Page 96 of Sins of Sorrow


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She moans, slamming her eyes shut as she pushes her foot into my hip more.

Then I feel it. Her walls clench around me again, the breathing pattern of her chest shallowing into tight gasps. And then she plummets, letting the pleasure overtake her.

It hits her harder this time, her body shaking as her moans fill my bedroom. Her foot falls from my hip, though just in time, because I quickly pull out of her and grasp my cock in my hand, pumping it rapidly from base to tip as I finally allow myself to ejaculate.

Ropes of cum cover her stomach, the first fall spurring her eyes to open so she can see the rest.

She presses up on her elbows,watching me as I groan in pleasure. My hand slows, but I continue to stroke my cock, observing her as she studies the movements.

When I stop, I stay kneeling with her beneath me, and we both take a moment to catch our breath. As we stare at each other silently, I know there are so many things I could say, but our bodies have just spoken everything for us ‌in a way words may never be able to articulate.

Vinnie smiles up at me, and it’s like the heat of a thousand suns are shining their warmth.

Crawling from the bed, I move to my en suite and run the faucet, allowing the water to heat, washing my hands as I wait. When it's hot, I run a towel beneath the water and squeeze out the excess, cleaning myself quickly before doing the same with a clean towel for Vinnie.

She looks content as I walk back into my bedroom and rejoin her on the bed, pressing the towel between her legs. Gently, I soothe her with its heat before bringing it to her stomach to clean her up.

“Are you thirsty?” I ask when I’ve finished, walking back over to the en suite to toss the towel into my laundry basket.

“A little.”

Walking back to my bed, I pull the duvet back on my side and smile. “Get inside. I’ll be right back.”

When I return with two cold bottles of water, I’m pleased to see she’s curled up under the covers, lying on my pillow.

She sits up, scooting over when I pull the duvet open and start to climb inside. I pass her the water, and she takes it, greedily drinking down more than half.

“Thank you,” she says, grinning at me.

“Of course. It’s my pleasure to care for you, Vinnie.”

I drink my water down, then place it on my bedside table before taking hers from her hands and setting it down, too. Together, we sink further into the blankets, and I pull her close.

“There are things you must know about me,” I tell her, trying to think of how to start this conversation. “And there are parts you may not want to listen to, but you need to hear them.”

As I speak, I trace circles with my fingertip on her arm. “Until two years ago, I found sex to be unfulfilling. It was enjoyable, but always left me with an ache for more that I never understood. It took many years for me to realize why. When I was in Europe, I met a woman who helped me discover my true self in the bedroom. Our connection was purely physical—she allowed me to explore the part of me I hadn’t realized existed untilsheput the puzzle pieces together. I am a Pleasure Dominant, Vinnie. And although I do not actively practice the lifestyle, I now know what fulfills me.”

Her brows scrunch together, processing all I have said. I do not know whether it is a term she is familiar with, but I hope she will allow me to explain further.

She’s quiet for what feels like several long minutes, but she doesn’t move away, and I allow her to think.

“What questions are going through that beautiful mind of yours?” I ask, pulling her closer, even though she’s already flush against me.

“So many,” she whispers. “What exactly does that mean? APleasure Dominant?”

“I assure you the term is nothing to build fear around. In a short answer, it means that bringing my sexual partner pleasure is what ultimately bringsmepleasure. The more orgasms you experience by my hand—or my tongue, or my cock—the more sexual gratification I obtain. Does that make sense?”

“Yes,” she says, though her tone wobbles slightly with uncertainty.

“Some Pleasure Dominants enjoy mixing pain with pleasure, in the form of edging or sensation play, but I simply seek to fulfill my partner’s every sexual desire. I do not wish to do anything with you that you do not ask for, nor do I expect you to change your sexual preferences or interests to appease me. Just know that I will be at your beck and call, happy to do whatever it may take to achieve your pleasure.”

“This is a lot to take in,” she admits bashfully, but still she doesn’t look away. “You said you discovered this about yourself a couple of years ago… How many partners have you had?”

It dawns on me then that we did not use protection tonight, and naturally, she is probably feeling some panic.

“Prior to my realization, I had been with possibly eight to ten women, chasing an emptiness I could never figure out. But since? Only the woman who taught me my desire had a name. She lives in France, and since my time with her, I have not been with anyone else. Only you, and I realize that we just slept together without a barrier, but I want to assure you I am clean. I am a doctor, Vinnie. I would never put your health at risk.”

Her eyes narrow quickly, sharpening her gaze as I finish my sentence. “My health is not the only one at risk, Sly.”