Vice: Sins of Seven

  Vice

  Sins of Seven

  Dani René

  Copyright © 2019 by Dani René

  Published by Dani René

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  The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in the work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owner.

  ISBN: 978-0-639-95737-1

  Contents

  WARNING

  Sins of Seven Series

  Playlist

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Epilogue

  Get the rest of the Sins of Seven Series now!

  What’s next for me?

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Stalk Me

  Also by Dani René

  WARNING

  In a world of secrets, where sins are hidden from sight, people live their lives hoping that those around them never know what desires they conceal. The darkest needs, those that taunt just below the surface. Those they hide in the deepest recesses of their minds. Those things they don’t admit to. The things they don’t talk about. That’s what this series touches on. You may find some of the subject matter disturbing, you may even look away, cringe, and gasp. But that’s why I wanted to write these seven couples. These couples came to me with their confessions and I obeyed their need to have their stories told. The dark, depraved, the taboo. The things we may find tempting, alluring, and may even be turned on by it. That’s what I wanted to write.

  Each story is an interconnected standalone, delving into the relationship of the couples you’ll meet. There will be sex, there will most certainly be foul language. And there will DEFINITELY be taboo subjects covered.

  The Sins of Seven revolves around seven couples who are so different in nature, in what their likes and dislikes are. They’re each unique in desire, in their personalities, and even in the way they try to show affection. They don’t love. At least, they don’t think they do, they don’t believe they’re worthy of it.

  Each story will make a point of focusing on one of the seven deadly sins.

  Greed, Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath, Envy.

  Although they’ll be released in their own order, you’ll be able to tell which sin, follows which couple and their journey to possibly find their happily ever after.

  Please heed this warning.

  *This is a dark romance, suitable for mature audiences, 18+ ONLY. Strong sexual themes and violence, which could trigger emotional distress, are found in this story. Certain scenes are graphic and could be upsetting to some. This story is NOT for everyone. Proceed with caution. Discretion is advised.

  Dedication

  Since Oliver first appeared in Kneel, book one of the series, there have been two ladies who’ve without a doubt fought for him. This is for you Allyson and Anna. I guess you’ll have to share him!

  Dani xo

  Sins of Seven Series

  Kneel (Book #1)

  Obey (Book #2)

  Indulge (Book #3)

  Ruthless (Book #4)

  Bound (Book #5)

  Envy (Book #6)

  Vice (Book #7)

  Playlist

  Desire - Meg Myers

  Black Widow - Iggy Azalea, Rita Ora

  The After You - Miakoda

  Unsteady - X Ambassadors

  Low Life - Future, The Weeknd

  In the Night - The Weeknd

  Love Faces - Tre Songz

  Silhouette - Birdy

  Monster - Meg Myers

  My way - Tom Walker

  Walk Through The Fire - Mary Gauthier

  Find the full playlist here

  Sloth is the vilest of sins. Laziness will destroy you if you allow it.

  Unknown

  Prologue

  Oliver

  There was never a time I can recall that I didn’t derive my pleasure from pain.

  Since I was in my late teens, the act of pain brought pleasure. At the time I thought I was broken. I believed my desires had been altered, and there was no hope for me. I ignored it. Shoved it into the recesses of my mind because I knew it was wrong.

  Pleasure and pain could not coincide.

  Every day, I went through my routine of school, work, and chores. When I finally moved out of my childhood home and into the dorms where I studied at Northwestern, I found my calling. Not one of those epiphanies where you realize you need God or some fucked-up religion. No, I found my calling as a Master, which I’m now known as.

  At first, I was unsure of this life, but as I played out scene after scene, I knew it was what I needed to push my past behind me and move forward.

  God was never there for me, so I didn’t expect him to answer, even if I prayed. I focused on what came naturally to me, and I realize that all this time, I was only doing what I was meant to all along.

  As a Master, I’m here to train inexperienced men and women who know something is missing in their lives, and to show them the other way.

  The leather, ropes, metal cuffs, and chains, those are the instruments I use to ensure that those who kneel before me find pleasure in the pain I inflict.

  For those who aren’t familiar with the lifestyle, I’m called a sadist.

  The people who kneel and bow for me are known as masochists.

  And we find pleasure in the darkness of BDSM. Yes, there are many fetishes, and we each have our own way of finding bliss. Euphoria.

  The room I walk into is dark, with only the dim light of candles I’ve set out illuminating the space. Golden shimmers of flames dance along the red walls. I’m wearing a black suit, crisp, white dress shirt, and a pair of shiny black Oxfords. I’ve just come from the office where I’ve had a meeting with Nathan Ashcroft, one of my best friends, and a Dominant, like me.

  On the floor before me is a beautiful blonde woman. At thirty-seven, she’s one of the older submissives I train. Her curves are
voluptuous, her tits heavy with dark brown nipples that are extremely sensitive. Her skin is smooth, tanned, and beautiful to the eye.

  “Eyes up,” I order, commanding her with two words.

  She lifts her blue eyes, meeting mine with a shy, sultry gaze.

  “Have you been a good girl for me?” I question, shrugging off my jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair.

  “Yes, Sir,” she says, addressing me the way I taught her.

  Each woman who walks in here has rules. I’m not a Master to all, and I’m not a sadist with everyone. They each have their own wants and needs, and I fulfill those as best I can.

  I have a waiting list of men and women vying for the next spot in my dungeon.

  I’ve never believed in owning one slave. Never allowed myself to give a collar to one woman or man. The variety I’m afforded is what I crave. Seeing beautiful bodies at my mercy every day is something I’ve become accustomed to.

  “Spread your legs,” I command, while my shirt finds its spot atop my jacket. Next are my shoes. Placing them neatly beneath the chair, I pad over to her. She’s facing the door, her body nude, hands on her thighs, palms up. Her are legs wide, offering me a view of her pussy.

  I scrutinize her for a moment, stalking around her. There’s a slight tremor in her body, and I wonder if she’s wet already.

  “You didn’t shave.”

  It’s an observation. She doesn’t need to respond, which she doesn’t. I can’t help my satisfied smile, she’s learning. When I reach her front, I crouch to face her.

  “What is it you want, Misty?” I question.

  “To be owned by a Master,” she responds easily.

  “And do you think he’ll enjoy eating your hairy cunt?”

  She blushes at my use of words. “No, Sir.”

  “Exactly. I want you to go to the bathroom, bring everything you’ll need to shave, and I’ll watch you.”

  She gapes at my order but knows better than to question me. Slowly, she rises, perfectly poised for what she’ll soon have to endure. Not all men are like me. Some prefer hair, others not. Me? I’m meticulous, and every woman who walks out of here is clean, smooth, and ready to be devoured.

  I never love them.

  I never allow myself to feel.

  And I never let my cock make my decisions.

  I’m cold, I’m calculated, and I’m far from someone you want to love.

  That’s an emotion I no longer possess.

  It’s been a long time since I allowed myself to love someone. And when I did, my heart was torn from my chest with vicious claws. That’s why I no longer seek a long-term playmate. My role as a sadist revolves around the pleasure I derive from training and delving out the pain. It's all I need in my life these days.

  Don’t get me wrong. I fuck.

  Hard. Rough. Violent.

  The only time I’ve found my utmost pleasure is when a slave is on his or her knees crying, begging for mercy, blood dripping from their beautiful flesh — beautiful flesh I’ve marred with my whip or cane.

  I’m the ultimate monster.

  And you do not want to get into the cage with me.

  Chapter 1

  Oliver

  Stalking through my office building— Michaelson and Associates — I head to the elevators which will take me to my office which is situated on the top floor. I ignore the pretty little brunettes who run after me with messages and calls I’ve missed.

  I’m angry.

  So fucking livid I could easily take one of them into my office and spank her until she’s red, raw, and whimpering. I need to see blushing flesh below me. Beneath me. When I take a quick glance around the reception area, I notice Lori standing idly behind the desk.

  “Lori,” I bark, my voice carrying over the people waiting to see me. She leaps into the air, her eyes darting my way in shock and fear. “In my office. Now.” Ignoring everyone else, I make my way up the stairs, taking them two at a time. If I tire myself out, I’ll go easy on her.

  Who am I kidding?

  I never go easy on any of the toys who enter my chambers.

  When I step inside, I inhale a deep, cleansing breath, hoping it will calm me down. But when the beautiful, dark-haired vixen walks in, my body is once again on full alert.

  “Hike your skirt up over your waist, and bend over my desk. Now.”

  She gapes at me for a second, but when I pin her with a glare, she jumps into action. Not questioning me, just obeying. Most of the women who work for me are submissive. They may not play within the lifestyle, but their personalities are shy and obedient.

  That’s why I do all the interviews for my staff. No Human Resources department will know what I’m looking for, and they won’t find the gems hidden within the dust.

  Some of the women who do walk in here know who I am from Seven Sins, and they beg me for this life, so I give it to them. I allow them into my world, because I realized a long while ago, once you've tasted the forbidden fruit, there’s no hiding the hunger for it.

  Pulling my belt from the loops, I twist it around my hand, gripping the thick leather in a fist. The beautiful curve of her ass is perfectly poised to receive a harsh swat. Lifting my arm, I bring it down on her flesh.

  She cries out, and my dick throbs while an angry red welt turns her pretty creamy skin a shade I’ve come to revel in. I land another sweet sting on her behind, the pattern blushing like a piece of artwork.

  “Oli.” My best friend’s voice comes from behind me. When I turn to find Nathan Ashcroft at the entrance of my office, I drop the belt and pull Lori up. “Was I interrupting?” he smirks, shutting the door behind him and stalking closer.

  “Not at all. Lori was learning why she should listen to me when I explain something,” I inform him easily. Reaching between her thighs, I press a finger to her cunt, finding it drenched and slick.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she coos, her fat bottom lip trembling. She’s been my assistant for three years. Her body has been bent in every position in this damn office. “I didn’t mean to be a bad girl.” Her sweet, innocent voice only serves to harden my cock. I’d love to fuck her right now, but I have things to do.

  “You should be. Now go to your desk, and do not use a pillow under your ass. I want you to flinch when you sit down.”

  She doesn’t respond, merely scurries out of my office, her head stooped and her eyes on the floor. Nate chuckles as he settles himself in the black leather chair opposite my desk.

  “You’re still a harsh asshole, I see,” he utters with amusement in his voice.

  I’ve known Nathan for many years. When we met at college, there was an immediate connection between us. His snarky attitude and confident demeanor matched my own, and even now, years later, he’s my closest friend.

  When we started training together, both of us focused on becoming Dominants, and we learned how to use anger for pleasure, or never walk into a BDSM club again. Needless to say, we took to it like a fish to water.

  His need for humiliation stems from his younger years, growing up with a father who would prefer to degrade him in front of his friends, girlfriends, anyone who he brought into their home. Years of that took its toll on the young mind, and since then, he’s been the one to dole it out. Only now, he has Eva who enjoys it, who challenges him, but what I taught him was to hone that need into this dark world we live in.

  Not all slaves or submissives can handle it. Some flinch at the words cunt or slut, but the beautiful Eva is the light in Nate’s dark. She takes it and devours it. She drinks in everything he gives and begs for more.

  “To what do I owe this pleasure, old friend?” I settle myself in the chair behind my desk, meeting Nate’s dark eyes.

  “I was in town and thought I’d see how you’re doing. The club on the West Coast is really taking off, so I needed to meet with Rick and Mason,” he smirks happily. There’s never been a time I wasn’t proud of Nathan. He’s made a name for himself, picking up the pieces of his life and building
something utterly beautiful.

  “I’ve been busy. Rick has submissives lining up out the door for me to train. However,” — I lean forward, my forearms resting on my desk — “his sister has been begging me to train her.” I inform him of the newest little pet I’ve been hankering after. Her pert ass is just beautiful, and I can’t wait to see her poised, kneeling, and even spreading her body for me.

  “Carrick’s sister?” Nate’s brows shoot up, surprise written all over his face. “And he’s okay with that?” Nathan knows Carrick as well as I do, and as much as he’s against his sister joining the world of BDSM, that’s not his choice to make, and Carrick knows it.

  “Not exactly; however, if a submissive wants to train, I’m not one to deny her,” I tell him, shrugging my shoulders. And Nathan knows I’m right.

  Nate nods, mulling it over in his mind. “That’s true. I’ve only met her once, but she seems lovely.”

  “She is. Sweet, innocent, and so new to all this that it’s refreshing.” I can’t help smiling when I think of Cayleigh. She’s eager to learn, but there’s also this shyness to her that makes my dick harder than it’s ever been. “How are Eva and the kids?”