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Sins of the Father
Chapter 28
Desired Shade of Pink
Christian's POV
I nod hello to the guard again as I make my way through the lobby of Escala picking up the package I had delivered at the front desk before punching in the tenth floor instead of the penthouse code on the elevator.
Just the knowledge that Kitten is waiting for me gives me a sense of excitement and relief. The key to the front door is warm in my hand as I slide it into the lock, swinging the door gently open.
The apartment is bathed in candle light. The curtains to the great room are open letting in the glow of the city lights. The place smells of her Carolina Herrera Good Girl fragrance, and I now she is here. She wore it on our first night together and I have insisted that she wear it every night since. It smells divine on her and it tastes even better mixed with her.
Stripping off my jacket and tie, tossing it to the side, I open the playroom to find her kneeling in place.
Impatiently, I toe out of my shoes as I un-cuff and unbutton my shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room.
"Stand," I demand, wasting little time looking around. I already know it is the exact replica of the one that used to be in the penthouse.
She raises herself and saunters the two steps over in nothing but her lavender lace panties on that look amazing in the dim light of the playroom next to her pale skin.
She looks at me through her long lashes as I tilt her head back, holding her by her chin.
"I have something or you," I tell her, holding up the new collar I designed for her. Its hard black leather with a diamond ring in the center.
"Thank you, Sir," she says.
"Not Master?"
"I can see I'm going to be punished enough tonight without it, Sir."
"Safe words," I demand with a nod.
"Sugar and Spice, Sir."
I slide my hands into her panties to cup her. She whimpers at my touch but knows better to squirm away. She is already wet for me. I bring my fingers to my lips to taste her.
"Perfection," I whisper, at the taste.
I take the same fingers and run them across her lips, smearing the red lipstick that she wears. It's a shade she reserves for the playroom. Her tongue darts out to lick the pads of my fingers.
I growl both turned on at the site of her bubble gum pink tongue and pissed at her for topping from the bottom. It is a heady mix and it is just where I need to be.
"Bad girl," I tell her. Her eyes widen at my words as I hook my hand into the loop of her collar. "Come, Kitten. Its time to play."
I leave her standing in the center of the room for the moment it takes to gather what I need for our scene. I am aware that she is watching me. She relishes in my Dom. She is not a seasoned sub, by any means. She's only played at it before.
When I first met her, she was just a step above liking kink, but damn she is a quick study and she gets off on it like no other.
Her inner submissive pleads directly to my Dom and he can't help but satisfy her.
She inhales sharply when I yank her now cuffed hands up above her head and clamp them to the carbine hooks, and again when I rip her panties off and press them to my nose to catch her scent. She wrenches her wrists, testing the steel bracelets of the cuffs as I walk behind her. Her head leans back into my touch as I massage her scalp. The long strands are as soft as downy hair between my fingers. Slowly, I braid it back off her neck before placing my nose there. You always smell so divine, Miss Johnson.
"Thank you, Sir," she says. Her voice is laced with need. I place a lace blindfold over her eyes.
"I need you quiet," I tell her, placing a hard black ball gag tight in her mouth.
I take a wooden paddle in my hands, testing the smoothness of it, hitting my palm to gauge the right amount of pain I want to give. I place the paddle against her ass cheek and she stills herself in anticipation. I swallow hard as her ass muscles clinch, resisting the urge to thrust my dick into the deep recesses of it.
She cries out from the first blow, although its muffled by the gag. I hit her hard, trusting she can take it. There is no kindness in our play.
Her ass is now marked with the oblong shape of the wood. I run my finger along the edge, tracing the shape, before stepping back and hitting her again, harder this time. The built-up frustration I felt slowly starts to ebb as I hit her again.
Three more blows on each cheek gives the desired shade of pink and the release of aggression I needed. I drop the paddle with a clatter at my feet, feeling less of the anger and more the euphoria that playing with her brings. She tremors as the pain courses through her.
Pulling on her braid. I force her to crane her neck so her face is at my lips.
"The whip," I tell her.
She catches her breath softly. It is a treat to me when she is willing to indulge.
The last time she gave me the honor was for my birthday last year. She showed up unannounced while I was having dinner with my family. She was waiting in the playroom with nothing but a whip wrapped around her like it was an impassioned snake.
She nods her head.
"Good girl."
I take the very snake whip she gave me as a present that day off the wall.
The platinum and leather handle fits perfectly in my palm. I run the long braided black and red leather through my hand, uncoiling it.
"This is for pleasure, "I assure her, placing my palm at the round of her hip to steady her.
She whimpers in response.
I take the necessary steps back, ensuring I have enough space to work. The weight of the whip perfect in my hands.
The whip holds a fascination and a fear for her. It is the source of ultimate pleasure, but the wrong move from me could cause her excruciating pain.
She is still and waiting, demonstrating the highest level of trust that has my Dom almost sated treasuring the feel of such an honor.
With a flick of my wrist, the whip hisses past me and hits its mark, snapping back from its target.
Miss Johnson is on her tip toes mewling in pleasure. An alluringly beautiful pink mark puckers on her ass. The whip hisses past me again, snapping back from hitting its mark. Miss Johnson thrusts her head back, no longer able to keep still.
"Sir, please," she tries to beg for me. Its a gargled sound filled with her own spit.
I toss the whip, stalking towards her like the prey she is in this room. Working the buttons of my pants, my dick springs free and I moan as I run the tip through the wetness between her legs. I hoist her up. Her ass resting on my pelvis as I thrust my dick deep inside her pussy.
She leans forward, doing her best to push her ass back into me. My balls snap her hardened clit and her pussy clamps around me. I know she is close. Far beyond her point of control if I was even to attempt to not allow her to come.
"Come," I demand of her.
Her legs give out as her orgasm takes hold. I pick up the slack, still slamming hard into her, my own orgasm building. The only thing keeping her upright as she screams my name is her shackled hands and my holding of her ass.
"Fuck," I grunt out, pouring my load deep inside of her. Its almost painful as my balls constrict from being emptied.
We remain still until our panted breath evens.
"Fuck," I say, feeling relaxed for the first time in a week.
My need satisfied for now, I grab hold of her braid and collar in one hand pulling her upright. My arm circles her waist while the other now unhooks her.
I carefully carry her to the bathroom and run a warm bath. I move quickly because once her sex high comes down, her ass will be on fire.
She sighs contently when I submerge her lower half in the water. The soothing smell of chamomile all around us. I sit on the edge of the tub wetting and washing the sweat out of her hair. The blindfold and ball gag lay next to me on the rim of the tub.
"Feels good," I ask her.
"Excellent," she says. "I am completely relaxed now."
"You weren't before?"
"The birth was difficult," she tells me of the horse she was called to help. "The umbilical cord was wrapped around the foal."
"But it made it?"
"He did. He is a beautiful black stallion. He was up and wobbling around after his mother's milk before I left. I don't envy the poor girl. He has a hardy appetite."
"Ryan and Reynolds were there waiting?"
"They were. Thank you for sending them. I would have been too exhausted to drive back. I slept the whole way home."
"I'm pleased."
She nods with a smile at my words.
"I knew you would be."
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Ana's POV
I said my final goodbyes to Teddy thirty minutes ago. He begged me stay. Asking over and over again why I had to go and why Hunter couldn't move to Seattle with me.
He ran upstairs after his final attempt failed.
I'm sure so not to see him cry. Like his dad, his pride is important to him, even at his young age.
I lingered for a while as Grace went to check on me. She assured me that he would be okay. I hugged her goodbye before I left.
Now, I sit in the back of the SUV and let my mind leave Seattle to focus on being with Hunter in Singapore. I'm sure it will get easier once I'm in the air and everyone I care about is not so near because right now, my heart is breaking.
With a novel that looked good in the airport store in my hand, I walk quickly through the private hanger to board the plane that Hunter has waiting for me, preparing myself for the long flight.
"Oh my God," I squeal when is see him waiting for me. It feels like its been ages. His blue eyes shine like I am a sight to see. He is all teeth and cheeks when he sees me rushing towards him. The book I was carrying falls to the floor as he lifts me in his arms and spins me around.
"You feel so good," he moans before sitting me down. His lips crash into mine and my legs go weak from the depth of his kiss.
"I can't believe you came all the way just to fly back to Singapore with me," my forehead still resting on his from the kiss.
"To tell you the truth," he starts.
Before he can continue, I look past him to see Giles carrying his bags.
"Hunt, what's going on?"
"There's been a slight change in plans, Sweetheart."
Author's note:
To clear up confusion: This story was farther along on my website, but on here it starts where it left off at chapter 26. I will not be loading multiple chapters at once as it is too time consuming. I will load them as best I can.
Some are requesting to know about a Christian and Ana HEA. That is something I have stopped revealing with my stories, for the simple fact that it takes away the fun of the story for me. I don't want to be locked in with a promise of an HEA if the story takes a different turn.
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