KNEEL (Sins of Seven Book 1)

by Dani René

  “You don’t have to think. I’ll be your Dominant, I’ll give you everything you need. You’ll only have to worry about pleasing me.”

  My gaze snaps open then, I’m about to respond but he presses his thumb down on my clit, sending me spiraling and shaking above him.

  “Do you like drenching your Sir’s cock, sweet slut?” He smirks. Satisfied that he’s completely obliterated any refusal I had on my tongue.

  “I have one request,” I say when I finally find my words.

  “Name it. It’s yours.”

  I smile and lean forward, brushing my lips over his earlobe. “I want to play again in this room. Soon.”

  “Oh, darling we will,” he tells me before I have time to straighten. Our eyes lock in a moment, something passes between us, but it’s gone in the same moment it appeared. “And please remember one thing, Eva, I’ll always call you sweet slut in our scenes, because you’re mine. If ever someone calls you that, I’ll kill them. You’re mine. Okay?”

  “Yes, Sir Nate,” I smile, planting a soft kiss on his full lips.

  “Now, my sweet girl, sleep some more. You’re exhausted. There’s still a few hours before sun up. We’ll sign the contract later tonight, and we’ll play again.” When I move off him, I can’t help blushing at the wetness I’ve left on his crotch. His eyes follow mine. When they lift to pin me again, he smirks sinfully. “Let’s test your willingness to obey,” he says. “Clean my dick.”

  Without a second thought, I’m on my knees, lapping at his softened shaft, tasting myself on him. He didn’t come with me and I wonder if he’s saving himself for later. His eyes burn into me, boring down on me in a way that’s not demeaning, but as if he’s worshipping me with a mere glance.

  I rise, shifting off him once I’ve licked the wetness from him, and he smiles. “Good girl,” he says with reverence as he shuffles lower on the bed; our faces are inches apart. “You’re utterly perfect,” he murmurs, his hand cupping my cheek as his tongue swipes across my plump lower lip. Once he’s licked my arousal from my mouth, he rolls over, pulling me closer and kissing me deeply. His tongue delves into my mouth, hot, demanding, needing to be in control.

  Our tongues dance erotically, tasting the other, reveling in the desire that pours from his mouth and into mine. Connected. Joined in an intimate way. I’ve always believed kissing is more intimate than sex. Fucking can be done without emotion, whereas there’s no lie in a kiss. You can’t join your lips to another’s without feeling something.

  My heart hammers in my chest, beating erratically and telling me to run. Warning me that this is a mistake and I need to be careful. But I won’t. I know that as I straddle him once more, and he sinks deeply into my core, I’m fucked.

  A gentle sound wakes me from the first dreamless sleep I’ve had in a long while. When my eyes crack open, I find the soft light of dawn shining down on me from the large windows of Nathan’s playroom. The place he calls a dungeon, but after last night, I call it heaven. When I glance behind me, I find the bed empty.

  Pushing off the bed, I pad over to the windows, taking in the beauty of the city in the orange glow of a new day. Sadness settles itself in my heart. I’m not sure if he meant what he said last night about me being his, I can only hope he did.

  “You’re awake,” his voice comes from behind me, causing me to pivot on my heel. Carrying a tray of food, coffee, and fruit, he enters the room dressed in only a pair of boxers. He’s so handsome, it hurts to look at him. His body is toned perfection. Golden skin shimmers as he saunters closer. His chest is smooth, free of any hair. Abs that call to me taunt as my gaze drinks in every inch of him. He’s slim, yet built with a rigidness of a man that clearly works out a lot.

  “I am.” I watch as he sets the tray down on a small table, then makes his way to me. Big, strong hands grip my hips, tugging me closer so our bodies are almost one.

  “Good morning, my sweet girl,” he murmurs against my lips, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. I can’t stop my heart from pattering wildly against my ribcage at his words. Once again, he’s the romantic man, the beast safely tucked away in the light of day. In the light of our truths.

  “This… Last night,” I peer up at him, meeting his eyes that are filled with honesty. “Did you mean it? When you—”

  “Eva,” he caresses my name. “I want you. I shouldn’t. I know I should walk away and leave you to find someone who can give you a good life. Someone who won’t hurt you. Because down the line, I’ll hurt you. I don’t want to, but I asked for three weeks and that’s what I’ll take. Then it’s up to you to decide if you want to submit to me long term.” He allows his words to sink into me and the silence around us.

  “What if I hurt you?” I ask, knowing that if my past were to ever catch up to me, it could mean the end of something good for me. For us.

  “You could never hurt me, Eva.”

  “Then let’s try? I want to be with you. Have you ever had a girlfriend?” I question, but he chuckles loudly at that.

  “No. I’ve never spent more than one night with a woman.” When he utters this, I notice the flicker of guilt in his dark eyes, and instinctively, I know he’s hiding something from me. Whether it’s a past relationship, or another woman, something is hidden in his head, and I intend finding out exactly what it is.

  “What makes me so different?” I wonder.

  He stares at me for a long while, as if the answer is in my eyes. The way he looks at me feels as if he’s seeing right through me. Deep into the darkness I hide.

  “You’re mine. That’s what makes you different. My beautiful diamond. You shine, in the dark where I find myself, you’re the only light. Rare and beautiful. Mine.” His words warm me, gripping my heart with fierce emotion, so deep, so goddamn painful that I need more.

  “I want to play again,” I tell him. He steps back, a smirk lifting the corner of his sinful mouth. The same mouth I want between my legs, devouring me like I’m his last meal.

  “I do have breakfast planned, and trust me when I say that I wasn’t planning on it being sweet and romantic.”

  “I didn’t take you for the sweet and romantic type, Nate, but I trust you.” I can’t help giggling, however when I meet his gaze something dances across it so quickly and deceptively I think I’m imagining it. “What?”

  “Nothing, let’s eat,” he responds, tugging me along and gesturing to the bed, where I settle against the black velvet headboard. Once he joins me, all the tension dissipates and we start on our coffees, toast, and softened cream cheese.

  I can’t help flitting my glance over to him as we sit in comfortable silence. Once my coffee is finished, I turn to him, moving the tray onto his lap. “I love cherries,” I say, grabbing one, but before I can pop it into my mouth, he grips my wrist and shakes his head.

  “Those are not ready yet,” he growls. Glancing at the deep red fruit in my hand, I furrow my brow in confusion. They look perfect to me. Juicy, ripe, and ready to be eaten. “I want to you lie back, take those damn panties off and I’ll show you just how I love to devour my cherries.” Each word sends a rush of excitement and desire through me.

  Quickly, I tug off my panties and drop them on the floor. When I lie back, I can’t help meeting Nate’s hungry gaze which roves over my skin. He takes in every inch of me as if he’s committing me to memory so he doesn’t lose himself on my slight curves.

  “Open your legs,” he orders. It’s nothing close to the darkness that consumed him last night, but there’s a no nonsense tone in his voice.

  My thighs splay, baring myself to him. He grabs the small bowl of cherries. Popping one into his mouth, he sucks it until it’s wet with saliva, and then he grips the stem and brings the cherry to my core. The cool red fruit teases my pink wet flesh and I can’t stop moaning. Suddenly, he pushes the little cherry into my pussy, leaving the stem peeking out. “You see, Eva, I’m going to devour you and that sweet cherry dipped in your delicious juices.”

  I can’t help my body
pulsing at the filthy look in his eyes. He leans in as his lips crash onto my wet pussy as he sucks the flesh into his warm mouth. His tongue teases the fruit that’s just inside me.

  My hips lift involuntarily as he eats me like I’ve never been eaten before. His teeth graze my clit, biting down just enough to send a jolt of pained pleasure shooting through me, sizzling my blood with need.

  Then, without much effort, he tugs the stem, pulling the bright red fruit from my body drenched in my arousal, and pops it into his mouth. “Delicious,” he purrs, offering me a cocky wink, before inserting another cherry into me.

  I’m moaning, begging and pleading for an orgasm, but he continues to devour me along with half the bowl of cherries.

  When he finally sits up, his eyes burn into me with one smoldering look. He shoves his briefs off, allowing his thick hard erection to jut out toward me. He nestles himself between my thighs and hovers over me.

  “Do you want me, sweet slut?”

  “Yes, I’ve wanted you since the moment I looked at you,” I offer honestly. It’s raw, it’s scary putting yourself out there for someone you’re still not sure will keep you.

  “Good girl,” he says, and with that, he slides into me, torturously slow. His mouth finds mine, his lips connecting with mine in a kiss that tastes of cherries and me. His tongue delves into my mouth, the same way his cock slides into my pussy. I’m wholly consumed in that moment. I’ve never once been so utterly owned by a man.

  As our bodies move in sync and our connection grows, I know I’m allowing him into the depths of my soul I’ve kept hidden for far too long. It might not be a good idea, but in this moment, I have no choice because Nathan Ashcroft is stealing me. Bit by bit.

  And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

  Nate

  After breakfast, I stopped at her apartment so she could change into something other than a beautiful evening dress. Unlike most women, Eva was up the stairs and changed within twenty minutes. Once she joins me in the car, I pull out onto the road again with a smile on my face at the fact that I have her for three weeks. It’s enough time to see if she’s really the one woman who can withstand my needs. Most women can’t. I don’t blame them. And I know Eva said she doesn’t like to share, so this will be a challenge.

  “Where are we headed?” she asks. Her smile is bright and her blue eyes glisten with happiness that I want to have on her face forever.

  “I was thinking about taking you for lunch, getting the contract from my office, and you’re welcome to spend the afternoon reading it. It’s not long, if you’re comfortable with it, then we can play.”

  “And if I’m not?” she questions, glancing at me with a small frown on her forehead. Her words sit heavy in my chest. I didn’t take into account her refusing. Having her walk away isn’t an option.

  “Then we’ll negotiate,” I answer.

  She doesn’t respond, and I don’t offer more. Instead, I pull into the parking lot of a restaurant not far from the office building that Asher and I rent. Exiting the car, I round the front, opening Eva’s door and offering her my hand which she shyly accepts. Her sweetness and innocence at times makes me want to collar her, but it’s too soon. Far too early to even think about it.

  As we head inside, the hostess who I’ve met months ago in Seven Sins walks up to us. “Nathan,” she breathes, her gaze falling to Eva, then snapping back to me. “I-I’m uhm…”

  “A table, Gabrielle,” I order gruffly, giving her my Dominant voice, which causes her to blush, nod, and then scurry ahead of us. I can feel Eva’s gaze on me, but I don’t look at her. I can’t. She must know that we’ll come across women I’ve been with. But I don’t understand why guilt sits heavily on my mind at that thought.

  Fuck, she’s softening me up. I can’t do sweet and romantic. She’ll have to get over it. I’ll own her, she needs to submit to me. No questions asked.

  At the table, I pull Eva’s chair out for her, making sure she’s comfortable before taking my own seat. Gabrielle sets the menu’s down without a word. She knows not to speak to me unless I’ve spoken to her. Part of my rules.

  “Bring us a bottle of sparkling water and the bread starter.” My order is clipped, my lips pursed and all she can do is nod. As soon as I’m alone with my sweet slut, her gaze penetrates me so harshly, I have to meet it. “What?”

  “She’s your… she was your…” Her words fall to a whisper, tapering off. The hurt is distinct in her tone.

  “She and I played, yes. I used her, and she enjoyed it. Is there anything else you want to know?” I grunt, slapping the menu on the table.

  “I’m not yours yet, Nathan. You do not speak to me like I’m one of your dumb little slaves.” Her voice lifts as the anger spurs her on. I want her bent over on this fucking table taking my whip for answering me in that tone.

  “Let’s get one thing clear, Eva, I’m an asshole. You knew that when you met me. This,” I lift my hand, pointing between us. “Is just an arrangement. I may be sweet at times, but don’t mistake it for weakness, I’ve always been a Dominant and no woman is going to make me soft with a flutter of her lashes.”

  “Oh, I have no doubt that you couldn’t actually feel anything,” she bites back angrily. When she pushes up, rising from the chair, I’m on my feet in seconds. “Don’t.” She bites the word out while pinning me with a heated glare. I watch in awe as she pivots on her heel, making her way to the restrooms.

  If there’s one thing she’s mistaken of, it’s that women do not order me around. Ignoring the glares from the patrons, I follow her through the restaurant and into the ladies’ room.

  “Leave me alone, Nathan,” she says in a tone that’s almost as commanding as the one I use on my toys.

  Ignoring her, I grip her long hair, tugging her back against me. Pulling her into a stall, I slam the door and flip the lock. When I turn to her I see the fear in her eyes, but I also see anger. I press her against the door, wedging her between my body and the flimsy wood. “Do. Not. Ever. Speak to me like that,” I grunt in her ear, hissing as she shudders. “I am your Dominant, and if you don’t obey me I will punish you so badly, you’ll not be able to walk for a week. Are we understood?” She doesn’t respond immediately, but with one roll of my hips, I press my erection between the globes of her ass. “I asked you a fucking question.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl,” I murmur, reaching to her front, I pull the skirt she’s wearing, bunching it around her waist. My fingers find her pussy clad in the soft lace. My fingers taunt her heat, stroking her until she’s clawing at the door. “Now what you’re going to do is go back to the table, sit with me and have lunch. You are the one I’m with right now. Not any other woman. And if you don’t sort this jealousy shit out, I’m going to fucking break you, Eva. I’m going to fuck you so hard, and so deep, your cunt will never be the same.”

  “Nate, please,” she begs as my fingers dip under the material of her panties. She’s drenched.

  “Do you like this, Eva? You like me pressing you against the door? I can do anything I want, can’t I?” My words feather along her neck and my lips suck the soft skin into my mouth. I allow my teeth to graze along the skin, causing her to shudder against me.

  “Yes, I do. I love it rough,” she confesses when my teeth sink into her flesh.

  Biting hard enough, I taste the delicious crimson liquid that dots my tongue. “Do you want me to unleash my beast on you, little one?”

  “I want everything you’ve got,” she gasps. Her words are filled with confidence and I wonder how much she can handle.

  “Then tonight we’ll see just how much you can take, sweet slut. I promise you, after we play tonight, you won’t ever be the same. I’ll break you in so many ways, no other man will come close to giving you the pleasure I can.”

  With that, I pull my fingers from her core and step back. I release her body, allowing her to sag against the door. Her breaths are ragged. When she turns, her glistening eyes mee
t mine, and she smiles. “I can’t wait.” She unlocks the door and makes her way out of the restroom leaving me with a fucking hard on that could cut through steel.

  She’s the perfect cut. A diamond that just needs polishing and tonight I’ll make sure she shines. With a smirk on my face, I head out of the stall to walk past the shocked woman glaring at me. Ignoring her, I pull open the door and saunter back to the table, hoping nobody glances at the bulge in my dark blue jeans.

  When I pull into the parking garage, I turn off the car and glance at Eva. She’s been sitting silently flicking through the contract that we collected at the office. We make our way up to my apartment, once inside, she settles herself on the sofa, pulling her legs under her, and starts reading through the terms and conditions.

  It’s not a lot to go through, but it explains exactly what’s expected of her. She’ll live with me full time, I want her to be able to work or study without worrying about money. I’ll buy her clothes, food, toiletries, and anything else she may need. When we head into my playroom, or the dungeon at the club, she will obey me no matter what I ask of her.

  I’ve included that she’s to wear a collar, even in the three weeks of us testing the waters so to speak. Everyone she comes into contact with will know she’s owned. The collar will be a slim silver necklace with a pendant which will have an engraving on it SS.

  The rest of it is standard lists of limits, both hard and soft. And that’s where I know we’ll argue. She doesn’t like sharing, I do. I need it. Grabbing two tumblers, I pour a double shot of brandy in both, then make my way to her on the sofa.

  “I thought you might need this,” I offer.

  She lifts her gaze, smiles, and then takes the glass. “Thank you,” is all she says before dropping her head and continuing her perusal of the paperwork.

  Deciding to leave her, I head to the terrace and take in the city air. It’s a balmy evening with the moon already high in the sky. The sun is on the horizon, illuminating the air in a golden glow. I’m tense. I can feel the tightening in my shoulders.