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Sapphira's Sin

By: CharmingVixen



Vacation time again, Sapphira thought, as she packed her small suitcase in the trunk of her car for her annual stay at her parent's cabin in Colorado. Another lonely vacation out in the middle of nowhere by herself. 

Humming along with the radio, Sapphira drove the four hour trip thinking of how her life was passing her by and how she had yet to have a meaningful relationship or mind blowing sex. 

Arriving at the cottage, Sapphira realized she was hungry. She spent a few minutes checking the cabinets, surprised to find they were well stocked. She remembered something about her parents hiring a caretaker for the cabin, but she couldn't quite remember precisely what had been said. The caretaker came twice a week and cleaned and aired the place out. Apparently he was some neighbor they had met a few months back. Sapphira didn't see how that could be as the nearest cabin was two miles away, but the place seemed to be well taken care of. Sapphira heated up a can of soup and then sat in front of the fire mulling over her life. 

After staring into the flames for a while, Sapphira decided it was time to do something about her dissatisfaction, even if she had to do it for herself. She took off her slacks and blouse and lay down on the rug in front of the fireplace. 

She began to caress her breasts and stroke her thigh. Finding the sensations pleasurable, Sapphira made a gradual path from her thigh to her pussy, circling her clit with alternating squeezes and strokes of her pussy lips. Her breath quickened and she closed her eyes as the pleasure took over. She began panting and moaning at her own ministrations and was on the edge of climaxing when she heard a sound.

Sapphira opened her eyes, looking in the direction the noise had come from, but not removing or stopping her hands from their set tasks. 

She looked up into a pair of dark eyes glazed with desire. His desire excited her and she began to stroke herself faster and her breath became shallower. 

The man began to walk towards Sapphira and upon reaching her; he leaned down and ripped the panties from around her legs. He then removed the bra from her, all the while watching her pleasure herself. "Cum for me," he demanded. And she did. Hard and fast; the orgasm went on and on with Sapphira crying out her pleasure.

As Sapphira started to recede from her emotive high, she began to realize the peril she was undoubtedly in. She was naked with a man she did not know and if his growing hardness was anything to go by she was in danger of being taken, against her will if she resisted. Dumbfounded by the situation she found herself in, Sapphira asked the first question that came to mind, "Who are you?" 

He gave a knowing smirk, and answered, "Sin. So you'll know what name to scream the next time you come." Having said that, Sin grasped her thighs and leaned in between her legs and began to lick her with ferocious swift strokes, his tongue wreaking havoc on her already sensitized nerves.

Sapphira gave a token protest and tried to twist away. Sin grabbed both her wrists and held them while he continued his decadent tasting. He thrust his tongue into her and licked her up and down until he came to her delicious clit and began to suck on that again. 

Over and over he repeated the process until she was crazy with need and desire. "Please," Sapphira begged. 

"Please what," Sin asked, continuing his task, sucking her clit furiously causing Sapphira to cry out in wild abandonment. 

"Please let me cum. Please make me come," she screamed. 

Sin smiled, "You only had to ask." 

Sin released her wrists and thrust two fingers into her at the same time flicking his tongue swiftly across her clit causing her to cum harder than before, calling out his name in the midst of her pleasure. Sin continued to lick her gently until she began to come down from her orgasm. 

Sin quickly shed his clothes and returned to the carpet. He hauled Sapphira up and turned her over onto her stomach. Sin wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her so that her ass was high in the air. Before Sapphira could even fathom what he was about, he thrust into her hot dripping cunt, causing her to begin her moaning and thrashing all over again. 

Sin continued pounding furiously at her cunt causing Sapphira to cum with another screaming orgasm. Still Sin did not stop pounding into her. Again and again he thrust deeply and withdrew, his thrusts becoming faster and faster, harder and harder. Sapphira continued to cry his name and gasp and plead for mercy as she crested onto yet another plane of pleasure. 

Sin felt his own pleasure mounting and as he began to cum he withdrew out of Sapphira and came all over her beautiful ass and backside. 

They collapsed onto each other as they struggled to catch their breath. 

Sin recovered faster than Sapphira and began to massage his cum into her back and her breasts and in between her legs foundling her in the process. He bent down and kissed her on the neck and whispered in her ear, "Wear my perfume and think of me." Having said that, Sin dressed as swiftly as he had undressed and left without another word.

Sapphira's Sin Ch. 02



Sapphira sat at her desk staring sightlessly at her monitor as her thoughts again returned to the time in Colorado. She couldn't seem to get past her suddenly daring nature, the amazing sex, the handsome stranger, the list went on. Sapphira had taken to masturbating regularly and had purchased a variety of sex toys, but nothing helped to ease the ever present ache. 

Sapphira's fingers itched to open her bottom drawer and draw out her latest purchase -- a dual stimulating vibrator. It would only be the second time she had used it at work. Sapphira tried hard to control herself until lunch breaks or until after work, not liking the necessity of having to be quiet. 

Sapphira turned her head in acknowledgement of a soft knock on the door, irritated by the interruption of her silent reverie. 

Sapphira sat back in her chair and started flipping through her Financial Times in order to look busy before issuing a command to enter. Sapphira's secretary stood poised in the doorway, as though unsure of whether she wanted to come in or not. Sapphira fixed an easy smile on her face, aware that she had been behaving out of character recently, moody and restless.

Kya hovered in Sapphira's doorway before deciding to enter halfway. She stopped a few feet from Sapphira's desk with a muttered apology and some mumbled words about a visitor. Sapphira looked sharply at Kya. She had expressly said no visitors today, and if anyone called or stopped by to say that she wasn't in. 

"If it is not the CEO, COO, or CPSO, then get rid of them," Sapphira instructed coldly. 

Kya darted out the door as quickly as she could with another mumbled apology. 

Sapphira put the newspaper she had been clutching down. She wasn't in the mood for company, and neither was she in the mood for work, she admitted reluctantly. Only one thing could help improve her disposition and it would hardly be prudent to take off in the middle of the work week without any advance notice that she needed a vacation. Besides, part of her duties as the CFO was to ensure that everything was in perfect financial order for the upcoming audit, and Sapphira never shirked her duties. 

Sapphira turned determinedly back to her computer screen, and began running through files to check that all was as it should be. Another knock on the door had Sapphira sighing in pure frustration and stomping over to the door and throwing it open forcefully. 

Of course Kya stood there, cowering. "I am really sorry to bother you a second time, but the young man indicated that it was impolite to ---."

Sapphira took a deep breath to curb her annoyance. Kya was too young and too shy by far, and even as she stood there mumbling only God knows what she was blushing. Sapphira cursed the day her previous secretary had gotten married and left her with only Kya for support. "I can't understand you when you mumble," Sapphira informed Kya.

"He said," Kya began again, "that it was impolite to keep one's lover waiting." 

Sapphira felt her blood boil just thinking of anyone saying such a thing to her secretary. She had a reputation for being dependable, sensible, and reliable, not some modern day vamp who thought she could do it all and have it all. Now this man, whoever he was, had her secretary thinking she slept around every spare moment she had. 

Sapphira could tell by the look on Kya's face that she was embarrassed, but worse than that, Kya's eyes were glittering with the knowledge that she had a juicy piece of gossip. 

Sapphira could not let such a slur on her character go unpunished and quickly determined in her mind what steps to take to minimize the negative impact this could have. The silence between Kya and Sapphira held for another few moments, and finally Sapphira broke the strained silence. 

"I see," Sapphira silkily replied. "My lover," she repeated, paying the last word special attention, as though she couldn't resist lingering over the syllables. "Why didn't you just say so," Sapphira smiled like a poisonous snake. "Bring him in."

Sapphira sat back at her desk, waiting to see who would dare. 

Kya returned a few moments later, and was present to see the blood drain from Sapphira's face as her mystery "lover" was revealed. Kya quickly excused herself and shut the two of them in together. 

"Sin," Sapphira bit out on a shocked gasp. 

"None other," he agreed wryly. 

Sapphira could not believe her eyes. Here she was fantasizing about him, and he just turned up in her office looking good enough to eat. And then reality returned. 

Sapphira hadn't told Sin her name or anything about herself and yet here he stood. What did that say about him?

"How did you find me." Sapphira asked warily.

"The usual way," Sin answered with a grin, "I asked your parents where you lived and worked. Your mother was only too happy to tell me, as she thinks you need to settle down, and sees me as the perfect candidate." 

Sapphira rolled her eyes. How like her mother to sell her out to a stranger. A stranger who had sex with anything on legs apparently.

"Did you know who I was when you had sex with me," Sapphira asked.

"No, I didn't," Sin replied, "But it really didn't matter who you were, I was going to taste that pussy before letting you leave."

Sapphira felt a fire start between her legs at his words, and tried to still her excitement. Sin had the look of a sexual predator and just one wrong move, one revealed look of excitement, and he would take advantage. 

"Well it's nice to know I'm still wanted," Sapphira rejoined saucily. 

Sapphira sat tensely in her chair waiting for Sin to make the next move, to say something, but she waited in vain. Sin was born of patience and stood quietly, although he was visually stripping her of her clothes, Sapphira noted. Sapphira eyed him back, noticing he looked even better in the warm light of day. His dark hair and cool gray eyes were wildly erotic, while his hard body and gold skin gave him an air of the exotic. Sapphira was hard pressed not to get up and ask to run her tongue all over his torso. 

Sin watched Sapphira's eyes darken, knowing what she was thinking, what she was wanting. He preferred her naked in front of a fire, but her bronze hair and pale skin was an excellent compliment with her mauve suit. Her midnight blue eyes continued to spark with fire as her thought reached a new level. Sin knew she was as ready as he, and that he could have her at that very moment.

Sapphira broke the silence with her husky voice, "Sin, this has all been riveting, but if you came for no other reason than to let me know you had a great time and to make sure I survived the ordeal, then consider your mission complete. I'm really very busy and I must ask you to leave." Sapphira rose from her seat to walk over to the door, but Sin grabbed her arm before she could step past him. 

Sapphira whirled around in panic and excitement. Panic won out as the reality of her environment sunk in, and the fact that her secretary was still outside her door, probably calling everyone she knew with this breaking news. 

"Just who the hell do you think you are? Get our hands off of me," Sapphira demanded.

"I would," Sin baited, "But I know how frustrating you would find that." 

Sin backed Sapphira up against her desk and tipped her over onto it, so her bottom was resting on the edge. 

"Stop," Sapphira issued as she began to struggle against Sin's hold on her arm. 

Sin easily subdued Sapphira's struggles through the expediency of taking hold of both her wrists and lowering them to her sides. He held them there as he pressed his body into hers, ensuring he made an impression. Sapphira immediately stilled her struggles as she realized it only served to further his purpose. The tips of her breasts were pressing against his chest every time she moved, and he had insinuated himself between her legs to the point where her skirt was riding almost to her waist.

Sin looked down at the top of Sapphira's thighs. She was wearing thigh highs, and a thin pair of wispy panties. Sin could see the light hairs between her thighs as though she were wearing nothing and he hardened at the thought of her tender flesh so near and vulnerable. Sin looked up into Sapphira's eyes and laughed.

"What is so funny," she demanded.

"You," Sin replied. "Everything about you. You are so sensible and stalwart. Even the sweet little curly hairs down here," he paused, letting his hand slide under her panties, "Are neat and in order. If I didn't know any better I would think you had these lines measured as acute angles before you allowed the waxing." 

Sapphira bristled under his lightly stroking fingers, at once aroused and angry in the same breath. Sin ran his thumb along the crease closer to her entrance, smoothing her juices over her pouting lips. He used his other fingers to lightly brush against the hood of her clit to expose it for his purposes. 

Sapphira's eyes drifted closed as she relaxed into his caress, and Sin took advantage of her momentary pliancy and gave a firm tug against her panties, ripping them off of her. Sapphira's eyes flew open and she immediately began to fight against him. Sin restrained her wrists again, and lay with his mouth very near hers. Sapphira moved to lift her knee in retribution, which Sin quickly sidestepped, and then moved in closer to restrain the amount of damage she could do with her legs and feet. 

"Don't do this," Sapphira beseeched, trying to make Sin see reason. Sin moved his left leg back and forth, deriving great pleasure knowing that each time he moved his leg, his slacks rubbed against Sapphira's swelled pussy lips and her clit. 

Sapphira lay underneath Sin struggling to control the waves of pleasure that were gently running through her each time he brushed against her. This was what she had wanted. Why was she fighting it, she questioned herself. And as quickly refuted those thoughts with more rational ones. The door was unlocked, her skirt around her waist, her panties on the floor, and a stranger between her legs. What would happen if Kya walked in?

Sapphira's thoughts quickly switched back to Sin as his voice broke her reverie. "Sapphira, why are you fighting this? Why are you fighting me? I know you want this. I can tell by how wet you are that you were thinking of me before I came in. Or do you mean to tell me that this is for someone else," Sin chided, releasing Sapphira's wrists to run his hands between her legs, one parting her lips, the other running between her lush folds to come back drenching wet. 

Sapphira said nothing, only looking in mute fascination as he brought his finger to his mouth. "I love the taste of you," Sin whispered, "But you must know that by now."

Sin brought his wet finger back between her legs and swirled it around her clit, before burying it inside of her. Sapphira arched off the edge of the desk in an effort to get closer to the source of pleasure. Sin withdrew his finger, before thrusting it back in, this time joined by two of its mates. When Sapphira moaned in response and continued to lift towards his hand, Sin added a fourth finger. 

Sapphira thrashed wildly under Sin, moaning her pleasure. She circled one of her hands around his forearm to keep him close, and perched on the other one for balance as she leaned back towards her desk. Sin stared down at her in pleasure, loving her decadent nature that she couldn't hope to hide or deny. 

"How would you like me to make you cum this first time," Sin asked in mild interest, knowing he could do just about anything to her and she would still have a screaming orgasm all over her desk. 

Sapphira remained mute except for her repeated murmurs of encouragement, breathless sighs, and sultry moans. 

"Answer me, or I'll use my imagination," Sin mildly threatened. 

Sapphira tried to still her racing thoughts to latch on to any one thought long enough to answer his question. After a few seconds, her mind lighted on a possibility. An erotic self-indulgent proposition. 

Sapphira leaned further over on her desk as Sin continued to pleasure her with his rough finger fucking. She opened a small decorative box on her desk and pulled out a diminutive key, which she used to unlock her desk drawers. Sin stared at her with passion glazed eyes as she opened the drawer and revealed her choice. 

Sin laughed down at Sapphira as he saw what she pulled out. "An Impulse Vibrator, huh," Sin mocked.

"Well, a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do," Sapphira defended, handing him the toy. 

Sin was no stranger to girls and their toys and he quickly turned the rotating head to full power and the vibrator on high, and replaced his fingers with the device. Sapphira's moans grew dramatically louder as he thrust it deeper and harder into her sopping channel. Sapphira grabbed the edge of her desk and leaned all the way on her back as a shuttering orgasm ripped through her. Sin gave her no mercy as he pushed the vibrator all the way in and held it there as Sapphira continued to fall apart before him. 

Sin gradually removed the stimulation from Sapphira after a time, and smoothed soft kisses on her neck and ears. When Sapphira finally had the strength return to her limbs she tried to push Sin away. "How could you," she yelled. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Oh, I have every idea," Sin answered calmly, with erotic undertones, restraining Sapphira. "And don't even think of getting up. I'm going to fuck your brains out, and then we'll go for lunch."

"Are you crazy," Sapphira shrieked, a mere decibel from yelling again. 

"I shouldn't' think so," Sin replied sardonically, "But watching you cum all over this desk has made me harder than I can remember and I intend to do something about it." Sin put pressure on Sapphira's shoulders to return her to an indolent position on the desk. Sapphira tried to refuse him, but Sin quickly made the situation clear. 

"Either lay back and accept what I'm about to do to you, or I'll hold you down and make you endure what I'm about to do, but either way you will not get up from this desk."

"How you can even say that when my secretary probably just heard me screaming the place down? I'm sure she won't keep a secret like that to herself, and now you expect me to just lie back while you complete round two," Sapphira snapped.

"Your secretary isn't out there," Sin returned.

"Do you think I'm stupid," Sapphira asked.

"Not necessarily. In fact I'm sure you're not, but you are making some pretty foolish decisions right now denying us both an orgasm."

Sapphira glared daggers into his eyes, but refused to comment.

"I sent your secretary away. No one knows what just went on here, but you and I," Sin placated, before busying his hands unbuttoning Sapphira's jacket. 

"You sent her away," Sapphira retorted, all smart mouth and attitude. "You expect me to believe you told her to go and she just went. Tell me, Mr. Big Shout Sin, why would she leave just because you told her to?"

"Who is the CEO of this organization, Sapphira," Sin questioned.

"Mr. Anthony Rockefeller. He had a heart attack last week. So what," Sapphira insolently answered.

"So, he called me in as acting CEO, and the board approved the motion this past Friday. If I'm not mistaken you were at that meeting."

Sapphira's eyes widened in dismay. It couldn't be. "The board didn't vote you in. We voted in Mr. Rockefeller's son."

"I am that son," Sin argued. "No, you're not. You can't be," Sapphira denied. "Anthony's son's name is Vincent," she finished with her best So There face.

"I was christened Vincent Anthony Rockefeller," Sin informed. "I picked up the nickname at college, and I have been called such ever since. I really can't see it making any difference as to what is about to happen right now. I'm only telling you so that you can relax. Kya's gone."

Sapphira tried again to push Sin off. "I will not sleep with my boss," Sapphira denied hotly.

"I'm not your boss right now, I'm you lover," Sin emphasized by pulling her suit jacket off of her shoulders and pulling her blouse from her skirt. 

"If you are who you say you are, then why didn't Kya say as much the first time," Sapphira asked, not willing to be seduced or subdued by Sin's efforts.

"Because she didn't know until I told her when she came back with her tepid excuse about your busy schedule. I told her to issue that crack about your lover because I knew it would get to you. She has orders to keep anything she may have learned here today to herself or to find herself another job" Sin responded while unzipping his pants.

Sapphira subsided underneath him, deciding to allow this one session, and then to tell him where he could go in the aftermath. 

Sin ran his hands up the back of Sapphira's thighs before cupping her ass and drawing her infinitely closer to where he wanted her. Sin rested the tip of his penis at Sapphira's entrance, watching her shift restlessly under him.

"What are you waiting for," Sapphira demanded after an instant or two of waiting. "If you're going to do this, then do it. I still have work to do," she tacked on saucily. 

Sin needed no further encouragement. Her invitation, no matter how ungraciously phrased, was all the incentive he needed. Sin pushed into Sapphira's depths and withdrew almost as quickly, causing the breath to catch in the back of Sapphira's throat as the pleasure washed over her. "More," she moaned, raising herself to meet his thrusts. 

Sapphira tightened her inner muscles as Sin slid out, knowing it would push her faster towards orgasm. Sin could feel Sapphira's muscles tightening around him giving him the most exquisite pleasure, but also denying him his innate desire to be in control. Sin hooked Sapphira's knees over his arms lifting her pelvis higher in the air and immediately catapulting her to a world of concentrated pleasure that he controlled. 

Sin leaned over Sapphira's sweat slicked body and nuzzled her neck, whispering erotic words to her as he continued to thrust. Promising her another shattering orgasm, whispering the various ways he wanted to possess her, licking her tender spots. Sapphira found herself hanging on the edge of a climax with no way free. She reached out and forced her hands under Sin's shirt so she could scratch him to make her demands and restlessness known. 

Sin looked into Sapphira's glazed eyes and felt himself harden further as he took in her elusive sensuality and her willingness to revel in her enjoyment. One of Sin's hands traveled to Sapphira's clit as he continued to thrust so he could touch her slick folds. "I love how wet you are; I love the taste of your pussy. It would almost be worth it to pull out of you to taste the heat of your passion again" Sin commented, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. 

Sapphira shuddered underneath him in the beginning stages of an orgasm, and as the wave took her over, her convulsing muscles took him with her. They lay together for a moment trying to catch their breath. 

Sapphira was the first to regain her composure and pushed Sin off of her. It didn't improve her mood any to realize that she had only succeeded in pushing him off because he let her. 

Sapphira moved away from Sin as she straightened out her clothes, and put her jacket back on. She picked her panties up off the floor and wiped the residual cum from between her legs. Sin had straightened his clothes out by this time and recomposed himself. He moved over to Sapphira and took the panties from her before she could dispose of them, tucking them into the front pocket on his shirt behind his handkerchief. 

Sapphira didn't even waste the effort to try and retrieve them. She had bigger points to argue. "I will not be your sex toy or private entertainment at work, nor do I ever wish to see you again outside of work," she finished.




Sapphira's Sin Ch. 02



"If wished were horses, then beggars would ride," he taunted, "But as wishes have no foundation in this life, neither too do yours. You will have sex with me as often as I wish it," he promised.

"You can't hold my job over my head, and if it's a problem then I'll quit and file a sexual harassment suit," she threw at him.

"Very believable denial, but futile nonetheless," Sin refuted. "You will have sex with me again, but not as part of your job, or because I'm your boss; you'll do it because you can't help yourself, and I'll keep pursuing you because I can't help myself." 

"It's just sex," Sapphira exclaimed. "What's the big deal? I'm sure you've had better, and will have better again. I'm begging you to walk out that door right now, and to never come near me again."

"Have dinner with me tonight," Sin invited.

"Did you not just hear a word I just said," Sapphira asked impatiently. "I don't want to see you again. I don't want to think of you. I want nothing more to do with you."

"Well that's too bad. You'll have to see me for at least the next two weeks in a work capacity, starting this afternoon. I've called a mandatory Director's Meeting at 2:00 p.m. and I expect you, as my CFO, to be there."

"I'll be there with my resignation in hand," Sapphira assured.

"Quitting won't kill or stop what is between us. It will probably just make me pursue you more knowing you're not one of my staff. Although, if you quit, I would miss little spontaneous sessions like this one throughout the day." Sin's eyes darkened as his mind returned to what had just transpired and his body hardened again.

Sapphira backed up a step, and turned away altogether after a moment, unable to witness his desire without it starting up a similar reaction in herself. Her eyes fell on the vibrator as she turned and she moved to put it away. 

"Just think about what I've said," Sin invited, as he moved towards the door. 

Sapphira sank down behind her desk as she heard the soft click of her door shutting behind Sin. She immediately obeyed Sin's last edict to think about what he had said. Unlimited sex with Sin, now that was a dream come true. Sleeping with the boss, a media nightmare just waiting to happen. Or she could just spend her days with her vibrator. How satisfying would that be knowing she could have the real thing? Sapphira leaned back in her chair and turned to her computer. 

The time revealed that it was already 1:30 p.m. Not enough time to go out and buy a new pair of panties before the big meeting. Not enough to write her resignation letter either. Just enough time to put in a quick call to her mother to thank her for her meddling, and then she was off to the meeting. 

Her mother picked up on the third ring. "Hi mom," Sapphira greeted.

"Sapphira honey, how are you," her mother responded. 

Sapphira almost cursed under her breath as her mother allowed a pregnant pause to settle in. Sapphira knew her mother well. Her mother was playing the game, waiting for her to reveal whether or not she had met up with Sin or not. 

"I understand you gave my personal information out to a stranger," Sapphira started. "Don't you think that's pushing the limits of what is permissible in your bid to sell me off."

"It wasn't like that dear," her mother placated. "Sin is a very respectable young man, and quite frankly I found him rather delightful." Another long pause. "Besides," her mother tried again, "He gave me the impression you two had met during your weekend there and you were playing hard to get and had refused to give him information about yourself, but that you two had gotten quite close."

"He said what," Sapphira exploded in fury.

"Nothing untoward, you understand," her mother pacified, "But he did say you shared a kiss." 

Sapphira bristled further at this information. A kiss was about the only thing they hadn't shared. 

"I see," Sapphira issued, her standard phrase to fill in blank spots in conversations. "Well, I've met up with him again, and we talked, but I don't expect to see any more of him, and I would thank you kindly not to give my information out in future," Sapphira finished. 

"If that's what you want dear. I was only trying to help," her mother offered.

"Yes, well, I appreciate that. Listen, I have to go. Meeting and all that, but I'll see you next weekend," Sapphira finished cheerily before ringing off. 

Sapphira gathered up her things for the meeting before heading to the restroom to ensure that all was in order before attending the meeting. Here goes nothing, she thought to herself.



Sapphira's Sin Ch. 03



Sapphira rode the elevator up the executive floor with a calm expression on her face as she exchanged pleasantries with the Director of Human Resources and the Director of Finance. Both complimented her on her presentation at the previous board meeting, and indicated their pleasure at the newly appointed CEO. Sapphira made what she thought were noises of agreement. She released a sigh of relief when the elevator doors finally opened and she was free from their cloying conversation about the "new and highly respectable CEO." 

Sapphira stopped short when she entered the boardroom. Their name plates were already out and placed around the table. Normally they were all lined up on the sideboard and the staff picked them up as they went to chose a seat. Sapphira was less than surprised to find that her name plate was conveniently on the left of the CEO's. 

Logically she couldn't fault his strategic move. It almost appeared as though he had lined them up according to rank in the company with him at the head of the table, and the VP at the other end. The Chief Public Support Officer was to the CEO's right. The Director's were littered down the table with their Assistant Director's directly to their left. But she new better than to trust that this was all conveniently arranged so that he wouldn't forget their names. He was much too clever for that. Sapphira took her seat with a silent groan, hoping the impossible, that he just wouldn't show up. 

Shortly after everyone had helped themselves to refreshments and taken their seats, Sin came into the room. He sat down and immediately got to work, outlining his plan for the upcoming weeks to ensure that there was no negative impact from his father's being out of commission. He gave an update on his father's health and then invited each department head to give an update on where their department was and what their upcoming plans were. 

Sapphira watched him in awe as he quickly revealed that he was in fact the best choice for the position. He showed a sharp mind, and a clear understanding of the company goals and the business world at large. Even the VP bowed to Sin's superior authority. 

Sapphira had resolutely turned her head away from Sin, giving almost ludicrous attention to the Director of Marketing in her efforts to ignore Sin. She let out a slight gasp when she felt a cool hand connect with her knee. Those closest to her turned to glance in her direction and she quickly patted her throat to indicate it was dry, before lifting her glass of water to her mouth. When all eyes had turned away, she turned a very dark look on Sin, demanding that he take his hand off her. His eyes touched on her for a second before glancing back down the table, indicating that she should do the same. 

Sapphira moved a hand down to her knee to remove his, when he startled her by asking a question that required her to flip through her notes. She did so noting that his hand climbed higher as she was temporarily deprived the use of her hands to free herself from his hold. She went hot all over just thinking about where it was going. Having produced her answer; all eyes turned back to the Director of Marketing as he finished his summary. 

Sapphira quickly moved her hand back down to intercept his, but her punitive strength was no match for his and he moved despite the restraining hand on his wrist, finding his way under the edge of her skirt. Sapphira's breath caught in her throat as she frantically tried to think of a way to stop him. Her eyes fixed on her glass of water. Maybe she should just throw it in his face. Her lips quirked up at the thought. 

Sin showed no mercy for her momentary lapse in attention, and slid one finger up her crease, smiling his own secret smile that she was still wet for him. He swirled that same searching finger around her clit before moving it down to her dripping opening. 

Sapphira turned angry cold eyes on him, daring him to proceed, knowing he couldn't be so audacious. Sapphira quickly found out that Sin had no shame. He inserted the lone finger with two of its mates in a slow thrusting motion. Sapphira shifted in her chair, her breath catching in the back of her throat. He knew she loved it. He also knew this was hardly the time or the place, but couldn't seem to help himself. From the moment he had thought about touching her this way in the board meeting he was lost to all reason.

He watched Sapphira's eyes glaze over as she shifted her hips slightly closer to his contact, and spread her thighs just the least bit wider. Sin felt himself swell in response to her uncommonly lusty nature. He pulled his fingers out of her, delighting in the deprived look she turned on him when he pulled his hand away. He brought his fingers up and wiped them on his handkerchief, a move which only Sapphira noticed. She turned away in anger. He couldn't get his fill of the taste of her earlier, and now he wiped his hands of her. 

Sapphira felt a wave of confusion sweep over as she thought of her demeaning behavior. What had he done to her? Sapphira vowed to herself that she wouldn't let him do that to her again, turn her into someone she didn't even recognize, and resolutely switched her mind off from feeling his presence and his animal magnetism. 

Sapphira jumped slightly as she again felt his hand on her thigh. He was content to leave her alone as long as she welcomed his caresses, but when she turned away he felt he had the right to tease her? His behavior was absolutely outrageous and Sapphira vowed not to let him get away with it again. Before she could even think twice about her actions, Sapphira knocked her glass of water on his lap. 

She didn't have to work hard to produce the look of shocked dismay that followed as he rose swiftly from his seat when the cold hit his lap. "Oh my God," she issued in mock horror. "I am so sorry," she apologized swiftly and profusely. "How clumsy of me," she indicated, swiping at him with a handkerchief one of the other staff members had provided. 

Sin's eyes darkened with rage as he took in the unholy glee dancing in Sapphira's eyes. She had done it deliberately, the little minx, but he wasn't about to let her get away with it. 

Sin laughed ruefully, and indicated that the meeting would have to reconvene the following morning in light of his predicament. The other executive staff members laughed and murmured appropriately apologetic phrases and stood to leave the room. Sin lightly trapped Sapphira's wrist before she could move to leave. "I would like a word with you, if you please," he politely enquired for the sake of the others, but Sapphira could feel the band of steel behind his light clasp and knew she couldn't escape if she wanted to.

She fixed a coolly polite smile on her face, and issued the only response she could, "Yes, alright," she agreed, taking her seat. 

Sin waited until all the other staff had exited the room before turning on Sapphira. "Clearly that display of anger was because I didn't give you what you wanted," he snapped angrily, dragging her up from the chair and pushing her onto the table. 

"Stop it," she denied him, not liking his anger, or the ways in which it was manifesting itself. 

"Don't play hard to get now. You were a pushover this past weekend," he insulted. "What kind of a woman sleeps with a stranger," he asked rhetorically. The answer, a whore, hung between them. Sapphira shrank back from his rage. 

"Don't worry," he consoled, "I will fulfill all your desires now," Sin promised, pushing her skirt up around her waist, bending down to taste her. Sapphira jerked up off the table as his mouth again met her already sensitive flesh. Sapphira couldn't help spreading her legs further and allowing his all knowing mouth to complete its task. She arched her back further off the table when Sin circled his tongue around her clit, almost like a small child playing ring around the rosies. His tongue chased tiny circles around her clit until she thought she would die from the pleasure. 

Sin pushed a finger deep into her, swiftly pushing her over the edge. He lifted his head to watch her lost in her pleasure. Her face contorted with passion, her body arching and lifting. Sin bent down to lick and nibble on the inside of her thigh as she began to come down from her high. The second the last shudder chased through her body, Sin lifted her off the table and position her face down bent over it. "Brace yourself with your hands," he demanded, reaching down to free himself, eager to possess her. 

Sapphira didn't need a second invitation, and leaned low over the table, bracing herself on her elbows. Sin leaned over her, sliding in her moist depths without a hint of remorse for his rough treatment of her. Sin fastened his mouth on her throat, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive crease where her throat met her clavicle. Sapphira arched her head back to give him freer access, but he wanted more, always more. 

Sin fixed a hand under Sapphira's right thigh, lifting it and propping it up on the table, opening her lush folds further for his marauding penis. He pushed deeper and harder, listening to her cries of pleasure as she continued to move against him. He reached down and spread her ass cheeks further to allow even more room to thrust deeper. 

Sin impaled her on his length, enjoying the sound of his name on her lips as she begged him for release, but he wasn't in the mood for mercy. If she wanted it this time, then she was going to have to take it. She knew who he was this time. She knew his demands. If she gave herself to him now, he would never let her go. He pulled out of her. 

Sapphira collapsed on the table, not knowing why he had stopped, but needing him to reconnect, figuring that he was only shedding clothes or switching positions, she lay there, gasping. Sin rubbed his hands over Sapphira's smooth ass, reveling in the beautiful unmarred beauty of it, so cute and pink, bearing just the faintest print of his hands from where he had gripped her. 

"Get up," he demanded. Sapphira found a small reserve of energy somewhere and pushed herself into a semi-sitting position, still leaning heavily on the table in her unfulfilled state.

"Come here," he instructed. Sapphira wasted no time in moving towards her source of pleasure.

"Listen very carefully," Sin instructed. "I will not take anything else from you that you are not ready to give or admit; so if you want this, then you will have to work for it yourself this time. The first time you didn't know who I was, the second time I demanded your surrender, this time I demand your complete participation."

Sapphira listened intently, understanding that he wanted her to take the initiative as an indication that she wanted this to go on. That if she gave in this once, there would be no going back, no saying no. 

"Yes," she whispered seductively in his ear, working her way down his body one kiss at a time. "But, if your position here becomes permanent then this all ends."

Sin heard her words but was unable to respond as her mouth closed around his penis. His eyes were busy devouring the top of her head, watching her move smoothly up and down his glistening length. 

Sapphira never missed a beat using one hand to massage his balls and the other to pleasure herself. Her bouncing head moved in perfect time with her thrusting fingers and she soon became lost in the rhythm. 

Sin locked his hands in her hair, desperate to control her pace before she pushed him over the edge. Sapphira immediately stilled as he took over the motion. Sin's thrusts proved to be shallow and slow, causing Sapphira considerable displeasure as she realized the upcoming orgasm for both of them would take longer than she had originally anticipated. She moaned pulling her face away from him. 

Sin released her, concern written all over his face. 

Sapphira sighed her frustration as soon as she was able, looking up at him with flashing eyes. "Don't play with me. If you're going to fuck my face, then fuck it, but we are still on the clock and I have work to do."

Her words were inflammatory in the extreme. He had been trying not to cum down her throat or use her roughly and she was demanding that he do just that. He needed no further invitation as he buried his hands in her hair a second time. This time, however, his thrusts were deep and quick. Sapphira relaxed in his hold, not fighting his rough treatment, as she had brought it on herself. 

Sin thrust deeper and deeper into her throat, enjoying the pleasure of her tight hot mouth. Each stroke brought him closer to a pleasure so exquisite it was almost painful. His hands tightened incrementally as he felt an orgasm rip through him. He pulled back slightly as he felt his cum empty down her throat. 

Sapphira continued to swallow as quickly as she could. It wasn't an unpleasant experience, just one she wasn't very comfortable or familiar with. She tightened her mouth around his hot length as his breathing evened out, moving slowly up and down his length. 

Sin dragged Sapphira's mouth away as his breathing returned to a semi-normal state. She made him so hard he could take her right here on the boardroom table. He could spend the rest of the day fucking her brains out, but he wanted her desperate for his next possession and it served his purposes to wait. 

Sin helped Sapphira to her feet and then did the hardest thing he'd done all day, he reached to fasten his pants. Sapphira's mouth dropped open as she watched him putting away her source of pleasure. 

"What are you doing," she asked numbly. Maybe she was missing something. 

"I'm going back to work," he replied just as glibly. "As you mentioned earlier, we both have work to do."

Sapphira felt her temper start to boil. She had mentioned work prior to his orgasm. So it was okay for him to take his orgasm, but to give no regard to her obvious aroused state? 

Fine. If he wanted to play it that way, she could play it cool. Frosty cool.

Sin saw the anger chase across her face. She was not at all happy at having to wait. Good. 

"Would you like to have dinner tonight?" he offered, ignoring the daggers her eyes were spitting at him.

"No," she replied, still very much angry. 

"If I'd known denying you orgasms would make you petulant, I would have given you what you wanted," he threw at her, just moments before toppling her onto the boardroom table. He had her legs parted and his face buried between them so quickly she barely had time to take it all in. 

Sin made short work of sucking on her clitoris. He knew that Sapphira was particularly sensitive to direct clitoral stimulation so he wasted no time in manipulating her into a quick hard orgasm. 

Sapphira felt wave upon wave of pleasure dancing across her body, and she resented it, knowing there would be no penetration to follow. She was sick by how quickly her body had come to be addicted to his. 

She wrestled her way back into an upright position as soon as she was able, and continued to glare menacingly at Sin. 

"If you had bothered to ask, I would have told you that I refused dinner because it wouldn't do for us to be seen in public together," she threw at him. Furious that he had called her petulant and furious that he was using orgasms as a means of controlling and rewarding her. 

"CEOs and their CFOs go out to dinner all the time. Last I heard, it wasn't a social blunder to take key staff members out for a nice meal to discuss work." 

"Just the same, I'd rather not," she declined. Sapphira finally managed to motivate herself sufficiently to start adjusting her clothes into some sort of order. She hastily smoothed out her skirt and hair before starting towards the door. 

Sin let the silence last for as long as it took for her to get to the door before throwing one last inflaming tidbit her way. "Even if we don't go to dinner, I'll stop by your office later for dessert."

Sapphira opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind, but was cut off before she could get a word out. "And don't even think of denying me. You already gave permanent permission when you took my penis into your mouth 20 minutes ago." 

Sapphira went hot all over thinking of having his hot thick flesh in her mouth. Her mouth started salivating thinking of having him there again. She bristled with renewed anger, but said nothing. She turned on her heel and walked out of the boardroom, silently vowing to keep people with her at all times, people who wouldn't leave just because he told them to. But where would she find someone like that?

As always, I hope you enjoyed this latest installation and stay tuned. More to come. As always your feedback is welcome. After all this time, I feel like I need it. The writing seemed to change. Do you like it?



Sapphira's Sin Ch. 04



Sapphira called the only person she could think of who didn't cater to people because of who they were. The phone rang twice before she got an answer. Sapphira didn't waste any time stating her business as she heard her mother's warm "hello."

"Hi, Mom. I was hoping you could drop by my office this evening." Or now if you could swing it. 

"Oh dear, this is such a surprise," her mother answered. "I'm afraid I couldn't be there until 8:30 or so. What's the occasion dear?"

"I just wanted to take you out to dinner. I feel bad about what I said earlier." That was partly true. She did want to take her out to dinner. "Could you make it any earlier? Maybe around 5 or so? I can only get a reservation for 5:30 and I wanted to take you somewhere really special."

"I suppose if I hurried I could be there by 5:10, but couldn't we just do it another night? Is there any reason for the rush?"

"Oh mom, I really just need to see someone tonight. I've just been feeling so lonely and sad. It would be great to see you if you could make it tonight." Way to go Sapphira. You just earned your way into hell with that piece of emotional blackmail. 

"Yes, well I'll be there at 5:10," her mother swiftly agreed. "Sweetheart, your father and I love you very much. If there's ever anything we can do don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you for being there for me when I need you," Sapphira answered feeling guilty herself for worrying her mother. 

"It's no problem dear. I'd better get going if I'm going to make it in time."

"Okay. Thank you again."

Sapphira hung up the phone feeling thoroughly ashamed of herself. Although in some small way it was her mother's fault. She had told Sin where she worked. Although in retrospect, Sin would have found out for himself at the board meeting. 

Oh well, nothing to do now, but wait for her mother to arrive. 

Sapphira went out to see Kya, working hard not to blush or look guilty. "Kya, when my mother arrives please send her in no matter who I'm with. I'm afraid we've been having a family crisis and she sounded rather desperate on the phone."

"Certainly," Kya readily agreed. 

"Thank you." Sapphira went back to her office and proceeded to work extra hard on some new financial proposals. Anything to keep her mind off of her relationship problems. 

She was surprised by how much time had passed when she heard a knock on the door. After 5 already?

"Come in," she called, fighting the ball of nervous excitement that was lodged in her throat. She knew it wasn't her mother outside the door. Not yet. Sapphira smiled a private smile at her cleverness. Granted, it wouldn't protect her forever, but it would buy her tonight. 

Time to play.

Sapphira looked up as Sin entered, invitation shining from her eye. 

Sin didn't quite know what to think. He had expected to have to fight her, to make her submit, but if the message he read in her eyes was right, he could have her now. 

Sapphira rose from behind her desk and walked over to Sin, twining her arms around his neck. She deliberately pushed her torso against his throbbing length, loving the feel of it.

"Is this for me," she asked, awe and excitement dripping from her voice.

"No other," he promised.

"Good." Sapphira smiled on the inside. He would know what it was to be unfulfilled before the night was over. He would learn not to toy with her. 

Sapphira placed her mouth over his, kissing him slowly at first, delving into the depths of his mouth as their passion raged out of control. She traced one of her hands down his chest and cupped his hot length through his pants. 

"Very good," she whispered, ending the kiss and continuing to fondle him, but Sin was not content to be played with, he wanted to play too. He moved one of his hands under her skirt and slid a finger into her lush folds. 

Sapphira moaned in the back of her throat, partly from pleasure and partly from dread. This wasn't part of her plan, for him to have her as hot and as desperate as she wanted him. Sapphira pulled back a little from his hold. 

"No," she denied him. "This is for you."

Sin pulled her back up against him. "It was for me earlier." He slid his finger back into her, followed by a second and then a third finger as she melted into him. 

Sapphira was fighting a losing battle in her mind. She was trying to control the pleasure and to control her thoughts. Leave him wanting and walk away. She knew she only had moments before her mother arrived and she somehow couldn't find the strength to remove his fingers from between her thighs a second time. 

Sapphira put her free hand on his wrist and pulled his pleasure giving hand away. She brought his hand up to her mouth and proceeded to lick it clean. She maintained eye contact with him the entire time, knowing it pleased and aroused him to watch her, as much as she enjoyed doing it. 

A knock at the door interrupted their foreplay. Just in time, if you asked Sapphira. Who the hell, if you asked Sin.

"Just a minute," she called out, wishing her voice was more steady, but knowing to wish for the moon was futile. 

"I told Kya we were not to be interrupted," he growled in frustration.

Sapphira held her peace, saying nothing, merely straightening her hair and clothes as quickly as she could before going over to answer the door. 

"Mother," she greeted, with a smile twinkling on both her face and in her eyes. 

"Princess," her mother greeted. Also smiling. Her look turned to abject interest when she saw the other occupant in the room.

"Sin," her mother greeted further. "I didn't know you were going to be here. What a delightful surprise." 

"Likewise, Ms. McKinney," Sin agreed, kissing her hand before releasing it. He cast a glance at Sapphira that promised retribution, but he said nothing to her. "I was called in as acting CEO since my father fell ill last week so I actually have the pleasure of working with Sapphira."

Working? Huh. Sapphira scoffed under her breath. They weren't working. 

"Wonderful," she beamed at Sin. "Isn't that wonderful," she asked turning to her daughter.

"Certainly," Sapphira agreed, finding the conversation strange and overdue to reach a conclusion. "Well Sin, I'll have those numbers for you first thing tomorrow, but I have a dinner arrangement with my mother tonight, so we need to get going."

A dinner engagement? Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky. He had expected her to try something, but nothing so clever. She was playing with fire trying to arouse him and then leave. He couldn't allow it. 

"I have one more file you'll need to compile the data for tomorrow," Sin lied. "Would you be able to wait a moment while I go get it?"

"Certainly," Sapphira agreed, knowing there was no such file, but unwilling to give the game away by exposing his lie. 

What was he up to? Why did he need to buy time? 

Sin walked from her office straight into the escalator dialing her father's number before the doors even closed. 

"Mr. McKinney, good evening." Sin had no problem playing on his relationship with Sapphira's parents to get what he wanted. "I hate to bother you, but your wife is here with your daughter and they're getting ready to go out. Your wife is very tired and hasn't been feeling well. Sapphira and I have tried to convince her to go home, but she is determined to stay since she promised Sapphira she would go to dinner. Do you think you could put in a call to her and tell her you need her for something or another? I think it would go a long way towards easing her mind about leaving if she thought you needed her more." 

"Of course," Mr. McKinney readily agreed. "I'll call her right away. Thank you for your concern Sin. Your kindness to this family is more than any neighbor could ask."

"It's no problem," Sin answered, pushing away Mr. McKinney's thanks. "I would do the same for anyone."

Sin quickly ended the call, retrieved a file, and returned downstairs. Sapphira's mom was just ending her call as he entered.

"Oh dear. Sapphira, I'm sorry. It's your father. He's hurt his ankle and would like me to return home," Ms. McKinney finished all flushed with worry.

"Is he alright," Sapphira asked, feeling her mother's worry spill onto her.

"Yes, he's fine dear. He suspects everything will be okay by tomorrow, but tonight he needs me by his side for comfort."

"Oh. Okay." It wasn't really okay. Sapphira was so confused. How could her carefully laid plans go so wrong? "I'll see you later then."

Sapphira walked her mother out to the elevator and returned to her office knowing Sin would be there. As soon as she walked in he closed and locked the door behind her, taking her into his arms. "Where were we?"

"Stop," she demanded, putting her hands on his chest, as if that ineffectual barrier would have any sway on what he intended to do.

"Why should I? We both know this is what you want."

"It's not what I want," she lied. 

"What do you want then," he asked, slipping one hand under her skirt. 

Sapphira wriggled in dismay. He always went for her sweet spot. He always had her absolutely captivated in less than two minutes with that same dangerous hand. 

"I want you to stop trying to control me with sex. I want..." Sapphira's tirade was cut short when Sin picked her up and walked over to her chair. He sat down on it and unfastened his pants. 

"Ride me."

"What?" Sapphira demanded, outraged. "Why? Are you listening to what I'm saying?"

"Yes, I'm listening," he acceded. "You're right. I do try to control you with sex. I control the sex and I control you, so I'm offering you the chance to control our sex and to control me."

Sapphira needed no second invitation once understanding dawned. She lifted up her skirt and slid down his turgid length. God it felt good. The angle pushed her clit right against his penis, and she delighted in the feel as she dragged herself up and down. Sapphira locked her arms around Sin's neck uncaring whether he was deriving as much pleasure as she or if he was nearing orgasm. This time was for her. 

Sin's breathing was near breaking point as he was drowned in wave after wave of pleasure and as he fought not to put his hands on her hips to control the movement. Control was as natural to him as breathing and it took tremendous effort and concentration not to do what came naturally. 

Sapphira danced wildly up and down on his lap, loving every sensation and wanting more. She shrugged off her jacket, shirt, and bra before quickly divesting Sin of his tie, jacket, and shirts. Once her task was completed she leaned in to press her breasts against his chest. 

"Touch me," she demanded. 

Sin looked at Sapphira's luscious figure as she moved upon him and knew he couldn't touch her with any control and that he would invariably push her towards a climax. She would resent it, he knew. She would resent that she hadn't been able to earn this orgasm for herself, but that he had secured it for her.

"No," he forced out between ragged breaths. "I can't."

Sapphira drew one of his hands to her mouth. "Why not?" she asked, taking one finger into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it before burying it deeply and sliding it out. "Your hands look okay to me," she teased, repeating the process on the next finger, and the next. "Touch me," she again demanded, bringing his wet finger down to her clit. 

Sin couldn't help himself. He swirled his finger around her clit once, promising himself he wouldn't do it again, but the motion caused her hips to shift in a tantalizing movement that brought him such amazing pleasure that he had to do it again. Sin continued to circle her clit as she danced a new rhythm on his hot length pushing him closer and closer to the edge. 

Sin closed his eyes on a groan of bliss as he spilled his seed inside her, his hips involuntarily pumping forward as pleasure overtook him, his hand tightening on her hip to steady her for his possession. Sapphira fell over on top of Sin replete with the orgasm that was chasing through her. Even though Sin was climaxing he was still chasing circles around her clit, still making her thrash upon him, still pushing into her with such exquisite force as he released the last of his seed into her. Sapphira nearly choked on the pleasure. 

They lay there panting in each others arms. Sapphira lightly sucked on the nipple closest to her mouth, while Sin toyed with her clit. 

"God, that was good," Sapphira moaned through half opened eyes as she felt little waves of pleasure dance through her. You are some kind of sex God Sin."

"Thank you," he murmured into her hair, loving the way the wild mass was tumbling down her back. "You can thank me later."

"Thank you for what," Sapphira mumbled, absolutely worn out.

"For buying us the time we needed to sort out our differences."

Sapphira stiffened in his arms. Buying time? When he'd left her office earlier for the file she'd wondered why he needed to buy time. Her father's ankle was a setup. 

Sapphira set up so swiftly she almost fell off of Sin's lap. "You bastard," she threw at him, slapping his face before she could think twice about the wisdom of it. 

Sin hardened inside of her at the connection of her hand on his face. He wasn't adverse to being treated roughly, although the words that had accompanied the slap were less than pleasing. 

"What was that for," he questioned with mild interest, securing his hand around her waist, preparing to take her to the heights of pleasure again. 

"You got rid of my mother so you could fuck me."

"No, I got rid of your mother because you had no right trying to put her between us. I'm sorry that you're too much of a baby to handle your own life, but you invited me to have you, so don't act like I'm taking something from you," Sin castigated her.  

Sapphira pulled back again his hold, determined to be free. Enough was enough. 

"I'm going to fuck you again and again until you get it through your pretty little head that you belong to me, that you can't resist me, that you need this. I demand your complete surrender," Sin issued. "You can try and fight me if you want, but I'll win. I always win," he reminded her insolently withdrawing from her tight entrance. 

Sapphira tried to slap him again, but he was ready for her this time. He captured her wrist and pulled the other one down with it, holding them behind her back, forcing her breasts into high prominence. Sin leaned forward and took one rosy nipple into his mouth, bringing Sapphira back down his hot length. Sapphira moaned in the back of her throat, but her eyes were still broadcasting her hatred. 

Sin toyed with her nipple, nipping at it with his teeth and soothing the mild pain with his hot mouth. He sucked the nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it before nipping at it again. 

Sin pulled out of her again and pushed back in deeper. He moved his exploring mouth up to the curve of her neck and began sucking there. 

"Who do you belong to," he asked, knowing she wouldn't give the right answer the first time.

"Myself, you bastard," she angrily retorted. 

Sin gently bit into her neck for her impudence, and soothed the spot with his tongue. "Wrong answer, princess," he chided. 

Sin moved his free hand to her breast and pinched the nipple. His deep hard thrusts never ceased or softened as he continued to toy with her. Sapphira gasped as the slight pain from her nipple traced its way down to her vagina, making pain and pleasure one. He pinched her nipple again. 

"Please stop," she begged. 

Sin ignored her, knowing he wasn't really hurting her. He felt her go from wet to drenched as he thrust into her and he knew it was from the element of pain that he had introduced into their sex.   

Sin brought his hand around her body and rubbed her ass. Shaping the round globes with his hand and choosing his next punishment. He brought his hand down hard on her left cheek as he continued to pump into her. 

Sapphira closed her eyes. Absolutely mortified at what he was doing to her and even more so at how it was making her feel. Sin repeated the action and she creamed even harder. Her breasts were pushing against his chest as she tried to add to the pleasure. She felt like she was moments away from a mind blowing orgasm. The pleasure mixed with pain was so intense she could barely breath. 

"Who do you belong to?"

"Mmm..." Sapphira moaned her pleasure in response to his question, but refused to answer.

"I suggest you answer me," Sin warned. "You won't like the consequence if you don't." 

Sapphira said nothing, only continued to press into his chest. 

Sin pulled out of her dripping wet folds and guided Sapphira to her feet. He never released her wrists as he turned her around over her desk. Sapphira lifted her leg on to the desk knowing he would push into her lush folds again from the back. Wanting it with every breath she took. He had possessed her earlier in the day like that and she had loved it. 

Sin smiled at her obvious desire for what he was doing to her, and shook his head in chagrin at her refusal to submit, but she would. Soon, he promised himself. 

Sin ran two of his fingers between her pussy lips, getting them liberally covered in her excitement. He brought those same fingers back and coated her ass hole with the juices. Sapphira froze underneath him, fearing that he meant to actually have anal sex with her.

Sin moved his hand to her hip and positioned himself to enter her. 

"No," Sapphira refused him, squirming against him, hoping to dissuade his possession.

"Yes," Sin refuted. "Don't worry, you'll love it in a moment or two."

Sin pushed forward. Sapphira tensed against him, refusing him entrance, but in her current subdued position she could not control that he would take it without her consent.

"Sapphira, if you don't relax, this will hurt the first time."

Sapphira was heedless to his warning and still tried to refuse. He pushed in past the ring of resistance that tried to keep him out. Sapphira let out a small mewl of pain as he pushed in the first inch. 

Sin moved his hand around her body and ran circles around her clit. Sapphira moaned her displeasure at this tactic at the same time as she moaned her pleasure. She was powerless against this kind of persuasion. 

Sin continued working her clit until she was turning her hips in small circles in response to the motion of his hand. Sin slowly worked three of his fingers into her body, deliberately thrusting in an unsatisfying way, knowing that she would have to push against his hand to control the penetration herself. Sin waited for her to make the move and as soon as she did he moved an inch closer so that when she pushed back she was pushing his length further in. 

Sapphira threw her head back as the pain and the pleasure again blended together, but she was powerless to stop seeking the pleasure. He had denied her for too long. Sapphira moved forward again, and Sin followed the movement. Within minutes he was buried in her to the hilt, and Sapphira was moaning wildly out of control. 

Sin removed his fingers from her cunt as soon as he was in as deep as he could go. It was time to bend her to his will. Sin pulled back out of Sapphira and she shuddered around him, half pain, half pleasure. He pushed back in, careful to be gentle, but certain to press all the way back in. He withdrew and repeated the motion. Sapphira slowly began to relax into his hold as she began to enjoy his possession fully. He released her wrists the second she pushed back. 

Sin pulled out of her and as he was preparing to slide back in Sapphira pushed back forcing his length back in. He secured both his hands on her hips and picked up a hectic rhythm, knowing there was nothing he couldn't do to her now. 

Sapphira braced her hands on the desk and let him ride her. Her moans grew louder and louder until she was sure she would die from the pleasure. Every inch he moved to ripple through her hole was pure pleasure and every time he withdrew the pleasure increased. 




Sapphira's Sin Ch. 04



Sapphira could feel the first tremors chasing through her body when Sin pulled out of her. Sapphira could barely believe the audacity. She turned on him like a spitting cat. 

Sin stood emotionless before her, his breath as harried as hers, his penis rock hard and erect, but he stood motionless. "Who do you belong to?"

Sapphira licked her dry lips. Four simple words and he would finish what he'd started. He'd also think he had rights to her body whenever he wanted. Did it matter? He took her body whenever he wanted anyway. It didn't matter if she said yes or no, he took her anyway. Why not say yes? In the long run, it didn't really matter. 

"I belong to you," she acquiesced.

Sin had her back on her stomach before she even realized he'd moved. His deep thrusts took on an intensity and menacing quality that they had lacked before. He was driving them both towards a hard fast orgasm at break neck speed, and neither of them cared. 

Sapphira screamed as she felt her orgasm wash over her, almost at the exact same moment as Sin. She prayed that Kya had already gone home, or she'd never be able to come out of her office again. Sin pumped into her another two or three times before collapsing on top of her. Sapphira smiled into her desk. Life was good. As always, I hope you enjoyed this latest installation and stay tuned. More to come. 

As always your feedback is welcome. Am I as good as I used to be? 



Sapphira's Sin Ch. 05



Sapphira awoke with a spring in her step. Good sex could do that to you. Sin had left her the previous evening on the promise that they would have dinner at his place and she would be spending the next few nights. She had readily agreed, but what else would one expect with his hard flesh still pulsing deep inside of her? She was bound to be a captive audience to anything he had cared to suggest. 

Quickly showering and dressing, she made her way to the office wanting the work day to fly by so she could enjoy the night. Sapphira waltzed into the office all smiles and sunlight. Kya greeted her warmly, immediately impacted by her sunny mood.  

"Good morning. How are you today?"

"Great!" Sapphira answered, unable and unwilling to hide her joy. 

"Good," Kya responded, not sure about this sudden about face in temperament, but certainly not about to question it. Best to get on with the work day and hope that it lasted. "There has been a slight change to your morning schedule. An emergency board meeting scheduled for 9:30. I've re-scheduled your 9 o'clock for tomorrow afternoon. The changes are in your calendar," Kya informed while pouring herself a cup of coffee.  

Sapphira looked up in surprise. "Any idea what this meeting is about?"

"No. Just to clear your calendar for the meeting and that all managerial staff are to be in attendance. I could call Mr. Rockefeller's PA and find out if you'd like," Kya offered, anxious to preserve Sapphira's good mood. 

"No, that won't be necessary. Thank you." 

Kya turned to leave but was stopped by the sound of Sapphira's voice. "Kya, lets do lunch today. I'd love to make up for all my grumpy days to you, and I know the perfect place."

"Sure," Kya agreed, happy to fall in with Sapphira's plans. 

The next hour progressed swiftly and by the time 9:15 rolled around Sapphira was feeling a little anxious. Her hand had itched with the desire to call Sin directly and ask him straight out, but she wasn't his lover right now, just another employee. 

Sapphira took her seat to Sin's left and waited for the meeting to begin, careful to avoid eye contact with him in case some of the hunger she felt should show on her face. 

However, as he began speaking it was only polite for her to turn her face towards him, and if her eyes were eating him more than looking at him then that could be forgiven in the circumstances. So intent was she on imagining his hard body naked that she didn't hear any of his words and was caught unawares when everyone began clapping and issuing congratulations.  

Turning an ear towards listening from that point on, Sapphira heard his next words with mounting horror.

"Thank you for your warm welcome. Although I am deeply saddened that my father's health had to fail for my appointment to be made, I will honor his legacy and ensure that Rockefeller Enterprises continues to move from strength to strength. Our family will be holding a retirement party in his honor later this month and would welcome all of you to attend. Invitations will go out later this week. I anticipate minimal interruptions to business..." On and on it went, with Sapphira sitting as still as a statue.

So that was that? Ended before it had even really begun. Her glance stayed just to the left of Sin's shoulder and by neither a flicker of an eyelash or a twist of her mouth did she show that she was anything other than mildly interested in major changes to the company. 

When the meeting ended Sapphira was the first to head for the door while others surrounded Sin to offer him their personal congratulatory remarks. She felt his eyes burning into her back as she walked away but she was too shaken up to care. Whatever happened, she certainly didn't want to give him the chance to hold her back in the boardroom again. One could only guess where that would lead. 

Once back in her office, Sapphira informed Kya that she wasn't feeling well and intended to take the rest of the day off. "I'll try and work from home as much as possible. If any of the staff have an emergency, they are welcome to contact me on my mobile phone." With a regretful smile and a hand raised to her presumably ill feeling head, Sapphira sidled into her office. 

She hastily packed her briefcase, making sure she turned her cell phone off before throwing it into her purse. She quickly made her way to the ground floor, looking over her shoulder as she gained the lobby. She could just imagine what she looked like to others, as one who was being pursued by an invisible demon intent on her destruction, but she couldn't be bothered to care. Her only thought was of getting out of the building before Sin could catch her and force her to talk about a situation she just wanted to forget. 

Sapphira felt marginally better when she arrived home and sat down on the sofa with a pillow clutched to her chest and a cup of hot tea in her hands. Her gaze fixed blankly on the hot liquid as it sloshed about the cup. She looked at her shaky hands with disgust but that didn't stop the rattling sound. How long she sat there staring first at the tea, then her hands, then the tea, she couldn't be sure, but when she raised the cup to take her first tremulous sip, it was iced tea that greeted her tongue. She poured the cool brew down the sink and went to lie down still clutching the poor crushed pillow. 

She fell into a fitful sleep that was disturbed a short time later by knocking on her front door. Sapphira curled tighter into her warm ball and ignored the knocking. She could tell by the increasing aggressiveness of the knocks who was on the other side of the door. She closed her eyes and wished him away, and at some point he must have gone because when she awoke next it was predawn and silent. 

She rolled out of bed wishing she could hold back the day. A rueful smile curve her lips as she compared how she had felt the previous morning with her current state. The thought brought all her misery crashing down upon her once again. 

Sapphira dragged herself in to work vowing to be productive, and above else strong in the face of overwhelming odds. She rescheduled her lunch date with Kya for later that afternoon and got to work. She hadn't managed to achieve all that much when the phone beside her desk rang out. She knew who it was by the hairs standing to attention on the back of her neck. Be strong she silently encouraged herself before reaching for the phone.

"Hello," she said in her coolest professional voice.

"Hello," the warm voice responded making her nerves tingle with anticipation of feeling that sexy rumble against her sensitized flesh. "I hope you're feeling better today."

"Much," she agreed.

"I'm surprised you made it in today. You must have been really sick to have left so soon after arriving. I even tried calling you a few times but you must have been too out of it to hear the phone ringing."

Sapphira refused to respond to his gentle baiting with an emotional outburst. She was certain he knew why she had left so suddenly and why she hadn't answered her phone, but she'd play it his way. "It's amazing how restorative a little rest can be sometimes. Thank you for your concern though. It's very touching to know that my boss cares enough about my personal well-being to check in on me."

Everything in Sin immediately rebelled at her labeling him as a mere supervisor when they both knew he was so much more. "I am more than just your boss." The words came out edged with aggression, but how else was he supposed to feel when she was treating him like just another co-worker.

"Of course," she quickly assured him. "You are also a treasured family friend." Let him mull that over and come up with something clever to say. She heard him inhale as though he were going to say something further and Sapphira rushed in to cut him off at the pass. "We had a deal Sin. The terms of which stated that if your position here became permanent then our relationship ended. So unless you have learned differently in the last 24 hours, then to my knowledge our relationship is over."

Sin maintained his silence for a moment trying to determine how best to proceed. He'd thought they were past those ridiculous terms. Did it matter? It wasn't as if he had a job to give or withhold from her. She was already CFO when he'd started. Who cared if they dated, or more accurately who cared if they were fucking?

"Of course," he readily agreed, shooting her own supposedly assuring words back at her. "Aside from all that, I was hoping you could come up and have a word with me about how things are progressing in preparation for the audit." He listened to the lengthening silence knowing she was wondering if she could trust him. If she had any sense she would know that she definitely could not.

"Now?" she questioned warily.

"If you have a moment," he affirmed.

"Okay," she acquiesced, like a lamb to the slaughter. 

Sapphira gathered a few related files, printed a few documents and headed up to his office. When she was ushered in by his PA she motioned for him to leave the door open hoping that would ensure Sin's good behavior.

Sin invited her to have a seat. She gratefully sank down into the plush surface as her taut nerves screamed at her to get out of his presence. She opened the first file with purpose determined to get the meeting over with as quickly as possible. She started flipping through different timelines talking about where they were in terms of preparation and showing him some results from the previous years' audits. Sin stood over her left shoulder looking down at the documents, his body heat seeping into her body making her want things she knew she shouldn't.

"Won't you have a seat as well," she offered, uncomfortable with him looming so near.

"I'm fine," he declined. "You were saying." He waved aside her concerns making her feel somewhat foolish for even trying to enforce her will on him and thinking he might behave like a normal person possessing even an iota of decorum.

Sapphira continued speaking, but was only half paying attention to what she was saying as her body dissected his unique fragrance and her breasts thrummed with unassuaged desire. Despite her preoccupation she thought she was doing very well when without warning Sin reached over her to point at one of the charts she held. His warm breath fanned her neck and before she knew what he was about he had dropped his head and planted a small kiss behind her ear. His insidious voice crept into her mind and held as he spoke to her in a tone she was sure was meant to arouse.

"Did you honestly think that having the door open would stop me from having what I want?" His hand swept up and captured her aching breast brushing almost absentmindedly over the stiff tip. "From touching you the way I want? The way we both want?"

For a moment she sat in his arms like a puppet, not moving, not protesting, just accepting his caress, and finally her brain kicked in and her body protested in a flurry of motion. "Don't touch me," she rose from the chair slapping his hands away. Her angry flashing blue eyes warned him not to even look at her wrong, but per the usual he ignored all the posted 'Keep Off Property' signs and advanced closer.

"If you touch me I'll scream," she threatened.

"By all means, express yourself however feels best," he invited, calling her bluff.

Sapphira's anger was riled further by his words. "Do you think this is some kind of joke? Some kind of game I'm playing just so that you'll want me more?" His hand reached out to caress her face and she flinched away from his touch. "I don't want this...not anymore."

She turned away from him quickly gathering up her files. The look on his face would have been comical if she had felt like laughing, if the whole situation hadn't been so tragic. It could have been worse she comforted herself. She could have already thrown away her vibrator.

Sweeping past him out of the office she spared a last cool smile for his PA before disappearing into the elevator. 

Over the next few weeks she made an art form out of avoiding him. Appearing before him only when she had to, always in the company of another. In the earlier days of her defection, he made the mistake of requesting a one-on-one meeting with her, only to have her leave early for the day saying she was sick. He quickly got the message that no meeting requests would be honored. 

On another occasion he showed up at her office unannounced. It was he who got the nasty surprise when he found a temporary employee installed there "in preparation for the audit" he had been told. 

With no other course open to him, he went out of his way to make it appear that he had given up and moved on. He counted on Sapphira believing that and dropping her guard. He plotted internally of ways to overcome her ridiculous objections as each day wore on without her presence in his bed, her smile in his life. 

* * *

Saturday dawned bright and clear with Sapphira shopping for a suitable dress to wear to the retirement party being hosted at the Rockefeller mansion that night. She had toyed with the idea off and on about not going at all, but didn't want to appear a coward. Reason dictated she wasn't going to see and be seen anyway, but rather to say a fond farewell to Mr. Rockefeller whose open management style had encouraged her to grow and learn as an individual and to excel as an employee. She owed him a debt of gratitude that could not be repaid in a month of retirement parties.

Demure was definitely the word of the day as she didn't want to remind Sin of what he had once had and arouse his interest again. She was both thankful and hurt that since their last showdown he had seemingly lost interest in her, dating other women and likely bedding them as well. She could only speculate, but he always had that sated cat who got the cream look on his face.

She decided on a burnt orange silk dress that cut high on her neck and fell like a rusty waterfall to her ankles. The only concession the sleeveless dress made to modern fashion were the slits up both sides ending mere inches from her waist. The dress was mildly provocative, but she knew it to be quite tasteful in comparison to what some of the other attendees would be wearing. Besides, she didn't want to appear totally hopeless next to whatever woman Sin had in tow. 

When Sapphira had finished dressing, she swept her hair up into a neat chignon not allowing even a single hair to escape the sleek style. She spent a few moments grappling with the straps of her stilettos before giving her reflection one last approving glance. She quickly gathered her purse and wrap as she heard the impatient honks indicating her taxi had arrived. Something in her said it wasn't quite safe to appear before Sin alone, but she let the feeling of security that had pervaded her life with the barrage of passing women in his life woo her into a sort of peace about the coming night. 

She arrived fashionably on time and accepted a glass of champagne from one of the hovering waiters. Her all encompassing glance immediately scanned the crowded venue for Sin. Her eyes weren't long in finding him as he stood heads above some of his contemporaries, dominating the group with his charismatic presence. 

Her envious eyes fell to the luscious blond curled into the curve of his body, one hand pressed across his chest in blatant possession. Her green cat like eyes devoured him as he spoke and her body language said that she would crawl inside of him to get closer if she could. One long red nail caressed a single button on his tuxedo as if she would like to slip her finger under it and strip him naked right there. 

Sapphira had enough experience of his body and his nature to know that he wouldn't mind it if it meant he could immediately indulge his desire for all things carnal. She turned away in disgust as one of his strong hands came up to circle the blond's. The contrast of his dark skin on her milky white flesh made Sapphira's stomach churn sickeningly. Taking a hasty sip of her champagne to settle her queasy stomach, she tried to focus on other things.

It wasn't hard in such a lavish and jovial environment. She circulated amongst the guests, many of whom she knew, enchanting and engaging those she did not know. She was unaware of the dark eyes that followed her around the room devouring her every move. She had all but forgotten about him as she found herself enjoying the antics of one of Mr. Rockefeller's nephews, Thomas.

Graciously accepting his offer to dance, they drifted around the room to some slow love song, his hands placed intimately on the curve of her hips. She left them there even though her body screamed its adamant denial. If she was going to start getting on with her life then it had to start somewhere she reasoned. It wasn't until Thomas's hands pulled her just a little bit closer and she felt the unmistakable signs of his desire that she thought to reprimand him.

Before she could get the words out Sin had laughingly replaced Thomas's hard frame with his own substantially larger one. Sapphira immediately felt like she had come home as his strong arms enclosed her in a seemingly innocent embrace.

"I've missed you," he confessed into the top of her head. 

She heard his words, the underlying silent plea in them, and stiffened in his arms. She felt the same, but refused to admit it and undo all the hard work she had put in place the past few weeks. "Please don't do this," her head drifted down to the comforting warmth and strength of his chest. "Not here, not now." Her voice sounded so weak and defeated and he reached to comfort her.

His head dropped down to the curve of her neck and she tried to pull away as his grip tightened, one hand sliding easily beneath the high slit in her dress absentmindedly caressing her thigh. "Admit you missed me too."

Sapphira's lips pursed tightly as though she was holding back some strong, not particularly flattering, words. She wouldn't confess anything to him. Not a single word. He correctly read her refusal and planted a gentle kiss in the curve of her neck before straightening. 

"Don't you dare put those lips on me again," she hissed. Her reproof told him what she thought of his public display of affection, even though in a crush this thick she doubted anyone saw the kiss or could see the way he was forcing her body into close proximity with his growing arousal. 

Her feet continued to move, but her mind had shut down. His caressing hand had a mind of its own and seemingly wanted only one thing. It slid across her thigh to the inner curve and back along the outside before drifting in again as though it couldn't bear to be so close to the ultimate prize and not claim it. 

He felt the tiny shivers chasing through her body and delighted in her response. 

"I dare much to be with you." His words let her know he was far from over her and beckoned to her aching heart to give them another chance. 

"And I dare to call you a liar," she retorted. She lifted her head from where it rested against his chest and saw very clearly that at least one person was paying her attention. The hate filled green orbs were focused on Sapphira as if by looking alone she could set her on fire. 

"Your lady friend is looking for you," she mocked, trying to withdraw from his embrace.

His head dropped so near to her own that for a moment she feared he meant to kiss her. "I don't care about her," he dismissed. "You're the one I want; that's why you're here in my arms." Their breath mingled and her eyes were locked on his mouth as though begging for what her mind told her would be wrong, wrong, wrong. After a long perusal of his sensuous lips, her eyes traveled the distance up his face to his glittering eyes to ascertain the truth of his words, not that it mattered one bit she told herself. The second their eyes locked his mouth dropped to hers. 




Sapphira's Sin Ch. 05



It was a gentle kiss. His lips drifted over hers as though asking a question. He wanted in, under her guard and into her body, but also her heart. She felt it in the tiny kisses he placed at the corner of her mouth before lifting his head. His hold on her had relaxed as he wove his seductive magic. As soon her mouth was free of his and her mind resumed all normal activity, her environment rushed back in all around her. She could see the curious faces of her co-workers. Their eyes gleaming with speculation. Kya's glittering with shock. And the blond vixen's glittering with rage. 

She quickly pulled back from his embrace, turning to flee. Her mind was already racing ahead trying to determine how she could do damage control when her retreat was cut short.

He grabbed her arm and swung her back around not expecting the hand that lifted and arced towards his face. The sound was like thunder cracking in a meadow, shattering the silence. For a moment time seemed to cease as those who were previously not aware of the show being performed in their midst's turned to watch and even those further out were stirred to interested as a wave of whispers permeated outward. 

Sin pulled her close and kissed her again. This kiss was filled with anger and aggression, demanding that she accept him. Where before his tongue had brushed at the seam of her lips requesting entrance, now he forced his way in. His teeth nipping at her lips were both highly arousing and mildly painful, enough so that she gasped and he took advantage of that small opening to slide inside and take what he wanted. 

His tongue thrust deep forcing her compliance, forcing her to acknowledge that he alone held the key to unlock her pleasure. Her mouth fell open of its own volition and allowed him the access he sought as her arms locked around his neck. His tongue caressed hers with strong sure strokes, learning even the darkest recesses of her mouth while everyone looked on. It was a discreet cough from Mr. Rockefeller himself that brought her crashing back into her body. 

She pulled back slightly and raised her hand to slap Sin again. This one connected with even more force. It was a deliberate attack and all her strength was behind it. "Stay away from me," she yelled yanking herself from his hold and storming from the ballroom. Her angry feet carried her through the curious crowd and her tormented scowl kept even the most curious of co-workers at bay. She left Sin behind in the swarming mob to face the questions, the speculation, the gossip. 



Sapphira's Sin Ch. 06



Sin heard the wail of sirens and it took all his self control to pull over. He knew better than to drive in a blind rage and yet he hadn't been able to help himself. After all, he was only doing what she wanted. Women ran and they expected men to give chase. Sapphira was no different.

His mind drifted back to the party. He had had to make swift excuses to his father before leaving as soon as humanly possible. Precious time was wasted explaining to the blond why he had to leave in the middle of 'a great party.' She really was very ditzy eye candy. 

After Sapphira had made her glorious exit, the reality of the mess she had left him in hit him. The eyes of almost a thousand people wondering what kind of bastard he was that he could make a woman walk away from the sole heir to a multi-billion dollar company. Add to that the presence of various press and the undoubtedly torrid shots they had managed to get between them and there would be hell to pay come Monday. 

He monitored the progress of the approaching police officer while he continued to think about her. That she thought she even had a chance of getting away from him was laughable, and in his current mood impossible. 

He knew exactly where she would go. A place where she felt safe, where she thought she could have the peace and space she needed to think. But as far as he was concerned she had had enough time to think and had not come to the right conclusions. He wanted her, and he would have her. He was done giving her space and treating her with kid gloves as if with time she might see reason. She was clearly running true to type and being an irrational woman. 

As the police officer drew level with his car Sin made his apologies, handed over his license and registration, accepted the proffered ticket with grace and continued on his way. His rage had in no way abated, but his speed was more sedate. 

He saw the lights on at the cabin when he arrived and used his key to quietly let himself in. A cursory search of the downstairs with no results had him heading for the stairs. His steps slowed as he heard the sound of the shower running. Opportunities didn't get much better. 

Shedding his clothes, he continued toward the bathroom and silently pushed the door open. Her slick body and the beckoning curve of her spine were all the incentive he needed to slide the shower door open. 

She whirled around in a flutter of wide eyed defensive panic. She relaxed marginally when she realized it was only him. He took her brief pause to slide into the shower stall and close them in together. 

As expected she immediately put up a protest railing abuse at his head and moving to exit the shower. His hands slid around her waist and drew her body back into close contact with his own. 

"Relax," he bade. "I'll be good to you; I promise." As he spoke one hand swept out and grabbed a bar of soap, slicking the sudsy bar across her stomach and up her arm. A soft sigh escaped her mouth, and was soon joined by a moan as his soapy hand dipped between her thighs. Her hand gripped his forearm in protest. She didn't want him to continue his soul destroying caresses and reduce her to a mindless pleasure seeking puppet...and yet he was doing it, one gentle thrust of his fingers at a time. She could feel the individual tremors chasing up and down her thighs and tried in vain to stop them. 

Sin abruptly withdrew his hands from her body and turned off the shower motioning for her to exit before him. It took a moment for her dazed brain to focus, and a second later she was flouncing from the shower leaving a trail of water behind. She snatched up a towel on her way out of the bathroom and only stopped to dry herself off when she was in the dark interior of the bedroom. Her eyes focused on the beacon of light shining from the bathroom and she half hoped he would slip and fall on the slippery tile if he dared to follow her. 

The water of course posed no problem to his agile stride as he followed after her at a more sedate pace, a new trail of water following in his wake. The light from the bathroom provided enough illumination for her to see he was clearly aroused and dripping all over the hardwood floor. 

"You're dripping," her high, outraged voice bit out. And though the words castigated his actions, the tone took issue with his erection. His raised eyebrow silently mocked her hypocrisy, but he said nothing. His hand reached out and whipped the towel from her hands. 

Their eyes met for a second, his communicating a silent message she easily interpreted. Her eyes devoured him as he dried off. Her torrid imagination raced ahead thinking of the places the towel had touched on her while fantasizing about them touching the same places on him. 

While his hands were busy attending to his body, his eyes traveled at a leisurely arousing pace over hers. He could see the pulse at her throat beating out an unsteady and swift tattoo and wondered how long it would take her to make her next move.

"I think you should leave now," she advised. 

He laughed shrugging his broad shoulders as he advanced closer. "I'm afraid it doesn't quite work that way." He let her digest those words as he continued to size up his prey. "I'm in no mood to be turned away tonight after the way you kissed me earlier." 

Her eyes darkened with something resembling fear and desire at the same time. "I've come to collect on the promises your kiss made."

Sapphira turned and ran in a moment of blind panic, afraid that if he touched her her weak treacherous body would immediately give in to any demands he cared to make. His hands slid smoothly around her waist drawing the curve of her bottom into intimate acquaintance with his demanding length. Her thighs squeezed together at the thought of what he might do with it, what she hoped he would do with it. 

He pushed her over so she was face down on the bed. Her outraged protest was lost in the soft blankets as he followed her down onto the bed. His thigh slid oh so casually and so very deliberately between her legs spreading them further apart. She lifted her head to follow the course of his actions. 

The feel of his hard body pressed into such intimate contact with hers destroyed every one of her carefully erected defenses and months of careful avoidance went out the window as he slid a single finger into her dewy folds. 

"Is that pink juicy flesh wet for me?"

His words fell into the silence and her head fell forward with the flash of fire that speared her flesh from that one searing question. 

He waited actively for her to say something, slowly dragging his finger out of her moist heat before slowly, tortuously working it back in. He knew it was only a matter of time before she lost all control of herself and he planned to be the one to push her into, and very shortly. 

It had been too long for her she acknowledged as he added a second finger ripping a soul destroying shudder from her body. She bit down on her lip but couldn't hold back the tormented scream that forced its way out. It was just sooooo good. 

Her head shook suddenly. Negating what he wasn't sure, but he was having none of it. 

"No," he agreed, "You're right. Not wet. Drenched," he finished, deliberately misinterpreting her. "Absolutely drenched with desire." He let out a short chuckle as he added a third finger. "I don't need to enquire if you've been sampling other men since we've been apart." Her thighs trembled and he pressed in deeper. His three fingers slid easily through her slick passage encouraging her to enjoy herself further. Although the hard ragged breaths she was dragging into her lungs told him she was enjoying herself plenty.

She would break and she would break hard. He would make sure that she never got him out of her mind in the same way that she had taken up permanent residence in his for the past weeks. He turned his fingers allowing him the flexibility to gently slide his thumb into her anus. He felt the tight muscles rippling in protest as he gently forced the finger deeper and heard the choked sigh of pleasure she couldn't stifle. No, she wouldn't refuse him anything tonight. 

He contented himself with the leisurely deep thrust of his fingers and continued to rain a shower of heated words into her ears. She was a deeply intellectual person and was as easy to stimulate mentally as physically. 

"I wish you could feel how tight your flesh is. How it contracts tightly around my fingers with every pleasurable spasm that rips through your flesh." Her back arched at the words and he placed his other hand over her to ease her back down. He wanted the pleasure to have no outlet and to totally destroy her with the agony of complete bliss. "Although maybe you do know. You do masturbate quite a bit. I'm sure your own fingers have had occasion to slide into this snug channel. Do you enjoy it?"

Her body tensed beneath him and he knew she was about to come, hard. He slid a fourth finger into her and waited. She fell apart with a loud depraved scream clawing at the bedding beneath her. He felt every ripple of agonized pleasure as it split her apart, her shifting thighs told of the unassuaged desire that was still on a rampage inside of her. She wanted something more substantial than his fingers and he knew it, and withheld it. 

And as suddenly as he had turned his amorous attention on her he withdrew it. Her bereft body told her that he was not only no longer touching her, but that he had also completely removed himself from the bed. 

"Now I'll leave," he coldly informed her.

Sapphira lay there breathless, panting from her exertions. Wanting to call him back but thinking that it was for the best that it all ended. She let him walk away and he got as far as the bedroom door before desire got the best of her. 

"So like you not to finish what you started." Her dismissive glance in his direction and her hand fumbling in her purse for her vibrator told its own tale. 

He turned around in disbelief. That she had the gall to intimate he didn't finish what he started when sweat still coated her body from the orgasm he had just given her. 

His arms folded across his chest as he watched her with incredulous eyes. Her industrious hand quickly turned the vibrator on and slid it between her throbbing lips. He watched the toy disappear in her glistening depths and heard the immediate catch in her breath. 

A look of such absolute rapture crossed her face as the vibrating ears touched her clit. He felt a moment of such blinding rage and jealousy that she would respond so easily to a mere toy when he had to virtually force every pleasure from her reluctant body. 

It took all his strength to hold his ground and not rip the offending toy out of her and replace it with his own pulsing length. Her eyes didn't leave his though as she dared him to take issue with her actions. The only sound in the room was her desperate breathing and the quiet hum of the vibrator. He consoled himself with the fact that she was silently taking her pleasure. At least she didn't praise the damn toy with her rapturous screams as she so often did him. 

As if she could read his mind she pushed up onto her knees and started bouncing up and down on the toy, one restless hand squeezing her erect nipple the other massaging the round swell of her stomach. "Oh God," she moaned, her motions becoming more frantic as she felt a wave of pleasure sweep over her. 

Sin's control was tested to the limit and finally he gave up fighting. His stride was purposeful as he approached her, and her eyes widened a little further as she watched his progress through half closed lids. She wanted his next actions more than she wanted her next breath and her come hither look told him in no uncertain terms that his physical presence was more than welcome just this once. 

He pushed her on her back and ripped the vibrator from her grasping pussy, replacing it with his own hard cock so fast and pushing so deep she convulsed all around him with that first stroke. 

Her nails left red angry marks on his back as she clawed for purchase in a world that was fast shattering. Her scream echoed in his ear and he repeated the motion. She might not care for him but she couldn't deny her reaction to him and he wasn't above using it against her in this instance. 

Sapphira curled one hand around his bicep and pressed the other to his chest silently asking him to stop. Her heart was beating so fast she didn't think she could take another moment of pleasure much less another climax like the one that had just annihilated her. 

Sin looked down into her glowing face. She was sated with pleasure and happy to luxuriate in it, hoping he'd take his leave no doubt. 

Sapphira closed her eyes on a blissful sigh. She knew Sin to be an excellent and considerate lover and didn't expect his next move. His hand came down to capture the one pressed against his chest and he deftly secured it above her head. 

Immediately she tried to free her hand but he was like a stranger as his hand curled around her throat and his head bent to her ear. "Stop fighting me or I'll tie the other one."

The low growl stopped her in her tracks. 

"It's enough Sapphira," the angry words pounded at her the same way his flesh still pressed deeply into her. As the words left his lips he grew harder inside of her. Something she was almost sure was impossible. "You push me away, then you drag me closer, then push me away. A man can only take so much." 

He pushed her harder, dragging her knees up to her chest and pressing deeper. "I can only take so much." 

His next thrust was aggressive and purposeful. She felt a wave of heat engulf her and started to struggle anew. It was then that same self-serving thumb from earlier eased into her ass and she convulsed all around him. 

"Relax," he bade her. "It's only pleasure."

Her languorous eyes lifted to his. She barely had the energy to breathe and he drove into her harder hooking one arm under her knee and drawing it back across his shoulder. Her surprised cry split the air. "Jesus!" she screamed, creaming all over him. 

She couldn't help the shudders that started in her toes and totally consumed her body. Her tightly convulsing pussy nearly stole his peace of mind but he fought back the pleasure. Her free hand flew to his chest to push him away as he prepared to move again. She couldn't bear it. 

He grabbed her wrist and dragged it up with the other one. "Tonight," his eyes glittered with a sexual promise she prayed he wouldn't fulfill, "There will be no relief for you." She trembled at his words, half afraid, half excited. 

"You're all I think about." He pushed deep. "You're all I dream of." He withdrew rolling her onto her stomach. "You're all I want." He stuffed two pillows under her and his hands shaped the round globes of her ass glistening in the dim light. 

She felt the tip of him pressed against her tight ass and tried to press her legs back together, but his hard hands slid down and prised them further apart. 

"Sin, please," she begged, hoping to stop his ruthless possession. She didn't want him to use her for sex. It diminished everything she felt for him and she couldn't bear it. 

"I will," he promised dropping a gentle trail of kisses across her spine. "I will please you so thoroughly until all you can think about is belonging to me."

His words roused a new wave of anger in her and she used her last remaining strength to castigate him. She wasn't some weak female who could be controlled through sex – albeit earth shattering sex, but still, just sex. "I don't want to be yours," she whined discontentedly. "I don't want you!" she said with significantly more force. 

He pulled away from her, untying her wrists and stalking angrily over to the window to glare out at the night sky.

Sapphira wearily dragged herself on to her back and could make out his hostile outline by the window. She flung her arm over her eyes, unable to even look at him without wanting to coerce him back into bed so she could soothe him. Just looking at the angry set of his shoulders made her tense and edgy. This was the kind of emotion she was trying to avoid, the reason why she had tried to let him leave earlier. Tried and failed, spectacularly she acknowledged wryly. 

"I'm sorry Sin." 

Her words fell into the bleak night unacknowledged.

He turned from the window and she could hear the sounds of his clothes being jerkily reapplied to his person. She couldn't see him but she knew his profile would be dark and forbidding if she dared to look. 

"Sin," she called again not sure she could just let him leave like he was clearly about to. 

His angry strides carried him away from her. She could hear his pounding steps as he walked down the stairs and out of her life. She willed her limbs to stay still and let him go, but she couldn't control herself. 

It was her vocal cords that betrayed her, screaming into the night. "I love you."

She heard his footsteps continue through the living room, slow by the door, and finally nothing. Had he stopped walking? Had she stopped hearing because she couldn't bear to listen to him leave? Had she really just said that? 

Sapphira rolled back onto her stomach and curled into a small ball. The fetal position helped give her some small comfort as she fell apart. The tears trekked silently down her cheeks and dampened the bedspread. Her hand curled into the damp fabric crinkling it irreversibly in her agitation. 

"I love you too." 

Sapphira stilled where she lay, afraid to move in case she rolled over and found she was alone in the room. In case her own depraved imagination had manufactured the words she so desperately longed to hear. 

She felt his gentle fingers reach out to smooth the hair from her brow. Her watery eyes met his as he leaned close. 

"I do love you Sapphira. And I'm sorry I expressed myself like an ass."

Her warm laughter fell into his ears. "You were an ass, but I forgive you." Her hands drifted over his face tracing the path that her hand print had marred earlier in the night. She hardly dared to believe such a terrible day could have such a mind blowing end. 

His lips met hers in a tender kiss. He poured all his love into that meeting of the mouths, telling her without words that she was his world, his one true love. She drew back and smiled. 

He saw the sun shining in her face and knew that she accepted him, accepted his love. 

He smiled back. "I got a speeding ticket for you, you know?" he teased. "That's how much I love you." 

She gazed up at him in wonder dropping a light kiss on his nose. "I got a speeding ticket for you too, you know. Fleeing. That's how much I love you." Her impish smile was his undoing and he leaned down for another kiss. 

THE END