Sin & Salvation

Chapter 3

When I get in the car, Brett's on the phone with someone. I buckle my seatbelt as if my life isn't in more danger with the man sitting next to me. He turns to me and kisses me on the cheek before slowly backing out of the driveway. The smell of his familiar cologne infiltrates my senses and as he talks to his coworker, I'm completely mesmerized by him.

A face that looks like it was sculpted by Michelangelo himself. A sharp jawline and a perfectly straight, aristocratic nose. This is my favorite game to play with myself— forget the monster in front of me and pretend he's the prince I always dreamed of when I was younger.

I can sometimes see glimpses of a good man in there, but mostly, I see the evil lurking underneath it all. And it scares the shit out of me.

"Alright, I'll see you on Monday, Chris. Have a good weekend. Bye."

He hangs up and looks over to me with a hungry look in his eye. His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip before biting it and I can tell he's insatiable right now. After closing out big deals like the one today, he usually is.

Those gorgeous blue eyes roam my body, his voice lowering as he says, "You look so fucking gorgeous. God, how did I get so lucky."

His hand finds its way to my thigh and despite my hatred for the man, I find myself letting go a little tonight.

Which is definitely not due to the glass of wine I downed while getting ready.

"And you smell fucking delicious, baby, " he growls.

I would hope so considering this perfume I'm wearing is over $600.

His eyes rake over my body and then linger on my hair for a minute too long. Scared of what he's about to say, I begin nervously playing with my engagement ring and overthinking.

I knew I shouldn't have listened to her. How could I be so stupid?

"Did Mel do something different with your hair?"

The sudden shift in his tone of voice has my heart racing, and before I can literally shit myself, I manage to choke out, "Yeah, she begged me to do these highlights in the front because she said they'd look really good on me. Why? Do you like it?"

I'm anxious for his response but then his hand slides further up my thigh in approval. "I love it baby, I'll be sure to thank her for that later."

Relief washes over me and I too, will have to thank a few people today for saving my ass. First, that Silas guy this morning— now, Mel.

Warm fingers trace their way up my thighs and I'm grateful I put on his favorite lacy black underwear. A finger slides up between the fabric and grazes it on my center, parting me and revealing how wet I am already.

A low groan of approval leaves his throat. "Such a good little girl for remembering what I like. I'll keep that in mind for your punishment later." I silently praise myself and feel that addicting rush of adrenaline flow through me knowing I made him happy.

Before I can process his promise of a punishment, he slowly slides his middle finger into me, causing me to hiss followed by a soft moan.

Alcohol has always been my worst enemy when it comes to him. It calms my nerves, especially on nights when he can't get enough of me. Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't developed a drinking problem yet.

He slides his finger out and I immediately feel the loss as he brings it up to my mouth and demands, "Open."

Opening my mouth, he slips his finger in and I wrap my painted red lips around him as I taste myself on his finger. I briefly make eye contact with him while I suck and he grins in approval.

I'm practically panting by the time he reaches down and slips his finger back into me. Steadily pumping in and out, I feel myself relaxing as my legs open wider, inviting him in further.

His face is stern, focusing on the road while pleasuring me, and it makes me even wetter. The sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of me, and my moans of approval are the only things I can hear. The feeling in my stomach builds and I know I'm seconds away from coming.

Right when I'm about to finish, he pulls his finger out, a whine leaving my throat at the loss of him inside of me. As I'm about to protest, he pushes one more in roughly and I yelp at the sudden fullness and slight discomfort. But, with the liquid courage flowing through my veins, the pain actually feels good, and I grab his forearm to push him all the way in.

He quietly laughs. "What a dirty fucking whore, using my hand to make yourself come. Tell me how bad you want to come on my fingers, Cora. Beg me to let you finish."

His palm pushes into my clit as he angles his fingers upwards, hitting the spot he knows so well. The sensation pushes me over the edge and I feel myself ready to let go when he pulls out again, and hovers his hand over my aching pussy.

"What did I fucking say Cora?"

Two ruined orgasms have me aching and I'll do anything to ease the discomfort. "Please, I want to come so fucking bad. Please." All it would take to finish is his hand brushing up against my clit right now, so I push against him.

Pulling his hand further away, he shakes his head. "Nuh-uh." I huff in frustration, about to give up.

"Who does this pussy belong to?"

"You, it belongs to you. Please." I'm almost panting at this point, desperate to have him back inside me.

But I know that's not the answer he wants and a part of me likes how it feels to disobey him for once. It's the only time I truly can. We approach a red light and I'm grateful he has tinted windows when cars pull up alongside us.

He slowly begins to tsk at me when we stop. "You know that's not the right answer baby. Who does your pussy belong to, Cora?"

I look at him through my long lashes, chest heaving up and down. "Daddy. It belongs to you, daddy."

"That's a good little girl baby."

An overwhelming feeling of satisfaction overcomes me— an addicting shot of dopamine blazing through my veins. He slips three fingers inside of me and I yelp at the pain. It only takes a few seconds for it to subside, and I slowly begin rocking my hips to meet his pace.

"That's right, come for me baby. Show me what a whore you are for Daddy." His other hand leaves the wheel as he grips my face and forces me to look at him while I come undone.

He pumps into me harder and faster, feeling my orgasm building as my nails dig into his arms.

"Fuck!" I scream his name, squeezing my thighs together. My eyes roll into the back of my head and the orgasm is so intense that my legs are shaking, but he pushes my legs apart and continues to push his fingers up into me as it overtakes me.

"That's it baby, come on my fingers. Open your eyes and fucking look at me while I make you come."

My eyes fly open and he's grinning, staring straight into my soul as if to consume it whole. The red from the stoplight illuminates his face.

Lucifer in the flesh.

The feeling becomes almost unbearable and I'm about to beg him to stop when his fingers finally leave me. As if this man couldn't get any hotter, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them. A low moan of approval comes from his throat as he tastes me and I'm out of breath, watching him lick up every last drop.

"Always such a good little girl for me baby. Clean yourself up before we get there."

The light turns green but I can still see the devil that was next to me just a moment ago.