Chapter 29 Sin
SIN
Wren is in fucking trouble. I don’t catch her before she climbs onto the back of Buzz’s bike, before they speed off, but I do trail them…to the fucking dollar store. What does she need so badly that she couldn’t ask for it?
When she disappears inside and Buzz rides off, I dismount, ready to charge in and grab her, drag her back if I have to, but I pause at the sight of a woman who looks an awful lot like her. She peers over her shoulder, wary and frightened.
Mrs. Delaney. Wren’s mom.
I back up, leaning right outside of the entrance where she won’t clock me. Where I can hide and wait for Wren to come back out.
It doesn’t take very long. Mrs. Delaney leaves first, but Wren takes another few minutes. Smart.
She’s too damn smart for her own good. Too damn good at this.
But she doesn’t understand how much danger she’s in. Still. Even after being shot. Being here, out in the open, where anyone could kidnap her or put a bullet in her brain.
When Wren steps out of the dollar store, I grab her before she can see me, muffling her scream with my palm as I press my mouth to her ear.
“You’re in trouble, pretty girl.” My voice has her body relaxing against mine, and I try not to marvel in her reaction to me for very long.
Swinging her around, I march her toward my bike, and she goes willingly. When I finally turn her to face me, her eyes are wide and sparkling.
I shake my head at her before she says anything. Straddling my motorcycle, I pat the seat behind me. “On.”
She obeys. Of course now she’s compliant. Does as I say.
Ask for forgiveness instead of permission because she knew the answer would be no.
But if she’d just asked…
I let out a harsh breath as her arms circle around my middle. If she’d asked, I would have brought her myself. I would have been able to ensure she stayed safe. Her sneaking out speaks volumes of her trust in us.
In me.
Then Wren’s hand smooths up my stomach to my chest—over my heart, and I can’t be mad at her. I’ll see to it that she’s punished for this indiscretion, but I can’t be mad.
She did what she thought she needed to do. It’s an admirable quality.
As we speed back, the wind filters away all thoughts other than how I plan to punish her. How Saint and Doc will help.
It needs to be more than a spanking. Mere swats obviously won’t deliver the message we need.
I almost don’t want to pull into the yard, enjoying the brief bit of humanity I feel when she holds onto me this way. With her cheek pressed against my back, her warmth feeding my muscles.
Wren has become my only weakness, and I will not let anyone use her against me.
She has to learn.
Resolve hardening, I pull up front, holding onto her arm after she dismounts. She doesn’t try to flee from me. Good.
Walking her inside doesn’t get the stares the guys usually afford her, but tension thickens the moment we step into Saint’s office.
He stands behind his desk. Doc lounges in a chair across from him. They both look at Wren with a mix of disappointment and relief that she’s okay.
Her hands go up in surrender, almost warding us off. “Before you punish me, let me tell you what happened, then you can do whatever you want with me.”
“You say that like we won’t do whatever we like with you anyway.” Saint’s eyes are dark, stormy. He’s fucking pissed now that he’s no longer worried.
I bite back a smile at his threat. It’s not like we’d ever hurt her. But we are going to torture her. Just a little.
Pink swathes her cheeks as she glances at the three of us, but her hip cocks and her arms cross. “Fine. I guess you don’t want to know what my mother had for me.”
I grin at her, letting my darker desires surface. Wren’s stand off with Saint reminds me that we will never break her. Not that I want to.
Saint touches her cheek, and she softens almost immediately. “Tell us.”
Blinking up at him, she slowly reaches under her vest and pulls out a small, ratty bunny. It’s obviously been well loved, and the way she touches it tells me that it’s hers. She flips it around and unsnaps a clasp around its neck.
She releases the charm and pulls free a miniscule thumb drive.
Fucking little minx.
Maybe we need to mix a little reward with her punishment.
Saint stares at it for a second before he takes it from her grasp, stalks to his door, and bellows JP’s name. Less than a minute later, he closes and locks his office door again, and when he turns to the room, it’s time to play.
We all move at once, clearing off Saint’s minimalist desk, moving Wren around it, lifting her to the edge. I kneel before her, tearing down her shorts.
No panties. Moisture clings to her slit already.
I don’t start small, grasping her knees and spreading her apart before I dive in, lapping at her sweet pussy as she gasps and moans. The slick slide of my tongue between her folds has me addicted.
It’s been so long since I feasted on a woman this way, since I wanted to and got drunk off it like this.
Sucking on her clit, I work two fingers into her, finding that spot that makes her back arch and a whimpering moan fall from between her lips.
When she contracts around my fingers, I push her just a little further, until her thighs shake and she’s nearing her orgasm, then I pull myself away. Breathing hard, I retreat, rounding the desk.
That plump mouth of hers is pinched between her teeth as she peers up at me.
Doc sinks between her thighs, and her eyes flash before fluttering closed. Mouth falling open, revving up faster, her chest heaves. Moans fill the space between us.
When her hands sink down into his hair, I smooth my palms down her arms and pull them up above her head.
Her eyes pop open, looking up at me with a mix of lust and defiance. Such a sweet combination. I keep her gaze locked with mine as her pleasure rises, chest heaving, panting, moaning softly like she’s trying to hide how good it feels.
But as an incoming orgasm glazes over her features, Doc pulls away, standing with a grin at her groan of frustration.
Saint takes his time lowering himself to his knees. Hands caressing her bare thighs as they tremble, hooking her knees over his shoulders. He plants kisses along her flesh, nips and bites, meandering touches that rile her up almost as much as eating and leaving her hanging does.
He doesn’t relent until she huffs and whimpers. His hands sink under her shirt.
Wren’s eyes flash up to mine again. She licks her lips, opening her mouth in invitation.
“That’s not going to get you out of this, princess.” But my voice is gruff, giving me away. I want to fuck that pretty mouth of hers.
There will be time for that later.
“No distractions,” I tell her.
As she nears her climax for the third time, her body jerks at the lack of completion, twisting and arching to try and reach Saint’s mouth where he hovers just above her.
Saint spreads her thighs, a small smile on his face as he watches her pussy contract, the wetness spreading. And he shares a devious look with me before he blows across her folds.
Wren sucks in a breath, but she doesn’t beg. She barely pouts.
“You’re being such a good girl. I think we’ll have to turn this up a notch.” And since it’s my turn, I do.
Doc takes her hands, and I only turn the one corner, palm caressing her thigh until my fingers nestle in her core. No clit stimulation, just a steady thrust with two fingers even as she seeks out what she wants.
It takes a little longer to work her up this time, and she fights me a little when I sink my fingers home and leave them there, scissoring them inside her.
Wren lifts her head to look at me, but I merely smile at her, pulling my touch free and sinking between her knees again for another taste. It would be so easy to lose myself in her. Would it be worse to deny her or make her come again and again and again until she passes out from the pleasure?
We’re about to see which does her in.
“Such a good girl,” Saint says, smoothing her hair from her face. “But you know this doesn’t end until you beg.”
“Not then, either.” Doc’s gaze locks with hers, the threat clear. This feels good, yes, but it’s still a punishment.
I pull my fingers free and let her hang there for a count of thirty. Then my thumb slides in, and I’m stroking along the back muscles of her core, stimulating different nerves before I add my tongue. Add suction, licking, and grazing of teeth.
It’s tempting to push her past that thin line between pleasure and orgasm, but I pull away, blowing against her swollen folds.
And we trade. Again and again.
Until she’s begging. Weeping. Tears staining her red cheeks. We don’t let up for a little while after that still.
But it’s me who pulls the trigger, looming over her naked body splayed out across Saint’s desk.
“You ready for some cock?” I unleash myself, hard and aching from denying myself as well as her. A small squeeze brings no relief, but it does clear my mind for the few seconds I need to keep my control.
Grabbing her by the knees, I nearly fold her in half, leaning in, letting my shaft nestle into her sensitive pussy. Her whiny, nearly begging breaths has me twitching. Then, I slide my hand over her throat—not squeezing, simply holding.
Doc and Saint stiffen across from me, but the moan vibrating against my palm confirms how I’m stabilizing her, not making her spin out of control.
The flash of fear she gives me when I grab her by the throat, it’s an old fear. One I want to replace with memories of my hand there, not anyone else’s.
This is how you hold a woman. Firm. Dominant. A promise, not a threat.
“Say it, princess. Tell me you want my cock.”
Her mouth works before a rough whisper slips out. “I want your cock. Please give it to me.”
Such a good fucking girl.
Maintained eye contact makes me ache for her even more until I shift and nudge myself to her entrance and sink into her with one fell swoop.
Her cry prods at the darker, animalistic side of me, and I start to rut. Pleasure contorts her under me. She’s been on edge for so long that it takes less than a minute to detonate her.
Wren’s back bows, body still and stiff, and I don’t stop. It would take something astronomical to tear me away from her right now.
Her hand curls around my wrist, holding on as her breath shutters. Her eyes are unfocused as she finally gets what she wants. Release.
She’s going to be a wreck when we’re done with her.
And she snaps back to me, pleasure re-building, eye contact constant and so much more than I’m used to. Women close their eyes and succumb to fantasies, but Wren remains present, watching me.
I’m a goner. Every last shred of restraint obliterates.
I’m going to make her come so many times before I give in.