Garden of Sins

“I don’t know,” she mumbles sassily. Oh, I will drive this sassiness out of her. I want her to flinch if she even looks at me and I give her a certain look.

“I’m going to show you what happens if you don’t listen to me in the future.” With this, I whip the end of the belt lightly against her breasts. She twitches and screams, but the pleasure in her eyes shoots to unimagined heights. Well, that’s what drugs do to you. I wish her a happy awakening tomorrow and I can’t imagine what my brother will say about that.

“Turn around,” I order lazily, but she is much too slow, so I let the belt slap lightly against her other breast, just below her nipple.

Panting, she hurries to turn onto her stomach.

“Ass up.”

She lifts her ass towards me obediently. I love the view and reach my fingers between them, rubbing her wet pussy before I lash the belt unexpectedly against her ass.

Alayna screams into the pillows but stretches everything she has toward me. And that is a lot. I love her ass.

“Do you like this?” I ask and she mumbles something incomprehensible. “I didn’t want this, Alayna, but you left me no choice,” I lie because this is exactly what I wanted. All this fucking time.

Then I set the belt directly on her back. “If it falls off while I’m fucking you, I’ll give you another three strokes with it.” It’ll fall off, but only I know that. I calmly open my pants, leaving Alayna kneeling in that position for a while. She wants to look over her shoulder, but I grab her hair and press her face back into the pillows.

“Stay like that!” I love watching her try to follow my impossible orders. I grab her by the hips and push hard and deep into her, pulling her even closer to me. Oh, fuck, I’m in pussy heaven.

She screams and the belt falls down. Immediately, I pull out of her and she groans desperately, but it is all taking a lot out of me right now.

“Is something wrong, Alayna?” I ask. She shakes her head and bites the pillow, as I can see.

Now, she gets a blow across her ass with the belt, which makes her gasp. I’ll save the other two for later when she least expects it. I don’t want her to break away from under me. Baby girl.

Again, I push deep into her and again she moans, just like me. “Oh, my God,” she whispers to herself.

I move inside her as I wrap her long hair around my fist and pull her back to my chest so that she kneels upright in front of me. Her lips are wet, her eyes closed, and sweat is pouring from her temples. The red light of my neon sign shines directly on her wet body and I love the way her breasts bounce up and down. Honestly.

My hand slides up her throat and I wrap my fingers firmly around it. I love it when the women could be so easily destroyed if I wanted to. When they are fragile and my hand fits around their throats.

My hand fits completely around Alayna’s delicate neck. She claws my arm and I let her because I am about to see how devoted she is to me.

She gasps, “Fuck me harder!”

I pull out of her again. “What?”

Tormented, she groans and pushes her pussy toward cock. I stroke it a few times along her center and she moans again in frustration because I am so close but won’t give her what she needs. I am not a man who gives a woman what she needs. I simply fuck.

“Never tell me what to do, Alayna,” I growl in her ear, grabbing her throat tighter and pushing all the way inside her with a hard thrust.

Fuck.

She screams. She moans. She gasps. And when she behaves, I fuck her harder.

I push her neck down again, lean on her, and let go. And I don’t think she’ll be able to do anything after tonight.

I like that.

I like it a lot.

As soon as I come and the last wave has subsided, I pull out of her and grab the belt. I ignore her protesting noises and drag her by the hair forward, where I tie her wrists to the headboard with the belt. In order to pull it extra tight, I forcibly drill a new hole through the leather. She holds on to it and her head sinks forward. She is still kneeling and stretching her ass in my direction.

“Oh, God!” she whispers in horror because it is probably uncomfortable, but that is not the point of it either. The words glow above her: WHY DON’T WE FUCK RIGHT NOW? And they scream at me from her face.

I step behind Alayna again and pull her ass towards me. She is totally stretched out, her hands clawing at the leather belt with her ass thrust toward me.

I hit it again and then dive back into her. Deep. Because I am hard. As always.

And she screams. Loudly.

I kneel upright behind her, my figure casting a shadow across her narrow back as I follow her spine. She throws her head back. Her long hair spreads out across her back and I grab it with one hand and hold her head back.

Fuck, I love this picture.

I can feel her tightening around me. When she comes, I let my head fall back.

“Fuck,” she whispers and screams as she climaxes.

I release her hair abruptly and push her head between her shoulders before I let go and thrust deep inside her.

FUCK.

I love to get inside women but Caden forbade me to do so with Alayna. So, I can only do it when he is not watching. Today, he doesn’t even know about what’s going on. I come and come and come. It takes a while and I groan roughly. My body stiffens before it relaxes with a jerk and the last wave from the orgasm fades.

Breathing heavily and bathed in sweat, I withdraw from her. Alayna breathes unevenly as she tries to see something, but her position and bound hands make it impossible. Well, there is nothing to see here either.

I stroll to the windowsill where I sit down to roll a joint and watch her.

Her kneeling on my bed, unable to move, sweating, and certainly in pain is the best thing I have seen in a long time.

“Caden,” she complains, raising her exhausted look.

I hit the joint hard and blow the smoke toward the ceiling. “Yeah?”

“Are you going to leave me hanging here like this?” She wiggles her butt with multiple prints on it. Oh, God, I want her again. But I stand back and hit the joint.

“Let’s see,” I answer calmly and pull one leg against the windowsill.

I can only see her eyes because only those peer over her outstretched arm. “Do you know that you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen?” She’s slurring her words because she’s so fucked up. I like that. It amuses me.

“Does that include Carter?” I smile and watch her arch her eyebrows.

“Well!” she says. “Well, you look exactly the same, Caden, apart from the fact that you have different expressions.”

“Do I?” I ask, amused, and move again. “How does he look at you, unlike me?”

“Like that,” she replies and nods in my direction. “Just like you’re doing right now.”

“I think he wants to fuck you, Alayna. Is that what you want too?” I calmly ask, like Caden conducting an interrogation.

Alayna shakes her head without taking her eyes off me.

“What do you think it would be like with him,” I ask, leaving the joint behind as I walk toward her. “How do you think he would fuck you?”

“Caden!” she says indignantly. “What are you doing? Playing one of your mind games?”

I slap her ass simply because I love it. “Answer the question, Alayna.” She cries out and moans simultaneously.

“I don’t know, baby,” she answers, exhausted and I get a little tougher.

“Do you think...” I stand behind her and run both hands over her reddened ass cheeks, pressing my fingers into her flesh, “…he’d do such a thing?”