KNEEL (Sins of Seven Book 1)

by Dani René

  After the first week, I noticed it. I’d become more about her and less about sharing and humiliation. I didn’t want to look at another woman. When we walked into Sins, it was Eva and me. Only us. That’s all that mattered to me. Until my past reared its ugly head with a threat that would shatter her worse than I ever could. The agreement I’d signed came back to bite me in the ass. I sold my soul to the devil and I have no way of getting out of it.

  Addiction, greed, and stupid choices brought me here. I’ve done this to myself. Making sure my future was secure in a career I’d always dreamed of, I realize now that money isn’t all that matters. Allowing myself to feel, to show emotion was something I believed showed weakness. In my mind, love was unheard of. My desires and needs, made me different from an early age. When I first dominated a woman at the tender age of nineteen, I knew my life would never be the same. Degrading a woman, making her feel like less than nothing, was something I’d hungered for. Over time, I got worse, I fucked, I gambled, and I severed any emotional ties in my life.

  Eva took what I gave her. She absorbed me like I was part of her and I believe without a doubt that she is, and will always be the other half of me, the missing piece that somehow fit in my fucked-up life. I sit back in my chair, and remember the second time I used her with another woman.

  “This is going to be fun, Eva. Try for me?” She nods. As we step into the room, I find another beautiful brunette kneeling for me. “I want you naked beside her,” I tell my sweet slut. “Open your legs, Jessie,” I order, the woman on her knees obeys, flashing me her clean shaven pussy. Smooth and tight. “Touch yourself. I want to see your juices drip onto the floor.”

  I glance up for a moment, seeing the flashing lights. I know there’s an audience. Eva settles beside our toy for the night, her gaze trained on me, waiting instruction. I can see the trepidation in her gaze. She wants to please me, but doesn’t want to share me. It doesn’t work like that, sweetheart.

  “Rub your pussy for me, sweet slut,” I command Eva. She moves her hand between her legs, tentatively stroking herself with her eyes never leaving mine. “Jessie, lie back, open your legs and get those ankles close to your ears. Eva is going to eat your cunt.” That’s when she shoots me daggers. Her blue eyes blaze with anger. “Are you embarrassed, slut?”

  “No, Sir,” she all but spits the words. Anger. So pretty on her. She moves to the woman who’s lying on the plush carpet. I palm my dick, watching my beautiful woman lick the cunt of another. Her tongue laps at the wetness now glistening on Jessie’s lips.

  The sight is beautiful. I shove off my slacks, pushing my boxers down along with them. Once I’m naked from the waist down, my shirt still on, hanging open, I reach for Eva, tugging her up.

  “On the bed.” I pull Jessie up, moving her onto the black sheet that covers the mattress with her head hanging over the edge. Her mouth open and waiting for me. “Eat her cunt, sweetheart,” I coo at Eva, watching shame paint her beautiful face. My cock throbs at her discomfort. I’m a vile person needing her like this. Aching for her to hate me, to get hard. There’s no emotion. No affection. I hate myself enough as it is.

  As soon as her mouth goes to work, I slam my hard cock into Jessie’s throat. The harsh sound of her gagging on my length only makes me want to ram in deeper. To see the spit dripping down her pretty face. My hips slam into her, using her mouth the same way I’d use her cunt. I reach for her nipples, twisting and tugging them harshly, almost violently as I gag her on the tip of my cock. Her screams are muffled by me and the vibration sends jolts of pleasure up my shaft.

  “Do you want me to feed her my cum, sweetheart?” Eyes the color of the ocean drench me in their dangerous pull, the ebb and flow dragging me into their depths, drowning me. She glares at me angrily. Good girl, I want to murmur, but I don’t. Pulling my cock from the woman’s mouth, I fist it, watching Eva as she devours her first cunt. Licking and lapping at it like a kitten at a bowl of milk. “On the floor.” In seconds, she’s off the bed and at my feet, hungry for me. As I am for her.

  As soon as her tongue darts out, her eyes trained on me, I shoot ropes of white seed on her face.

  Painting her, marking her, and claiming her.

  Mine.

  The office is silent as I shake my head of the memory. That was one of many nights I spent with her, after we got home that night I fucked her until she couldn’t move. She was limp in my arms, but she curled into me like I already owned her.

  I thought I’d been clever, finished the agreement and moved on. When I got the call, I knew would come my resolve broke. I asked for time. But the benefactor wasn’t going to let it go. She wouldn’t allow it and I had to make a choice. Even though I denied it would happen, my past indiscretions finally caught up to me.

  It’s true what they say, all lies eventually come to light. Anything you hide behind will be seen. I knew soon Eva would learn that I knew who she was as soon as she told me her last name. By the time Marissa called me to give me a choice, it was too late to come clean. Too late to tell Eva everything. The only option I had was to walk away and keep her, and me safe.

  Two long fucking days without her and I’m numb. The realization that I do love her, more than I ever let on, pulls me into the dark, and I don’t know how I’m going to expel her from my heart and mind, or from the depth of my soul. She’s more ingrained in me than I want to admit to myself, or to her. I haven’t had a woman since I walked out of the room leaving her with my release dripping from her pussy. I’m an asshole.

  My phone buzzes on the desk, vibrating along the wooden surface. When I pick it up, I swipe across the screen to answer. “Carrick?”

  “You’ve seriously fucked this up man,” his thick English accent comes through the line in a heavy warning that’s pure anger. I promised him I’d look after her, but all I’ve done was hurt her. He has every right to walk into this office and put a bullet in my head. I wouldn’t fight him if he tried.

  “Tell me something I don’t know. I didn’t have a choice. There wasn’t a future for us,” I respond, knowing he’s not happy with the way I handled things.

  “She is in my apartment. Came to me the day after you left wanting to play a scene. Begged me to in fact. She asked me to take her pain away,” he informs me. His words set my blood to boil as jealousy lashes me with its venomous tongue.

  “Excuse me?” I grit out through clenched teeth. I have no reason to be upset, I let her go. But the thought of his cock anywhere near her only serves to anger me.

  “I didn’t fuck her. However, I did whip her ass that night. I just wanted to let you know she’s been staying with me since then. I can’t let her go home alone.” He sighs. “She’s broken up over this, Nate. You need to sort your shit out.” His warning is clear, I need to somehow find a way to make sure she’s okay.

  “There’s no way I can be with her. I’m not—” My words are halted when I hear a soft voice on the other end of the line. It’s her. Beside him. My grip on my phone is so tight I’m half expecting it to shatter or disintegrate.

  “No, Eva. I’ll be there now. Just go to bed,” he tells her, the words are muffled and it sounds as if he’s got his hand over the speaker. Not well enough, Fucker! “Sorry, I just think you need to sort this out. Talk. Just hear her out. Tell her what’s going on, she’ll understand.”

  “I can’t. There’s no way she’ll understand what I did. What I had to do. If she finds out it will hurt her even more and I can’t see that happen.”

  He chuckles wryly down the line. “So, it’s okay for everyone else to see her hurt? You’re a fucking pussy man. This woman loves you. And if you don’t make her yours, claim her, I promise you, someone else will very fucking soon.” He doesn’t need to tell me that he’s talking about himself. Because I know he wants her.

  “Fuck you, Carrick. If you put your dick anywhere near her, I’ll slice it off with no qualms.” My words are poison, spat out in anger. When Eva told me she and Carrick were an item, it took al
l my restraint not to find him and kill him. I’m not good with jealousy. I’m the asshole that thinks if he can’t have you no one else will. Even though I walked out on her knowing she’d go to him, the reality is far more painful than I thought it would be.

  “If she’s begging for it, I’m not going to deny a beautiful woman,” he says confidently, before hanging up, leaving me raging. Just then, my office door opens and in strolls the source of all this shit.

  “Nathan, nice to see you again.” She’s dressed in a red two-piece business suit, skirt and jacket with a white blouse beneath. Her lips are fire-engine red, and her shoes match the outfit. Her long dark hair is pinned in a tight bun, making her face look severe. Botox, plastic surgery, everything about her is fake and in my desperation, I didn’t see it. Her eyes are a dark blue, but they shoot fire when she lays them on me. A viper. A poisonous snake. When I agreed to her contract, I sold my soul to the devil, and right now, she’s standing in my office.

  “What do you want? I’ve done what you asked me. It’s over between Eva and I,” I inform her in frustration. She slinks into the chair opposite my desk and watches me with a satisfied smirk. A woman of power. The only person who can force me to walk away from the woman I love.

  “I’ve come to see how you’re handling not being around the little slut.” The snake before me spits her venom. Rising from my seat, I round my desk. Leaning in, I grip her neck, lifting her from the seat. I watch as the pupils of her blue eyes dilate with excitement.

  “If you ever call her that again, I’ll make sure that you’re six-feet under with no one standing beside your filthy grave. You got what you wanted. Two long fucking years of my life you’ve been in charge, you’ve ruled over me with that fucking list of yours because I was stupid enough to listen to you. No more. You will leave Eva alone, she has nothing to do with our agreement.” When I release her, I step back, watching her smirk as if she’s won the goddamn jackpot.

  “Nathan Ashcroft, there’s nothing you can threaten me with. I have proof of you taking the money. So, if you’d like your sweet Eva to find out what a piece of filth you are I can make that happen with one message. And I can’t imagine she’d want anything to do with you if she knew. Do you?” She steps by me, heading to the window. Her gaze trained on the city below. “She’s a sweet girl, you know.” Her words soften as she turns to me again. “She doesn’t deserve someone like you, but if you feel differently by all means. Go ahead, tell her what a greedy piece of shit you are. And because you like to play in those voyeur rooms, I have some beautiful footage of the type of monster you are,” she informs me, causing my blood to run cold. Of course, she’s got evidence of that, because she’s the one who loves to be the voyeur. If there was a way to get her in that room, I’d have leverage, but I know she’s too cunning to fall for a plot like that.

  Her expression turns evil, sinister in the worst way and I know she’s not joking. I’m not good for Eva. I’ve gambled my way to the bottom, and when Marissa walked into my life offering me a way out, I took it. She gave me the money to keep A&B Finance afloat, but in return she gave me a list of girl’s names, only their first name and a photo. Women she told me needed to be taught a lesson. You see, Marissa is a special sort of vile creature. She gets off watching the humiliation of slaves, submissives.

  If Eva ever found out why I went into Sins that night to ask for her specifically because I’d had a list that had her name on it, she’d never talk to me again. She was my last slave to degrade. She was the one who sealed the contract that I wouldn’t lose my business. I knew her before I’d even laid eyes on her. But the problem is, Eva finding out would cause her to hate me for other reasons entirely.

  I never told Asher, or anyone for that matter, what I did. Losing five-million dollars of one of our top clients would have put me under. My gambling debt was out of control. And in walked Marissa Gallagher. She knew I was a Dominant, because she’d watched me. Calculating. Cold. A hunter. And for once in my life, I was the prey.

  My greed for money put me in her line of sight.

  My need for humiliation and degradation made me perfect for her plan.

  And it was my downfall.

  And I broke the only jewel I ever owned.

  Eva

  The dungeon is quiet, but I feel him behind me. I always sense him walk into a room. We’ve been tethered to each other since we first laid eyes on the other. Since the first time I kneeled for him, I knew there was something different about Nathan Ashcroft and I knew the moment he spanked me, I was hooked. His power, that commanding force that follows him like a fog leaves me desperate for more.

  A week has passed with soft kisses, harsh spanks, and Nathan taking me every which way he can. Last night he was sweet and loving, and no doubt tonight he’ll need the rough and hard. I’ve become accustom to his mood swings. The emotion that somehow thunders in his words, yet swirls in his eyes. He needs this, I need this, but I know as each day passes, every time he takes me, I want more. And with each spank, each moment that we connect, he craves it too.

  He’s my high and I’m addicted. I’m currently kneeling in the dungeon, naked, with my legs spread, my hands on my thighs palms facing up. It’s not cold, but my nipples are hard from a slight chill. My long dark hair is bound in blood red silk rope. There are intricate patterns that bind around my chest, just beneath my breasts forming a star. My calves are bound to my thighs as I kneel, so I can’t move unless he unties me. He’s been working on Shibari, learning from Mason and testing it out on me. The feel of the soft rope on my fevered skin is phenomenal.

  “Is my sweet slut wet?” he asks from behind me. The name he’s gifted me happened the first night we were together. At first, I thought he called all his sub’s that, but I realized soon enough, I’m special. He only calls me that.

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond easily, a small smile playing on my lips. My voice already raspy with need. He walks around me, inspecting me in my presentation pose. When he crouches, his index finger tilts my chin up. Those dark eyes meet mine. He reaches for the rope that holds my legs in place and unbinds them swiftly with a tug. Once I’m free, I drop my eyes again.

  “You look beautiful, stand,” he orders firmly. But the praise doesn’t go unnoticed.

  “Thank you, Sir,” I whisper, standing to full height, but I don’t meet his gaze again. He didn’t ask me to and I know I have to obey. This life wasn’t my first choice, I kind of fell into it. I never thought of myself as submissive until I met Carrick. I was sixteen. He taught me light BDSM by cuffing me to his bed, he spanked me, edged me, and I was hooked.

  Nate stalks behind me, gripping my long plait, he tugs it back so my neck is stretched to his mercy. “I feel like devouring you tonight. Walk to the window, place both your hands on the glass, do not hide your body. If our neighbors see you, too fucking bad.” His voice is warm, like a blanket covering me in its safety. His tone is rich, like the smooth brandy he loves to drink. And his lips on the shell of my ear as he gives his order is like a match is being struck and I’m the wick.

  There’s a storm raging around us, but inside me, it coils in my stomach, tightening deliciously with the anticipation of what’s to come. What incredible pleasure I know he’ll bestow on my trembling body.

  The thing about Sir is that he likes humiliating me. Degradation. One of the kinks that so few I’ve met enjoy. When I lean forward, I take in the city below me—cars passing, people walking hand in hand and here I am about to be tortured.

  “Are you ready to go into subspace my slut?”

  “Yes, Sir.” The thought of him taking me there again has my body pulsing with need. I’ve only ever been in that state once before. I hear him shuffle behind me, the toys he’s going to use are set out beside me on the table and I know I’m in for it.

  “Hold on to that window, if you slip, you’ll get ten more,” he warns and I know he’s not joking. Lightly, he strokes the paddle over my bare ass, the wood is cool to my heated skin sending gooseb
umps racing over my flesh as it tingles in anticipation. As soon as the paddle is lifted from my ass, I shut my eyes and wait for the sting.

  Left. Right. Left. Right.

  Again and again.

  I lose count. I lose all ability to think, to talk, to move.

  My skin is on fire, smarting, but I don’t move. He doesn’t stop, I don’t ask him to relent. I don’t even call “yellow” to tell him I’m close to my limit. Only because I need to go there. To the place where I’m safe, where all my fears, all the pain goes away.

  “My sweet little slut,” he coos the filthy name. “You love my mark. Don’t you?” I can’t respond, he knows I can’t. My mind is already flying. Then I feel him move, the buzz of a vibrator sounds around us, but I’m long gone. Floating, flying.

  The plastic touches my sodden pussy, finding my throbbing clit and I cry out his name to the city who watch from below me. “Good girl, but you better not come or I’ll stop all this,” he murmurs his threat in that thick seductive tone. He continues his assault on my ass, and his taunting on my wet slit, but I know I have to refrain from allowing the pleasure to take over completely. I know I can’t fall over the edge or I’ll be in a world of pain.

  “Sir, please,” I bite out, not angrily, merely in frustration. My nails dig into the window, but he doesn’t tell me to come. He holds me on edge. Lifting the vibrator, he halts his spanks and my body trembles. I need more, less, something in between. I don’t know. As I slowly come down from the high, he starts the torture again sending me skyrocketing toward the edge, I’m standing there, waiting to fall, to fly, to move. But as I hold onto that feeling, he stops again.

  I think I growl, I can’t be sure, but a sound vibrates deep in my throat. He doesn’t let off, he keeps me hovering on the precipice. The vibrator on my clit, the spanks with the paddle, it’s the only contact he’s making with my body. My core is dripping, I can feel my arousal on my inner thighs. Sticky, warm, I’m about to lose it. I know I am.