Vice: Sins of Seven Page 2

  “She’s doing really well. Ainsley and Allyson are growing up far too quickly,” he informs me with a glint of happiness in his dark gaze. Love does strange things to people, but it’s made Nate a man who no longer dwells on the past. He’s forgiven his father and mother for their part in his upbringing, and he’s now showing his kids how a father should be. When I heard about his childhood, rage fueled me into finding the asshole. I made sure Nathan’s father couldn’t see straight when I finished with him.

  “When are they going to visit? I think Uncle Oliver needs to spend some time around the little munchkins.”

  He chuckles at my request before responding with a smile. “You know, Oliver, in all the years I’ve known you, I would never have thought I’d hear you say the word munchkins.”

  “Life is full of surprises, Nathan.”

  “I’ll bring them the next time I’m out. We’re thinking of coming for a Thanksgiving vacation.” He nods, rising from his chair. “I’m heading to see Rick. I’ll see you tonight?”

  “Yes, I’ll be meeting with Cayleigh.”

  “Great.” I watch him saunter from my office, the door ajar, and I catch a glimpse of my assistant who’s eye-fucking Nathan like she’s a starving woman. That’s the effect he has on most women.

  Shaking my head, I pull out my phone and find the number I’ve been avoiding, not because I don’t want to call him, but because I know he’ll want a scene.

  Peyton’s brother, Chance, has been begging to learn from me. He’s what they call a switch. He’s told me he wants to be a submissive for me, but I’ve noticed how he enjoys dominating women, and I’m thinking about taking both him and Cayleigh on to see how they fair in this world.

  Hitting dial, I lean back, planning the next thirty days in my mind.

  Chapter 2

  Cayleigh

  It’s been a long while since I’ve felt wanted, needed. My brothers and father are strict, and since I lost the one man I had pledged my life to, I’ve been on a spiral. There’s no going back from watching the man you love get murdered in cold blood while standing beside you at the altar.

  Glancing at myself in the mirror, I take in the way the blue silk dress hugs my curves. My breasts aren’t huge, but the bra I’m wearing pushes them up, offering a hint of cleavage, which I’m hoping will impress Oliver.

  The older man has been on my mind daily since we met. I’ve begged him to train me, to teach me the lifestyle my brothers seem so enamored with. Tonight, Oliver has agreed to take me into one of the rooms for a scene.

  I’ve never done anything like this before, and my nerves are frayed as I slip on the silver sandals I bought earlier. I’ve opted for light makeup, which isn’t too drastic in color but offers a dark line allowing my eyes to pop. My hair is styled in a messy bun with strands to frame my face.

  Inhaling a deep, calming breath, I make my way out of the apartment Carrick has gifted me. Living upstairs from the club isn’t my first choice, but for now, I let my older brother look after me in his own possessive way.

  When I reach the club floor, I find the space filled with people. It’s only seven in the evening, but all the tables are filled with clients. A man steps away from the bar, allowing me to step closer and order a drink from Dylan who offers me a wink.

  He sets the glass of white wine in front of me, giving me his signature smile. He’s cute, but for some reason, I can’t find it in myself to want him. He asked me on a date the first week I arrived in Chicago from London, but as much as I’d like to go on a normal date, I know I’d be bored.

  The men who prefer their vanilla tastes tend to frustrate me. There’s a sweetness, gentleness to them, and it’s not something that interests me. I want darkness and danger. When I was with Sean, he was everything I craved —rough, violent, and rugged.

  Each man who came afterward was merely there to allow me to forget the pain. The violence I came to know all my life stole Sean from me, and I knew I’d never be the same. Hence the reason I’m here. Wanting something more.

  Something else has captured my attention, and it’s in the form of an older man who has been on my mind for months now. Even though Carrick doesn’t approve of me taking a step into this world, I can’t stop myself.

  “There she is.” The deep, sensual voice of Oliver skitters over my bared skin. The thin straps of my dress slink over my shoulders, offering a view of my arms and neck, allowing his warm breath to send tingles straight to my core.

  “Hello, Oliver.” I smile when he sidles up beside me. He seats himself on the bar stool and watches me for a moment before lifting his hand to signal for a drink. Dylan doesn’t need to hear what he wants. The tumbler is set before the man without question.

  “How is the lovely Irish princess?”

  “I’m very well,” I respond, offering a shy smile. There’s something about Oliver Michaelson that makes my body thrum, but it also makes me nervous. I haven’t ever delved into the dark, taboo scenes he’s played out, but I’ve seen one or two, and it’s intrigued me. I know he’s the only man who can dole out the one fantasy I’ve always been too scared to ask for.

  “Would you like to play a scene this evening? It will be with Chance and me.” He lifts the glass to his lips, making my gaze track the movement as he sips the amber liquid. Dressed in a pastel blue shirt with a dark-colored tie, it makes his tanned skin and salt-and-pepper hair look even more distinguished than ever before.

  “Yes, please.” I nod, offering him another big grin.

  When Oliver smirks, I have to squeeze my thighs together. There’s a sinfulness to him that makes my stomach tumble with anticipation.

  Chance appears in the doorway to the club. Catching my gaze, he smiles as he nears us with a confident stroll. “Sweet Cay,” he greets me, pressing his lips to my cheek. “Oliver.” The men shake hands easily as if they’ve been friends for years, but I know Chance has a crush on the older man. I don’t blame him.

  “Cayleigh will be joining us this evening,” Oliver informs Chance.

  “I look forward to it.” The green-eyed young man smiles. He looks just like his sister, Peyton, who married Carrick, my brother, two years ago, and now have a beautiful family. I didn’t think my brother would ever get over the loss of his fiancée, but thankfully, Peyton has made him see reason. The family he now has definitely changed him from a man-whore to a dad who seems to be wrapped around both daughters' fingers. They’re his princesses, and I know he’d do anything for them.

  “Shall we?” Oliver offers as he rises, buttoning his suit jacket. I nod, following him farther into the back of the club with Chance hot on my heels.

  I know Oliver has a list of women and men all vying for his attention, and I’m thankful he’s decided to take us on as trainees. To guide us through this lifestyle and show us just what it entails.

  There have been whispers about Oliver being bi, and I’ve seen him chatting to men and women, taking them into the playrooms, but I’ve never actually seen him engage in a sexual act with both sexes at the same time.

  I suppose there’s always a first for everything.

  Chapter 3

  Oliver

  As we all enter the room, Chance shuts the door behind him, while Cayleigh strolls around the space, taking it in with wide eyes. I settle in the armchair, resting my ankle over the opposite knee, watching their inquisitive nature take hold.

  “This is incredible,” Cayleigh murmurs. She trails her fingertips over the leather of a flogger hanging against one wall. A small shiver trickles through her, making the need to adjust my cock. I’ve been sweet and romantic to certain submissives, but there are times I prefer being a sadist, whipping porcelain flesh until it’s bright red with welts.

  “So, we’re doing this together?” Chance questions.

  “If you want to do this correctly, then we’ll talk before getting into the scene,” I tell them, gesturing to the chairs positioned close to where I’m seated. The room itself has somewhat of a lounge area with s
eating and a small table. I’ve used the table before, but definitely not for drinks.

  Once they’re both seated, I take them in for a moment. Laying eyes on Cayleigh, the sweet, innocent Irish girl with big hazel eyes, then Chance, the boy who's intrigued me since he walked into the club. His sister is one of the most beautiful women in Sins; however, Carrick has already laid claim to her, sadly.

  “I’ll train you both. I’ve decided to take Chance’s switch tendencies and see how he reacts to you in a scene,” I tell Cayleigh. Then dragging my gaze over to the young man, I offer, “And you’ll learn from me how to dominate, as well as learning to submit.”

  “And after?” This comes from the sweet girl. As much as I’d like to offer them more, I don’t. That’s not who I am as there has never been a submissive I’ve wanted to collar, to keep around after our thirty-day training sessions.

  “Afterwards, you find a Dom or Domme, depending on your proclivities, and you’ll embark on a relationship that will suit you.”

  “How would I know what suits me?” Once again, a curious kitten.

  “You’ll learn from me. We’ll take it slow, ease into this lifestyle. With each scene, I’ll test your limits. We’ll see how far you’re willing to bend, how much pain you’re able to handle, and ultimately, you’ll learn what it is you need. Deep down,” I tell them. “This isn’t about dating, or marriage, or any of those mundane acts. Being in this lifestyle is deeper. It speaks to your soul. Once you find someone you’re able to connect with on that level, you’ll find it’s so much more than just a spanking, or blindfold, or any of that other shit you read about in books.”

  “I want this,” Chance says easily without hesitation. I knew he would. He’s eager to learn. He’s beautiful to look at, and I’m certain he has a cock that will have men and women on their knees wanting to worship it.

  “Me too,” Cayleigh agrees. There’s a soft redness to her cheeks, a blush that makes my dick hard.

  Nodding, I gesture to Chance. “You’ve sent me your tests. Thank you.” Glancing at Cayleigh, I question, “And you? Have you gotten yours done?”

  “Yes, I have them here.” She smiles. Opening her purse, she fishes out the envelope and hands it to me. I don’t need to look at it because I know she’s clean. The doctor I sent them both to is one of my good friends, but they don’t need to know that. Not yet anyway.

  Living in Chicago, I have numerous contacts, and with the work I’ve done over the years for each of those men, they owe me their lives and their livelihoods. And if I need information on a new sub, I can get it with one phone call or email.

  “The contracts will be drawn up and sent to you via email. You’ll both read through them extensively, familiarize yourself with each point, and we’ll discuss your hard limits. Most people have them, and I’d be surprised if you told me you don’t.”

  “I thought we were going to do a scene tonight?” Chance questions, his brows furrowing and those green eyes glittering like they have stars in them.

  “Oh, we are,” I smirk. Rising from my chair, I reach for Cayleigh and tug her to standing. “I want to see how well you take orders tonight. There won’t be any intercourse or intense scenes played out until I have those signed contracts and your list of limits. Then we delve into more.”

  I lead Cayleigh over to the chair I was sitting on. Positioning her to face away from Chance and me, I move behind her while inhaling her sweet scent as I gently move the stray strands of her hair. The deep brown of her locks reminds me of chocolate. I’ve seen them loose, and her tresses are the perfect length to wrap around my hand while controlling her movement.

  “I’m going to take your dress off now, Cayleigh,” I tell her, lowering my tone so it’s merely a whisper against her cheek. “If at any point you’re uncomfortable, or find you’re reaching your limit tonight, you have a safe word. Red is stop, and yellow will let me know you’re nearing your limit but want more. Do you understand?”

  She nods, a small smile on her full, pinkish lips. “Yes, Oliver.” Her voice is gentle, like a stream trickling over pebbles. It’s calming, and I find myself intrigued by the exquisite, innocent woman.

  “You will address me as Sir while we’re in this room.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Reaching for her zipper, I gently pull it down until I reach the arch at her lower back, then nudge the material over her shoulders, allowing the dress to fall and pool at her feet. She’s dressed in black and blue. The lace corset along with her panties are dark with bright blue ribbons snaking from top to bottom. It’s exquisite.

  “You look beautiful, Cayleigh,” I tell her, admiring her curves as I step back and allow my gaze to drink her in. She has a small tattoo on her thigh, a Claddagh sign which I recognize instantly, causing my heart to ache in my chest.

  The Irish symbol is a reminder of a past I’d rather forget, but I’ve agreed to do this, so I can’t walk away from her now. There was once a boy I’d wanted more than anyone, and he used to wear the symbol on a chain around his neck. He told me his father being Irish gave it to him before he died. He treasured the piece of metal. Shaking my head, I shove the memories from my mind and focus on the girl in front of me.

  “I want you to kneel on the chair, hold the backrest, and don’t look behind you. This is a test of your obedience,” I tell her.

  Silently, she obeys, positioning her knees on the cushion, her head remaining still as she faces the window looking out over the club. Even though the people on the other side can’t see us, I find it erotic knowing there is a possibility of someone watching, a voyeur getting off on what I’m about to do.

  “Chance,” I call to the young man who’s on his feet in seconds. “I want you to take the crop, and we’ll see how much Cayleigh enjoys a spanking with the implement.”

  He nods, reaching for the long object with a small leather patch at the end, which offers a small sting I find most new subs enjoy.

  “Cayleigh, I want you to count. Chance, I want you to alternate with your spanks.”

  He nods. Raising the crop, he brings it down on the pert ass cheek of Cayleigh who whimpers, then counts as I ordered. They continue while I observe. Chance is gentle at first, but when they reach twelve, I notice he’s getting comfortable with what he’s doing.

  “Stop.”

  He halts the moment the word falls from my lips. Gripping Cayleigh’s panties, I slide them over her hips and leave them at her thighs. Her ass is pink with small shapes from the crop, and my dick jolts at the sight. It’s beautiful seeing porcelain skin darken with a soft blush.

  “Cayleigh, you’re rather lovely.” I gesture to Chance, showing him how to massage her body where he’s inflicted the pain. Watching them together is sensual. There’s something sweet and innocent about it, but I have a feeling as we venture into the more difficult kinks, they’ll both bask in it. Just watching Chance’s eyes shimmer with need as he continues his actions reminded me of myself when I was his age.

  “Please,” Cayleigh whimpers suddenly.

  “Speak, pet,” I tell her, my voice deep and commanding.

  “I . . . I need to come.” Her voice cracks. The huskiness is evidence she enjoyed her spanking, and that only makes me want to take it a step further.

  “Do you want to see what I would do to you once you’re used to this?” My question is aimed at both of them but more to Cayleigh.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Stalking to the wall, I pick up the phone which dials out to the bar area. I hit dial and wait. Once Dylan answers, I ask for the one woman I’ve always enjoyed when I’ve walked into Seven Sins. “Send Willow into the black room,” I tell him and hang up.

  I don’t have to wait long before the door clicks and in walks the redhead. She’s tall, dressed in a long, bright red dress that hits the floor. Her long hair hangs in fiery waves down her back.

  “I’d like to play with you while they watch,” I tell her.

  “Yes, of course, Sir.” She smiles in agreemen
t. Before I have time to order her to undress, she’s already taken the initiative and stepped out of her gown.

  The tiny red thong she’s wearing is all that’s under the silky material, and I’m even harder seeing her tits with those perky nipples peaked and ready for attention. I plan to see how turned on my two newbies get while watching me.

  “I want you both on these chairs,” I tell Cayleigh, who’s trembling with need to come. Edging a sub is always an erotic experience, and I can’t wait to see how much I can torture Cayleigh and Chance with it, but I want them to witness first-hand a short scene.

  Chapter 4

  Chance

  Granted, I’ve had a crush on the man since I first saw him, and I can’t deny I want him to collar me. I’ve wanted it for a while now, and I don’t know how I’ll ever find someone to match my needs other than him.

  He doesn’t know I’ve researched him. He also doesn’t know how much I’ve stalked him over the past months since we met. It may be wrong, but I needed to know who he is, under the suit of armor he usually wears.

  There’s nothing about him online. The tidbits of information I did find didn’t quench my thirst for more, and now as I watch him with this woman, it only solidifies how much I crave him.

  Oliver is more than handsome. He's every girl’s dream man and every guy’s wet dream come true. The moment I saw him, I knew I wanted him. When he finally agreed to train me, I wasn’t sure how I would cope with the scenes, but with this introduction to what we have in store for us, I know I’ll love every moment.

  Cayleigh is stunning. Her body is a perfect hourglass, which makes my cock rock hard, and watching her pert little ass turn a shade of rosy pink has only ensured that we’ll indeed enjoy our training more than we both expected.

  I want to taste her. I want Oliver to fuck me while I do, but right now, I’m intrigued as to what he has planned for us with the redhead who walked in.