Page 14 of Surrender to Sin

“My stomach is officially churned. Go settle the accounts before I cast up mine.”

With Dev’s mocking laughter following him down the hallway, Sin made his way downstairs to the side entrance foyer. A glance at the stately grandfather clock in the corner indicated it was a quarter to eight, and a smile tugged at his lips.

Grace was early.

Although Fallen opened to members at seven o’clock in the evening each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, it didn’t usually get frantically busy until after ten. Now was the perfect time for a tour, to perhaps see a performance or introduce her to the many different pleasure and fantasy rooms.

“Hello, Sin.”

She stood alone in a simple lavender evening gown, her blond curls fastened atop her head with an amethyst clip, small white teeth worrying her lower lip. Thankfully, her black and white satin demi mask sat securely in place as she took in the opulent surroundings, the exquisitely dressed and bejeweled members of the ton laughing and chatting as Diaz checked their tickets and masks at the door.

“Welcome,” he said briskly, taking her gloved hands in his. “Don’t be nervous, although you’ll probably see some shocking things, for the men and women who pay to entertain themselves here have a wide variety of tastes and needs. But let me reassure you that all acts are consensual. No one, staff or guest, is under any compulsion to take part in or watch something they do not wish to.”

Grace trembled, and he used a finger to lift her chin so her sapphire gaze met his. But there was no fear or revulsion there, just banked heat.

“Sin,” she said quietly.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night. I couldn’t concentrate on anything today, even when Lord Baxter made an unexpected tea and lecture visit and stayed two blasted hours. Now I know what it feels like to come, I want…I want more.”

When her voice trailed off, he leaned close and nipped the side of her throat, making her gasp.

“Tell me what more means for you,” he murmured. “This won’t go any further, and it’s not like I’m in any position to judge, so you may as well unburden yourself.”

“It’s shocking. I mean…not usual.”

“Must I invoke penalties for coyness as well as tardiness?”

A dark blush spread across her delicate cheekbones. “Very well. I want to watch. Other ladies, I mean. I want to watch them come, see what they look like, how they sound compared to me.”

“Indeed?”

She nodded, then buried her face in his shoulder. “I’ve never told anyone this, but years ago at my finishing academy, there was another student. A very pretty redhead.”

Christ, yes. “Do continue, my dear. With no detail spared.”

“Well…in secret, we used to practice kissing. For when we made our debuts and waded through countless male admirers, you see. Any spare hour we’d steal away, hold hands, and practice until our lips and tongues hurt.”

“Go on. That is a mild confession.”

“Ha! One evening she loosened my nightgown and kissed my breasts the way she kissed my mouth. I was shocked, but my nipples were so tender, and the way she licked and rubbed them with her tongue felt so good…I didn’t even think about stopping her.”

Resisting the urge to adjust his hardening cock, Sin instead curved his hand around her waist, pulling Grace even closer. “Let me guess. All went well until your body demanded more.”

“Yes,” she whispered, shivering. “When I got hot all over, and that throbbing and dampness started between my legs, I didn’t know why. I was confused and a bit frightened, and the guilt set in that another girl was touching me so intimately. So I pushed her away and ran, avoiding her completely until term break. Not long after, her family moved to Switzerland, so I couldn’t apologize or explore further.”

“And I take it you’ve always regretted missing out on experiencing a girl sucking your nipples or fingering your pussy and making you come? And to do the same for her?”

Grace sighed. “Sometimes I dream about it. What it might be like. And I want to know, I really do.”

He stifled a guttural groan. Like a true masochist, he had to fucking ask, and this sweet, beautiful woman painted a picture of sensuality so erotic his engorged cock was about to split open his trousers. Well. This inequality simply wouldn’t do.

“Come with me,” Sin said abruptly. “We’ll get to your redhead, but you clearly need more than what we’ve done so far.”

“Are we starting the tour?”

“In a manner of speaking,” he replied, tucking Grace’s arm through his and leading her across the marble floor and through the solid oak door leading to the private rooms. They walked along a long, narrow hallway, past several doors, until they reached a bolted one. Sin retrieved a brass key from his waistcoat pocket and unlocked it, then tugged her inside the large, candlelit space.