Chapter 5 | First Sin

MAYA 

Everything felt molten.

My skin burned where his gaze touched me, like invisible flames licking up my thighs, my stomach, my breasts- everywhere he looked without even laying a hand on me yet. I couldn’t tell anymore if I was still drunk, still dreaming, or if the universe had finally cracked open and let the one forbidden thing I’d begged for in silence actually happen.

His black eyes devoured me. Not softly. Not sweetly. I could not believe that my dream could feel so real and so intense. 

His dark eyes- they stripped me bare in a way that made my pulse hammer between my legs. Seconds stretched into forever while he just… watched. 

My chest rose and fell too fast and my nipples ached under the ruined lace still bunched below my breasts. My thighs trembled and were spread shamelessly wide on the leather couch, the soaked fabric of my thong clinging obscenely to my swollen folds.

It all felt too much and I couldn’t take it.

“Please- ” The word tore out of me which was a half moan and half sob. My hips lifted instinctively, grinding the air, searching for him, for friction, for anything. The movement made my clit throb harder against the damp lace and a broken whimper spilled from my lips.

He watched every desperate roll of my hips like he was memorizing it. Like he was branding the sight of me this wrecked, this needy, into his brain forever. “Tristan…” My voice cracked, small and pleading for him to touch me. “Won’t you touch me?”

I watched as his throat worked on a hard swallow. Then- slowly, deliberately, his face dipped toward the soft curve of my neck. I could feel the hot breath fanning my soft skin making me whimper and turn my head to give him more access. 

The first brush of his lips against my skin was electric. Open-mouthed. Wet and seductive. He kissed me there like he was tasting sin itself. The slow, languid drags of tongue and teeth that made my head fall back against the cushion with a helpless cry. My legs fell open even wider on instinct, knees trembling, offering everything. “More,” I breathed. “Please- more- ”

His hand finally moved. His palm was flat, fingers splayed against my skin as he trailed down the center of my body- over the frantic rise and fall of my ribs, down the quivering plane of my stomach, lower, lower- until he grazed the top edge of my thong.

I twitched violently. He hooked two fingers under the soaked lace and dragged it aside with torturous patience.

Cool air kissed my dripping pussy and I moaned a shaky, broken, obscene breath.

Our breaths tangled together, harsh and uneven. His mouth stayed pressed to my neck, exhaling hot against my racing pulse while his free hand kept my thigh pinned wide.

“Do you want me?” His voice was gravel wrapped in velvet. Low. Dangerous and I nodded frantically as tears clinging to my lashes. “Yes- please- yes- ” His touch was driving me crazy and I was burning in heat that only he could calm. 

His middle finger finally found me and gave just the lightest graze over my swollen clit.  “O-oh- fuck- “ My whole body jerked like I’d been shocked. Head thrown back, mouth open on a silent scream, legs shaking uncontrollably.

He didn’t rush. He took his time like a sinner performing his favorite sin. 

He dragged that single finger down slowly, through my slick folds, gathering wetness, then back up before circling my entrance, then up again to smear it over my pulsing clit.

Slow.

Torturous.

Over and over.

I was losing my mind. His touch felt too addictive, too intense and I just wanted this dream to turn into reality. I looked so pathetic and messed up. I just could not control my body and mind which only turned my whimpers into sobs. 

My hips bucked, chasing his hand, but he kept the rhythm cruelly steady—never giving me enough pressure, never letting me tip over.

“Please- Tristan- Daddy- ” The words tumbled out, shameless, filthy even I could not believe how horny I was and how needy I sounded, just like some bitch in heat.

 “I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me with your finger- make me cum- please- I can’t- I need- ” He let out a low, guttural sound against my throat.

His finger stilled at my entrance which was coated and glistening with me. He lifted his head just enough to lock eyes with me. Black. Burning. Possessive. “Hope you don’t regret it then, princess.”

His deep voice rang in my ears and before I could process, he pushed his finger inside.

One slow, relentless inch and instantly, my breath punched out of me in a sharp gasp.

He was so thick- God- even one finger stretched me, filled me and burned so good I saw stars behind my eyelids. My walls fluttered and clenched around him desperately, trying to pull him deeper.

He growled, low and feral. “So fucking tight… this little virgin cunt is choking my finger already.”

He gave me a moment- barely before he started moving. Slow at first and Knuckle-deep, dragging out his finger, then pushing back in, steady, deliberate, obscene wet sounds filling the dark living room with every thrust.

I was gone. Moans spilled from me loud and helpless which were high, broken, needy.

“Yes- nghh- yes- ” My back arched off the couch. My hips rolled up to meet every slow plunge. The slick, filthy noise of my pussy taking him echoed in my ears and only made me wetter.

He watched me fall apart. For him. Then- his voice dropped darker. “Moan louder for me, princess. Let Daddy hear how much you love being fucked open.” The command snapped something inside me.

I obeyed. My cries grew louder, shamelessly echoing off the high ceilings as he picked up speed. His finger became relentless, fucking me senseless. Deep, hard, curling just right to drag against that spot that made white-hot pleasure explode behind my eyes.

My legs spread impossibly wider, my knees bent, feet kicking uselessly in the air, shaking so violently I thought I might shatter. I could see the veins bulging in his forearm. So thick and corded as he drove into me again and again, ruthless, possessive, owning me with just that single thick digit.

I was crying now- real tears of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. The knot in my belly tightened in something brutal and  unstoppable. “Yes- yes- yes-!”

I sounded wrecked. Desperate. Filthy. “Daddy- please- I’m gonna- fuck- I’m gonna cum-!” He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. “Give it to me. Soak my hand, princess. Show me how badly this greedy little pussy has wanted me all these years.”

That was it. My body seized and my orgasm ripped through me like lightning, so violent and blinding.

I squirted. Hard. A hot, gushing fountain that drenched his hand, my thighs and the leather beneath me. I screamed so raw and broken as my whole body convulsed, walls spasmed wildly around his thrusting finger as he kept fucking me through it, drawing out every shuddering wave.

When the last tremor finally left me, I collapsed, limp, gasping, chest heaving and yet, Tristan didn’t pull out. He cupped my entire mound- possessive, possessive- palm pressed firm against my oversensitive clit while his finger stayed buried deep, lazily stroking my fluttering walls.

He watched and I witnessed his obsessed- mesmerized gaze as my glistening, swollen pussy pulsed under the faint moonlight streaming through the windows. “Look at you…” His voice was reverent. Dangerous. 

“Ruined. Dripping. Mine. No one else will ever touch this cunt. No one else will ever make it gush like that. You belong to me now, Maya. Every fucking inch. Every tear. Every scream. Mine.”

I whimpered- overstimulated, overwhelmed, heart cracking open. My trembling hands reached up, weak, shaky and fisted his collar. I pulled him down until his face was buried in the crook of my neck.

Hot tears slipped down my cheeks as I breathed him in. Suddenly, my emotions came crashing.  “You won’t disappear this time… right?” My voice cracked, small and terrified.

I could feel as he went still for long, agonizing seconds.

“I won’t disappear.”

A warm small smile appeared on my lips, feeling satisfied and my eyes fluttered closed. Exhaustion crashed over me like a wave and I let go.

I fell asleep in the arms of a devil, Ruined.