Page 3 of His Sinner

Her breath catches. “You must be a witch because these hands are magical.”

I chuckle. “You must be a goddess because these tits were made to be worshipped.”

“That’s right. I am,” she simpers.

After I gently massage her breasts and stomach, her body tightens again as she anticipates my hands between her legs. Instead, I pour water over her head and rub shampoo into her hair.

She groans. “Few things are better than a scalp massage.”

“What things are better?” I tease.

“A tongue massage.”

My cock twitches at the memory of my tongue between her legs. I’ll give her that massage soon enough.

After rinsing the shampoo from her hair, I bend her knees up to knead at the tight muscles in her legs. She groans at the strain when I wash her foot but bites back her complaint once my fingers dig into the soles. Every inch of her is so soft, so pliable, surrendering to even my lightest touch.

When I nudge her knees back down into the water, my muse groans. “This is the best massage I’ve ever had, and you haven’t even grazed my pussy.”

“We need to save the best for last, don’t we?”

My hand slips down into the water, sliding across her parted thighs until finally dipping between her legs. One hand massages her inner thigh while the other rubs gently at her clit, already swollen and ready for me. Her breath hitches and she grips my legs to anchor herself.

I suck on the freshly cleaned skin on her neck as she moans for me. “Correction,” she pants. “This is the best massage I’ve ever gotten.”

The hand on her inner thigh slips down, and I slide a finger inside her, massaging her pussy. She’s so tight and tense, her walls grip my finger in a chokehold. She whimpers.

“Are you going to come like this, muse?” I murmur in her ear.

“I could,” she admits, breathless. “But I want to come on your cock.”

There she is. My muse. Inviting me into her body. Soon, she’ll invite me into her heart.

“Do you trust me? It’s very important that you trust me, Briar.”

In order to do to her what I have planned, to earn her love, I need her trust.

She takes a moment to consider. The silence falling between us makes my spine go rigid until she utters, “I’m trying.”

My eyes fall briefly shut at the small victory. We’re making progress. Soon, she’ll trust me completely. With her heart, body, and soul.

“Then get on your hands and knees.”

Briar does as she’s told, water sloshing as she tips forward, hands sinking beneath the water as her back and ass rise out. She is glistening and eager for me, a magnificent sight I long to devour.

I caress her ass in my hands. So smooth and slick, begging to be taken. “What’s our safe word, muse?”

“We shouldn’t need a safe word,” she snipes.

My fingers reach up to pinch and twist her nipple. She yelps. “If we don’t need a safe word, you’re not ready for what I’m going to do to you.”

“Grave.”

“Grave?”

Her eyes blaze as she glares at me over her shoulder. “As in, that’s the next place you’ll find yourself if you keep doing that to me.”

My grin stretches from ear to ear. “Perfect.”

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