Lessons in Sin

by Pam Godwin

crave it. But I don’t need it. Not anymore.”

“No. Because I found you. You’re a paradox. You don’t fit any of my predilections. You’re young, innocent, so delicately formed. You contradict every quality that used to arouse me.”

“I want you without cruelty and pain.”

“A little breath play and some red marks are nothing compared to the brutality I inflicted on women.

“No. I didn’t have an ounce of respect for anyone. I never felt possessive of a woman.

Never cared about what they needed or who they fucked.

I was never monogamous. Never emotionally available. I was a monster...

“But with you?” He spoke against my throat. Lips like warm velvet. Voice like cold steel. “I am viciously, reprehensibly possessive of you.”

She glanced down, trying to see between her legs. “I might already be leaking.”

My cock twitched. The only one leaking was me.

“Tell me everything that’s breached this hole.”

“Don’t underestimate me, princess.”

Tinsley was expected to marry Tucker, and I was ready to commit mass murder over it.

“What we can and cannot do is my concern. Your only responsibility is following my order and giving me access to your pussy.”

If she strutted over here and sat on my cock, I would feed it to her, every inch, in any hole she wanted it.

I would go to prison for her.

I would bleed ...

I wondered if there was anything I wouldn’t do for her, and that thought was a t...

She had the power to leve...

“I want this, but I don’t want you to resent me. Your vows…”

For the next hour, I showed her how a sadist made a woman beg.

I couldn’t see his fucking gestures, but in about two seconds, he was going to see my fucking fist.

I barely made it through the next two confessions without putting my fists through the wall.

“He will never touch you. Not him or anyone else.”

His violent, carnal nature lurked in the depths, but his disposition was calmer, more in control.

And that control was a dangerous assault in seduction.

“Oh, princess.” He kept his back to me as his dark chuckle reverberated through the church. “I’m doing this for me.”

“I’m nervous,” I whispered. “You should be.”

Standing behind me, he opened the fly of my jeans and lowered the zipper. “I’m going to tear your pussy in half.”

“If the church catches fire and the walls start bleeding…” His timbre roughened.

“I’m still not stopping. Nothing is going to prevent me from being with you in the way I’ve only ever been in my dreams.”

my mouth with his raspy promise. “You’re getting all of me, baby. There’s no going back.”

“Spread that pussy. I’m gonna go so deep into that.”

“You’re mine, Tinsley. No one’s going to touch you again. No one but me.”

His thrusts deepened, growing harder, punctuating each word with ferocity. “You belong to me. No one else. Mine, Tinsley. Fucking mine. Do you understand?”

As it turned out, the collar hadn’t fixed the cruelty inside me. But it had taught me how to control it.

“Where’s your collar?” “I’m off duty.” “Does that mean no bossiness while we’re here?”

“Okay, Boomer.” She loaded up her arms with bags of food.

“Call me a Boomer again and—” “Boomer.”

I’d waited four months to indulge in her perfect beauty, and I was coming to her after a nine-year dry spell. I was beyond ravenous.

“Happy to help you work through those commitment issues,”

“You’re my first.” I ran my fingers through her hair, content to my marrow. “And my last.”

With the right incentive, I could be a tenacious son of a bitch.

And Tinsley was that incentive.

It was in my nature to keep a firm hold on her. She would call it controlling....

Maybe possessive. Definite...

“I’m going to violate this hole before we leave the mountains.”

“I tied them up, humiliated them, whipped them, choked them, cut them, burned them—”

“I choked her during sex and sent her into cardiac arrest. She was bound and gagged and couldn’t tell me. She died with my hands around her throat.”

If I were a sensitive, insecure man, I would’ve taken issue with it. But I wasn’t.