right now.”

  Veronica gasped, whipping her head around.

  “You would do that?”

  “In a heartbeat.”

  She didn’t want to admit, even to herself, that the thought of being stripped and forced to walk naked in front of other people excited her.

  What excited her even more was the arrogant look on Sin’s face.

  Unnerved, she straightened, grateful when he took her hand in his.

  Sin smiled faintly and squeezed her hand.

  “Much better. Those breasts and that ass are beautiful. And mine.”

  Smiling in relief, Veronica fought the urge to cover herself when another gust of warm wind blew her skirt up.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome. Ah. Here we are.”

  The uniformed man gestured toward a cabana, one that was only open on one side—the side that faced the beach.

  The other sides had thick material that went about six feet up that would keep them from prying eyes while the other two or three feet above it was made of netting that would allow the warm ocean breeze to blow through.

  Veronica paused, eyeing the large padded chaise inside and a small table that held both towels and a small cooler.

  “This is lovely.”

  “I’m glad you like it. I’ve already reserved it for another day.”

  Veronica stared out, shielding her eyes against the glint of the sun on the water. “I feel like I’m in paradise. I never want to leave here.”

  She never wanted to leave Sin’s side.

  Wrapping his arms around
her from behind, Sin rested his chin on the top of her head.

  “After lunch, we’ll explore the other side of the island where they’re building.”

  Leaning back against him, Veronica gripped his forearms.

  “Are you really thinking about buying a condo here?”

  Veronica forced a cheerfulness into her tone, hoping to hide her jealousy at the thought of Sin coming to the island with another woman.

  Releasing her, Sin turned and made his way into the surprisingly roomy cabana.

  “Yes. The way this place is building up, it’s going to be hard to get a reservation soon. I’d like to have a place of my own and come and go as I please. Come here.”

  Turning away from the ocean, Veronica made her way to his side, forcing a smile.

  “I guess you need vacations.”

  * * * *

  Sin smiled, picturing bringing Veronica back again. “I’m glad to be done with the tours, but I’ll still be travelling.”

  “What will you be doing?”

  “Helping Jordan. He’s got his fingers in more pies than anyone could imagine.”

  Taking her hand in his, he pulled her closer, removing her top with a twist of his fingers before unfastening the clasp at her hip.

  His chest tightened at the desire and trust in her eyes.

  “I want to put more sunscreen on your mound and breasts before you get too much sun.”

  After squirting a generous amount of the thick cream into his palm, he covered her breast, slipping a hand to her back to hold her in place while he massaged the cream on one full, firm breast. “I’ll bet they’ve never been exposed to the sun before.”

  Veronica lifted a hand to his shoulder, her head falling back. “No.”

  Taking in her half-closed eyes and parted lips, Sin continued to massage her breast, his cock hardening even more. “And I don’t want them burned. I have plans for them.”

  Veronica laid her head on his chest in a gesture that tightened the fist around his heart.

  “Yeah?” Lifting her arms, she gripped his shoulders, leaning back to smile at him.

  “Anything you care to share, or would you like to surprise me?”