Page 93 of Saints and Sinners


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Mr. Harris is finding this all quite a bit amusing, and I can't help but feel a bit uncomfortable around him. So, when I drag his son from the room and hear his laughter follow us, I get goosebumps. Of course, I know Oakley spilled his food on purpose, and honestly, I'm glad he did. He wants to get me alone as promised, and right now, I need what this Sinner can do for me, but it seems that his father knows exactly what's going to happen, and that creeps me out.

As soon as we enter the laundry room downstairs, Oakley locks the door and shoves me against the wall by gripping my neck, “You need to learn how to keep your cool, Kitty Cat. Never show when someone is getting to you because they will use it against you in the future.” He nips at my bottom lip, “Now, I'm going to let you go, and you will take my shirt off and drop to your knees to take your penance.”

I raise my eyebrow at him, “My penance?”

“Yes, Kitty Cat. You were a bad girl at dinner, giving your mother attitude. Now, you will be punished for it. I don't care if she deserved it; the Lady of Sin must always keep herself in check at all times.”

“I'm not your Lady of Sin. I haven't agreed to it,” I'm so turned on right now that my words come out breathlessly.

“We say you are, and even though you are still in training, you will soon see that you are, in fact, the Lady of the Lords, and you, Kitty Cat, will love every minute of it.” His hand slithers down into my pants, and he chuckles, “That's what I fucking thought.”

Stepping away, his fingers are slick as he pulls them from my pants. Instantly, I pull his shirt off him and drop to my knees. I will give him what he wants because I need him to give me what I want, and the sooner I let him fuck my mouth, the sooner he will drive his thick cock into me and get me off as promised.

My fingers fumble briefly as I hurry to open his jeans. His hardness is evident through his pants, and I feel a bit powerful knowing that I do this to him. It's one thing for a guy to want me; I'm used to that, but with these Lords, I get the feeling that they need me. They will never say so, but I can see it at certain times and how Fynn finally kissed me last night. That wasn't out of want...but out of need.

Oakley's cock springs forward once I release it, and I take a moment to gaze up at him. He reminds me of a God, with his ripped abs and well-defined chest, looking down on me and waiting to be served. He's breathing heavily, anticipating the feel of my mouth wrapped around him, and I'm more than happy to serve my Lord of Sin at this moment.

Reaching out, I wrap my hand around his girth and squeeze. His breath intake doesn't go unnoticed, so I do it once more before opening my mouth and swallowing him as much as possible. Of course, it's not good enough for him, and I know he will soon take my head and push himself in further until he's deep in my throat.

“Are you ready for your penance, Kitty Cat?” His jaw is clenched as he asks, and with a mouthful of his cock, I nod. “Good girl.”

He does exactly as I thought, pushing his way in until I feel him deep. He waits until I struggle because I can't breathe before he pulls out. I only have a fraction of a second to take in a breath before he starts fucking my mouth hard.

I clasp my hands behind my back because I know it's how Oakley likes it when he uses my mouth this way. He says it will keep me from using my hands to try and play with my pussy, and he's right. Whenever they take me like this, I drip, and all I want is to touch myself.

Before he can spill in my throat, he pulls away and yanks me up, “I want to fill this cunt up with my seed, not your mouth. I want you dripping with my cum when we go back upstairs to our parents.” He spins me around and bends me over the washing machine.

“Oakley...”

“Shut the fuck up, Kitty Cat. I know you want this. You are a slut for my cock, and me fucking you in your family home is turning you on, isn't it?” He's rough as he pulls my jeans down to my knees.

“Fuck yes!”

I hear him snicker, “You are such a bad girl, Kitty Cat. Are you going to scream for me?”

“Yes...”

“Well, I guess we had better gag you then,” I feel him rip my panties from me, and shoving them into my mouth, he says, “Here, taste yourself as I fuck the shit out of you.”

He lines his cock up to my entrance, and I moan as he slams into me. He repositions me so my feet no longer touch the floor, and he doesn't have to bend at the knees. Taking my arms, he brings them to my lower back and grips them tightly as he hammers into me. I can't move in this position and don't want to. I love when these Sinners take me the way they do when I can't do anything about it.

There is a pause, and I feel him pull my right leg from the confinement of my jeans, and he brings it upward, draping it over his arm. When he slams into me next, he gets so deep that I scream through the gag. He laughs.

“That's what I like to hear, Kitty Cat.” He continues fucking me just like that until I'm coming all over his cock.

There is no way my parents aren't hearing this, and it brings me some joy knowing that their baby girl is being used in their own home by one of the men they gave me to. I do feel bad about my father, but he isn't innocent in delivering me to the Lords, either.

“Scream for me, Kitty Cat. Let your parents know who owns you now. Let them see what they signed their precious little girl up for...scream for me!” He growls through a clenched jaw as he pounds into me.

”FUCK, OAKLEY...YES!! I'M COMING...AGH!” I see stars this time and feel the slight pain of him fucking me so deep.

He continues taking me until I finally feel him start to swell and his body tense, “Milk me, slut. Take every last fucking drop.”

I do exactly as he tells me to, and I clench myself around him, milking him as he releases his load deep inside. I moan, feeling his hot seed fill me up. It's already running down my legs; that's how much I've milked him. I feel a little pitter-patter in my chest, knowing I did precisely what he wanted me to do, and that's when he says those two little words.

“Good girl.”

Oakley pulls my jeansback up and says, “Don't fucking clean yourself until I say.” He then disappears while I go to the mirror above the sink in the laundry room and try to fix the makeup now smudged all over my face.

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