Isle of Sin: A Standalone Dark Romance

Adalyn knelt before me in my bedroom, her silky white gown leaving nothing to the imagination. She’d been wearing that damn thing all day, yet somehow it felt like I was seeing her for the first time.

Perhaps because of the changing circumstances.

And her words.

“Please let me choose us.”

That request swirled through my thoughts the whole drive back to my villa and chased me up the stairs to my room.

And it echoed now as she knelt on the rug beside my bed.

I hadn’t told her to do that. She’d immediately fallen into the submissive pose with her palms on her thighs and her head slightly bowed while her posture remained mostly erect.

So regal and perfect.

My beautiful Adalyn.

My intended bride. Fuck, that thought should not be making me hard. The circumstances were so wrong. And yet nothing in my life had ever felt so damn right.

Fate had put this beautiful goddess on my island for me to claim, something I intended to do fully now.

We’d played a little this week between our planning sessions. However, we hadn’t played like this. Everything until this moment had been exploratory in nature as I’d tried to learn her limits. We still had a long way to go, which was fine because we now had time. Plenty of it. A lifetime of it.

Because she’s going to be fully mine.

As my wife.

Electricity sizzled down my spine as I removed my tie. Adalyn had worn my jacket the whole way home, my need to cover her up dictating her attire.

But now she was exposed and on her knees for me.

She’d removed the thong beneath—also on my command—allowing me a full view of her beautiful outfit. While I didn’t agree with this being the only thing she ever wore, I could see the appeal of keeping her in clothes like this.

Perhaps I would make it a rule for the bedroom.

“What’s your safeword, Adalyn?” I asked as I stepped up behind her.

“Dreams, Sir.” Her voice held a breathy quality to it that went straight to my groin. Because it confirmed she wanted this as badly as I did.

Mmm, I bet her thighs are soaked…

“Are you wet for me, sweetheart?” I asked her, an idea coming to my mind.

“Yes, Mr. Sinner.”

“Prove it,” I said as I lowered my hand over her shoulder and opened it for her. “Take my tie and run it between your legs. Make it nice and wet for me and I’ll reward you.”

She shivered visibly as she replied with her usual phrase of consent. Then she took the silk from my fingers and drew it down her body before running it up her thigh beneath her translucent gown.

A soft moan slid from her lips as she did as she was told, rubbing my tie between her legs and saturating it with her arousal.

I rolled the sleeves of my dress shirt while she worked and unfastened the two buttons near my neck, as I suddenly felt a bit suffocated by the fabric.

Then I started unbuckling my belt.

There were toys in here that I could use, but I preferred playing with Adalyn in this manner. It would help us ease into our future, and we could escalate from there.

Besides, she’d experienced enough toys for a lifetime.

What she needed now was my touch.

My tongue.

My hands.

My teeth.

Every part of me to erase every memory she possessed and chase all the nightmares from her mind.

“Let me see how wet you’ve made my tie, sweetheart,” I said.

Adalyn trembled violently as she removed the silk from between her thighs. And her hand continued to shake when she lifted the fabric up for my review.

I leaned down to inhale her sweet scent. My tongue traced a decadent line along her fabric-covered palm, causing my abdomen to tighten with need. “Such a good girl,” I praised. “So wet for me.”

“Always, Sir,” she said, her nipples beading beautifully beneath the fabric.

“Lick that tie clean for me, darling,” I told her. “I want it spotless when you’re done. And if you do it right, I’ll let you suck my cock for dessert.”

She immediately brought my tie to her mouth, eager to obey.

Because Adalyn Rose loved tasting me—that was her word. She considered it a reward, and fuck if I was going to complain about that.

But to be fair, I enjoyed tasting her just as much.

“Stroke your clit for me with your other hand,” I told her. “I want that little nub swollen by the time I lick it.”

She visibly quivered again, then groaned as she complied.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” I said, still standing behind her. But I moved close enough for her to feel the heat of my thighs against her back. I still wore my pants and socks, my shoes and tie the only items I’d removed since walking into this room.

However, I knew she could feel my need radiating off my skin like a hot beacon of lust.

Because I could sense hers as well.

I didn’t touch her, just continued to stand close enough for her to feel me. She couldn’t see me this way either, something I intended to exploit as soon as I had my tie back.

She groaned as she confirmed being close to climax.

“Don’t stop stroking your clit,” I told her. “I want it so swollen that you feel ready to explode from just one flick of my tongue. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, arching a little as she fought to obey my command.

“And don’t you dare come,” I added.

She whimpered but gave another consenting response before continuing to lick my tie. When she finally finished, she lifted it for my review.

“Very good, sweetheart,” I told her, pleased with her work. “Now close your eyes for me, Adalyn.”

Goose bumps pebbled down her arms at my request, her hand stilling between her thighs.

“You know your safeword,” I reminded her. “Do you want to use it?”

“No,” she whispered. “No, Sir, I don’t.”

I shifted so I could see her profile and watched as she closed her eyes.

We would be pushing a bit of a limit by doing this. I knew part of what grounded her was knowing it was me touching her. But I wanted her to know it was me regardless of whether or not she could see me. I wanted her to memorize the feel of my skin on hers and never once question who caressed her.

“Good girl, Adalyn.” I slid the damp silk around her eyes and slowly brought the fabric to the back of her head to tie it against her hair. “Keep stroking your clit for me.”

She trembled again, but this time it was more of an aroused tremble than a fearful one. She just needed to move past the initial moment to realize it was me behind her, tying this makeshift blindfold around her head. I ran my knuckles down her neck when I finished, admiring her pretty flush.

“You’re beautiful,” I told her. “And this dress is killing me, sweetheart. I’m torn between ripping it off of you and gently removing it so you can wear it again.”

That fucker had thought he would be the one taking it off her.

Well, he didn’t exist here. Nor would he ever travel here again.

Adalyn Rose was mine.

Forever.

And I wanted to make sure she knew what that meant.

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied. “I will gladly wear it again for you. I’ll wear whatever you want.”

“Mmm,” I hummed, loving the sound of her voice while she spoke. So sultry and aroused. “Are you swollen yet?”

“Yes.”

“Show me,” I told her. “Lift that skirt and spread your pussy for me.”

I stepped away from her back to move to her front.

Her lips parted, her senses already heightening, thanks to the blindfold. She swallowed as she followed my command, her thighs widening a little more to ensure I could really see her as she parted her folds with her fingers.

Fuck, but she was perfect.

I wanted to devour every inch of her wet cunt.

But she wasn’t quite where I wanted her yet.

“Keep stroking, darling. I want it to hurt.” Just a little. Just enough to make her climax so damn hard she lost her sense of reality.

She bit her lip, likely to keep herself from complaining, and went back to stroking herself.

“Pinch it for me.” She did. “Harder, sweetheart.” I wanted to see her flinch. “Harder, Adalyn.” She complied and winced so harshly that she released her bottom lip from her teeth, thus allowing a soft cry to escape. “Good girl. Now massage it with your thumb. Yes, just like that. Pretend it’s me. Mmm, yes, beautiful. Now don’t stop and don’t come.”

I suspected there were tears in her beautiful eyes.

Which meant she was almost where I wanted her.

“Use your free hand to expose your tits,” I told her. “Pull the straps down.” She reached up with her trembling fingers to obey. “Yes, like that. Drag them all the way down for me.” Fucking beautiful. Her nipples were so hard that they caught on the fabric. She jolted at her touch below. “Don’t come, Adalyn.”

She quivered almost violently in response, clearly trying to hold back her climax.

I didn’t give her a reprieve.

I pushed her.

Because I knew she could take it.

More than that, she liked it.

As was evidenced by the flush coloring her chest.

“Play with your tit, sweetheart. Pinch that pretty nipple for me and pretend it’s my teeth.”

I unbuttoned the top of my pants, my cock throbbing at the sight of this stunning woman playing with herself on her knees before me. Her mouth parted as she heard the sound of my zipper, her tongue dampening her lips in obvious invitation.

“Switch to your other breast,” I demanded. “Make your nipple hurt and pinch your clit again.”

She was practically panting from my words, her body tensing so significantly that I could tell she would come the instant I gave her permission.

But I didn’t.

I prolonged her torment as I took off my shirt, the fabric rustling just loud enough for her to hear. Then I kicked off my socks and pants, leaving me more naked than her. But she couldn’t see me. She could only hear me. And that was part of the fun.

“Open your mouth for me,” I told her. “Wider.” She complied. “Now stick out your tongue.”

She was vibrating on her knees, her hands working her body even more, thanks to my commands.

I gave myself a stroke, drawing some of my precum to the tip, and moved forward to wipe it along her wet tongue. “Swallow, Adalyn.”

She obeyed on a groan. “Please, Sir.”

“Please what, Adalyn? Do you want more of my cum? Or do you want me to let you come?”

“Both,” she whispered.

“Greedy girl,” I accused. “No. You have to choose. My cum or your orgasm.”

It was a cruel choice.

But I’d give her whichever one she wanted more.

She wanted to choose. So I gave her that option. This was about her, about giving in to her choice of us.

“Your cum,” she said after a beat. “I want your cum, Sir.”

Fuck. “All right, sweetheart. Open your mouth again.”

She immediately complied, her tongue sliding out in welcome as well.

My thighs tensed, my lower abdomen pulsating with need.

“Don’t stop stroking yourself,” I told her.

“Y-yes, Sir,” she breathed.

“Open,” I said again because her reply had caused her mouth to close.

Her lips parted once more as I stepped forward to take a fistful of her hair. Then I fed her my cock one inch at a time, the glorious heat of her mouth a welcome kiss against my skin.

She moaned in response, her hand working herself below as she continued to pulse with desire.

“Take me deep, darling. Relax your throat.” I pushed in as far as she would allow, my balls tightening with the need to explode down my shaft. But I worked myself over her tongue instead, delaying my own gratification while giving her ample precum to swallow.

Because fuck, this woman undid me.

And her little hums just made it that much harder to focus.

“Do you want my cum in your throat or in your cunt?” I asked as I pulled out enough for her to answer around my cock.

Even with the blindfold on, I could tell she was trying to maintain eye contact with me.

“Cunt or throat, sweetheart,” I repeated when she didn’t answer me.

“Cunt,” she mouthed around me.

“Is that because you want to be allowed to come?” I asked. “Because I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

She shuddered. “Th-throat,” she decided, changing her mind.

“Good choice,” I told her, because she would have struggled not to come if I fucked her.

Her throat contracted around me as she sucked me deep, her palm leaving her tit to cup my balls. I didn’t reprimand her for it, instead allowing her that move of control.

And watched as she devoured my shaft like a starving woman.

“Jesus, Adalyn,” I breathed. “You suck my cock better than I knew was even fucking possible.”

My words seemed to embolden her, and she added a tongue swirl to the motion that nearly made my knees buckle.

“Fuck, stop teasing me and make me come. Right fucking now,” I demanded, using my grasp in her hair to drive her on.

She skimmed the underside of my dick with her teeth, that little hint of violence shoving me right to the edge.

Then she swallowed around my head, causing me to go off like a fucking firework.

I practically exploded down her throat, my orgasm so intense I lost my sight for a few blinks. My body burned.

And Adalyn… my darling, sweet girl… just kept swallowing.

Each time her throat worked, I swore I came just a little more.

She didn’t gag or falter, taking every drop and continuing to suck long after I finished.

Fucking perfect, I thought for the thousandth time. “God, I’m so glad you’re mine,” I said with a shudder. “I’m never going to share you. That mouth is mine. And your cunt is mine, too. As is your ass.”

Fuck, I needed to take her everywhere. Claim her entirely.

And from the eager way she continued sucking me off, I could tell she wanted that, too.

I pulled out of her mouth and bent to pick her up. Then I threw her onto the bed and ripped the gauzy fabric off of her. I’d buy her a new one.

I suddenly had the need to dominate every inch of her, my cock already jumping at the notion of fucking her.

“You make me feel young,” I told her. “Like I could come for hours on end.” And I probably could. But I wanted her to scream first.

I didn’t give her a moment to settle on the mattress. I went straight for her clit with my teeth and nibbled the swollen nub until she was crying out for mercy. My tongue followed, refusing to give her an inch.

“Sir!” she screamed. “Please! Please, Asher. Oh God…”

“No, Adalyn,” I told her, thrusting two fingers inside her and loving how fucking wet she was. I drew my fingers back toward her ass, using the dampness to insert a digit and judge her reaction to the sensation. She arched beneath me in clear approval.

“I… I… I need…” she panted, her body burning so hot I could tell she was on the brink of losing her mind.

I inserted a second finger, then pressed my thumb against her pussy entrance, and fucked her with my fingers and thumb, driving her that much closer to the edge while my teeth skimmed her sensitive flesh.

“Sir.”

I smiled. “Yes?”

“Please…”

“Hmm,” I hummed, purposely vibrating her clit and knowing she was right on the edge of sobbing. “Okay, Adalyn. Come for me.” I sealed my mouth around her, and all it took was one brush of my tongue for her to tumble over into an oblivion that had her entire body shaking as she screamed loud enough for the entire island to hear.

A sick part of me hoped it reached Taylor’s ears.

Because mine.

I removed her fucking gown, not you, Huntington.

And now I was going to claim her ass.

I inserted a third finger while she was still lost to her orgasm, my mouth sending her over into a second climax that had her crying out my name even louder than before.

Hmm, maybe I want her cunt instead, I thought, enjoying how her sheath tightened around my thumb.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I told her. “No condom.” Because we’d had the conversation about birth control and diseases. I wanted her bare. “Tell me if you want me to take your pussy or your ass. Or both.”

I could start in her pussy and end in her ass. But I needed her to choose.

Because that was the point of our session.

Choice.

“Both,” she said on a pant, her beautiful body pink, aroused, and sweating.

So damn stunning.

“I need you on your knees,” I told her. “Can you handle that?”

“Yes,” she hissed, her palms meeting the mattress as she tried to start rolling.

“So eager,” I mused, moving to allow her the flexibility to shift.

She went to her hands and knees, her body shaking with the effort.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, making me chuckle.

“Was that a command, little one?” I taunted.

“Please fuck me, Sir,” she immediately amended.

I went to my knees behind her and leaned over her to kiss her shoulder blade. “Good girl,” I whispered against her damp skin.

Then I grabbed her hips and thrust into her pussy without warning.

She cried out in response, her walls clamping down around me as residual pulses of her orgasm massaged my cock.

Jesus Christ, I was not going to last long. But I needed her to come one more time. I reached around her to stroke her between her thighs while my opposite hand remained on her hip, allowing me to set a rhythm.

“Tell me who is fucking you, Adalyn,” I demanded.

“My Sir.”

“And who is your Sir?”

“Asher Sinner,” she replied automatically.

“And what else is he going to be?” I asked her.

“My… my Master.”

“No.” I stopped fucking her. “What else will I be to you?”

“My…” She trailed off and pressed back against me, trying to make me resume my pace.

I pinched her clit in response.

“Whose cock is inside you, sweetheart?”

“My Sir’s cock, Mr. Sinner.”

“And who is your Sir?” I repeated.

“Asher Sinner.”

“What is he to you? What title?” I kissed her shoulder blade. “What are we, sweetheart? What did you choose?”

I wanted her to say this, to remember it, to know it.

“We’re us. For always,” she whispered.

“Why for always?”

“Because you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“And what are we going to do to make sure everyone knows that, Adalyn?”

“We’re going to… to marry each other,” she said softly, her body vibrating beneath mine. “You’re… my future husband.”

“Yes, sweet girl, I am,” I replied, kissing her shoulder again and then the back of her neck. “So tell me again whose cock is inside you.”

“My Sir’s cock,” she repeated. “The cock of my future husband.”

“Fuck,” I breathed, alarmed by how much that statement turned me on. I slammed into her, my body needing to stake a claim, to make her mine, to ensure she understood that I wanted this just as much as she did.

I.

Choose.

You.

Too.

I told her with each thrust, my fingers playing with her swollen flesh, pinching and massaging and taking her to the point of no return.

But just as she was about to come, I pulled out of her and moved my cock to her ass.

She froze, right on the cusp of orgasm, and waited for me to work myself into her from behind. I didn’t want to hurt her, so I went slower, which delayed her pleasure and heightened mine as a result.

“More,” she begged. “More.”

“Shh,” I hushed her. “You’ll take what I give you as I give it to you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, sounding pained. “Future husband, Sir.”

My hips shot forward at her words, making my jaw clench. Brat. She’d done that on purpose.

But I couldn’t even be mad.

Nor could I punish her for it.

Not when she felt so fucking good around my shaft.

“Breathe for me,” I said, pulling almost all the way out before driving back into her. “Good girl, Adalyn. Such a good girl for me.”

Minus pushing me over the edge.

But damn if I could fault her for it.

“Harder, future husband, Sir.”

I smacked her lightly on the ass. “Quiet.”

“But I want more,” she replied. “I want your claim. I want your choice. Please, Sir. Please.”

God, she knew how to play this game better than I did.

Because I was a slave to her desires.

She was my sub, and she wanted pleasure from me. That made it my job to deliver.

So I gave her what she wanted. I allowed her that bit of control and fucked her so hard she screamed and clenched down around me.

It felt so damn good.

So fucking divine.

My goddess.

My Adalyn.

My sweet girl.

I wanted to own every inch of her, and I did, just as much as she owned me.

“Come for me,” I demanded, my thumb against her clit. It wasn’t the hand I’d used to penetrate her ass, but I couldn’t focus enough to fuck her with my fingers. I was too lost to the sensations her exquisite form unleashed on mine.

Fortunately, all she needed was a few strokes.

And she went off into another wave of oblivion that yanked me right down with her into the depths of passionate bliss.

Every part of me shook, my legs quaking with the force of my orgasm as I emptied myself into her ass, claiming her thoroughly.

In an hour, I would do this again in her pussy.

Then I’d fuck her mouth.

Then I’d repeat this dance until our wedding day.

Because I wanted her so full of my claim that she couldn’t even consider choosing a path other than the aisle that led to that fucking altar.

“Mine,” I said, collapsing onto the bed and pulling her into my side. “You’re mine for always, Adalyn Rose.”

“And you’re mine, too, Asher Sinner,” she replied, her voice groggy with the need to sleep.

I’d hold her for a few minutes.

Afterward, I’d invite her into the bath. I’d take care of her. I’d show her again what a Dom should do.

Then I’d spend every day for the rest of our lives repeating these motions until she no longer remembered anyone or anything else before us.

She would be my island’s goddess.

And I would be her faithful servant.

Worshipping her. Loving her. Cherishing her. And respecting her.

The way a man should be with a woman.

Especially one as beautiful and unique and as strong as my darling Adalyn Rose.