Deeper Into Sin

Chapter 5: Deeper Into Sin

The hot water cascaded over us in Damien’s massive marble shower, steam filling the air and making everything feel even more intimate. I stood with my back against his broad chest, his strong arms wrapped around me as he slowly soaped my body. His hands were surprisingly gentle now sliding over my breasts, down my stomach, between my legs cleaning away the evidence of how thoroughly he had just fucked me.

But even his gentle touch kept the fire burning low in my belly.

“You’re shaking again, little one,” Damien murmured against my ear, his voice deep and husky. His cock, still semi-hard, pressed against the curve of my ass. “Did Daddy wear you out already?”

I leaned my head back against his shoulder, eyes half-closed. “I… I’ve never felt anything like that.”

He chuckled softly, one hand cupping my breast and pinching my nipple lightly. “That was just the beginning, Kira. I’ve barely started breaking you in.”

He turned me around to face him. Water streamed down his muscular chest, highlighting every ridge and plane. At forty-two, Damien Blackwood looked better than most men half his age powerful, experienced, and dangerously addictive. His steel-gray eyes locked onto mine as he tilted my chin up.

“Tell me how it felt when I came inside you,” he demanded quietly.

My cheeks burned. “It felt… full. Hot. Wrong… but so good.”

“Not wrong,” he corrected, pressing a kiss to my wet lips. “It’s exactly where I belong. That tight little pussy is mine now. No more college boys fumbling around. No more pretending you don’t crave a real man who knows how to take care of you.”

His hand slid between my thighs again, fingers gently stroking my sensitive folds. I gasped, still tender from earlier.

“Sensitive?” he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.

I nodded.

“Good.” He dropped to one knee right there in the shower, water pounding on his back. “Then let’s see how fast I can make you come again.”

Before I could protest, his mouth was on me once more tongue swirling around my clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling perfectly against that spot that made my knees weak. I grabbed onto his wet hair for balance, moaning loudly as pleasure built again with shocking speed.

“Daddy… oh fuck…” The word slipped out so naturally now, like it had always belonged on my tongue.

He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks through my body. His fingers pumped faster while his tongue flicked relentlessly. Within minutes I was crying out, my second orgasm of the night ripping through me as I trembled against the shower wall.

Damien rose, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. He spun me around again, pressing my front against the cool marble. “Hands on the wall, little girl. Ass out.”

I obeyed instantly, arching my back for him. He gripped my hips and slid his now fully hard cock along my slit, teasing me.

“Beg for it,” he growled.

“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered, pushing back against him. “Fuck me again. I need your cock.”

He thrust into me in one smooth, powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. We both groaned at the feeling. This angle was deeper, more intense. He started fucking me hard against the shower wall wet skin slapping, my moans echoing off the tiles.

“Such a good little slut for Daddy,” he praised between thrusts, one hand reaching around to rub my clit. “Taking my cock so well. Look at you moaning and dripping for a man old enough to be your father.”

His words only turned me on more. I pushed back to meet every thrust, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

“Harder,” I gasped. “Please… harder.”

Damien obliged, pounding into me with deep, punishing strokes. His hand tightened on my hip while the other worked my clit faster. “Come again. I want to feel this pussy squeeze my cock while I fill you up a second time.”

The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed, walls fluttering and clenching around him. Damien followed right after with a low, guttural groan, burying himself deep as he came inside me again, hot pulses flooding my core.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard under the spray. Damien finally pulled out slowly, turning me to face him. He kissed me tenderly this time—slow, deep, almost possessive in its softness.

After the shower, he wrapped me in a thick robe and carried me to his enormous bed. We lay tangled together under soft sheets, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on my bare thigh.

“You know this changes everything, don’t you?” he said quietly, his voice losing some of its earlier roughness.

I looked up at him, suddenly nervous. “What do you mean?”

Damien’s expression turned serious. “Your father and I have history. Bad history. If he finds out about us, he’ll lose his mind. But I’m not letting you go, Kira. Not after tasting you. Not after hearing you call me Daddy while you come apart on my cock.”

I swallowed hard. The reality of what we were doing started sinking in. This wasn’t just a wild night. This was dangerous.

“I don’t want to stop,” I admitted in a small voice. “But I’m scared.”

He pulled me closer, his large hand stroking my back soothingly. “You don’t have to be scared. I’ll protect you. From him. From anyone. You’re mine now, little one. And Daddy always takes care of what’s his.”

His words should have terrified me more. Instead, they made me feel strangely safe… and wanted in a way I’d never felt before.

Damien’s hand slipped between my legs again, fingers gently stroking my cum-filled pussy. “Still leaking my cum,” he murmured with dark satisfaction. “I like you marked like this.”

I whimpered softly as he pushed two fingers inside, slowly pumping.

“One more time before you sleep,” he whispered against my lips. “Then tomorrow, I’m taking you shopping. New clothes. New lingerie. Everything a good girl needs when she belongs to a man like me.”

I moaned as pleasure started building again under his skilled touch.

“Say it, Kira,” he commanded softly.

“I’m yours, Daddy,” I breathed, already surrendering once more.

Damien smiled against my mouth. “That’s my girl.”

As another orgasm slowly built under his fingers, I realized I was falling faster than I should. Deeper into forbidden territory.

And for the first time, I didn’t want to be saved.