The Sinner: A Dark College Romance

I WIPE MY hand down my face while I hear her scream out followed by the chains rattling. She’s not going anywhere. This is her punishment. Last night in the kitchen on her knees was nothing.

I’ll just keep reminding her who branded her thigh. I open a drawer and grab what I want. Walking back over to her, I stand behind her this time. Loving the way her back is arched due to how I tied her to the posts. I had it made just for her. I’ve had years to imagine how I’d fuck her. The ideas are endless.

My eyes drop to her lean legs and watch them curve up to her bubble butt. It’s pushed out, giving me full access to her ass and cunt. Her chin is pulled forward, the collar connected to the post and her hands down in front of her chained to the horizontal one that pushes her hips out.

She tries to turn her head to watch me, but she can’t due the collar chained in place. I grip her hair and yank her head back. She screams out into the room at the motion, and I shove the metal ring gag into her mouth. “Open wide,” I order, making sure it’s behind her bottom teeth. “Wider, Elli. I know how big that mouth can get.” She whimpers, her body jerking and trying to pull away, but I manage to get the top behind her teeth as well. “That’s a good girl,” I say, bringing the leather straps around her head and fastening the buckle in place. Making it tight enough that it pinches her cheeks, and she can’t push it out with her tongue.

I walk around the front of her and see tears already in her pretty ice-blue eyes. I grip her cheeks, lowering my face to hers. “Since you like to spit…” I place my lips in the center of the gag and spit into her mouth.

She gags, her tongue sticking out as she tries to spit it back out. But it’s useless. She closes her eyes tightly and I watch tears run down her cheeks. “I love when you cry for me,” I say, making her whimper. “Look at me, Elli,” I command and her eyes slowly open. Her lashes wet and eyes red. “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to crawl, let alone run away from me.”

Leaving her in place, I go over to the counter again and open a drawer, grabbing a couple of more things that I need to get started.

I first take the belt and wrap it around her upper thigh and the horizontal bar, securing it, making sure she can’t move her ass. Then take another belt, doing the same to the other thigh.

I pop open the lube and run it over her ass, watching it run between her cheeks and drip to the floor. She’s screaming, her body thrashing, thinking she knows what’s coming. She has no clue.

I then pour the lube over the butt plug. I take my soaked fingers and reach between her spread legs from behind and rub her pussy. She was already wet, but I make sure to push my fingers into her, getting the lube everywhere I can.

Once I’m satisfied, I pull them out and rub the tip of the plug along her ass, down to her pussy. I push it into her cunt a few times before running it back up her ass and push the tip inside. She whimpers and I press my hand on her lower back, feeling her tense up. “It’s going in whether you relax or not.”

She cries, her shoulders shaking, and I push. Her ass opening up like I knew it would. “That’s it, little demon. Almost there.” I push it farther into her ass, the muscle widening to allow the head in. It disappears totally inside her, and I push my thumb on the wide base to make sure it’s all the way in there.

I lean over her back and place my hand over her sweaty forehead, kissing her wet cheek, tasting her tears. “Good girl,” I whisper. “You’re such a good whore. Taking what I give you.”

Sobs rack her body and I give her another kiss. Letting go of her, I step back and admire my girl.

Fuck, she’s incredible.

I grab the dildo and lube it up as well. Then I lower it between her tied legs and run it over her pussy, smearing more of the lube to make sure it’s ready before I slowly push it into her from behind. “You will learn, Ellington, that my cock is the only one you’re ever going to need. And I’m more than willing to remind you anytime you need that.”

Unintelligible noises come from her gagged mouth while I push the dildo in and out of her. “Look at the way your body begs for it, little demon. To be fucked.” Her hips try to move back and forth on it, but I’ve got them tied with the belts, so they don’t go very far. “Let me help you.” I unfasten one belt at a time. It gives her hips two inches of movement. Enough for her cries to turn to moans.

Gripping the base of the dildo, I pick up the pace, fucking her cunt with it as if it’s my cock. Which it is. She just doesn’t know it yet. The chains rattle and her breathing picks up while I fuck her pussy roughly. I want her to get off. The punishment isn’t not coming.

Her body stiffens, gargled moans come from her mouth, and when her body sags, I remove the dildo. It’s covered in her cum.

I unfasten my jeans with one hand, and then unzip them. Pushing them down my legs, I let the material gather at my ankles, not caring to remove them completely. I grip my hard cock and slide it into her soaked cunt, groaning at the feel of it pulling me in.

I reach around to her drool-covered chin, pulling it back, knowing that the chain won’t allow her to go far. But also, not caring. This is supposed to hurt. She gets off on that. “This is the reason for the gag.” I hold up the dildo that is a replica of my cock, piercings and all, for her to see. “I had it made just for you, Elli. I told you my cock would be the only one to ever fuck you again and I meant that.”

I push the tip of the life-like dildo into her mouth, her watery eyes blinking rapidly. She shifts, her throat working as I push it down into her open mouth. She gags, her body fighting the restraints. “Almost, Elli. I know you can take it all.” It’s not going to taste very good with the lube on it, but I don’t give a fuck.

She blinks again and fresh tears spill over her bottom lashes while I look down at her. “You’re doing so good, come on, Elli. Swallow it.” It disappears into her mouth, and I hold it there, her chest heaving, body jerking. I pull out of her cunt and slam forward, making her fight me harder. “This is what you wanted, little demon. Every hole filled. To be used like the whore you are.”

Pulling my hips back, I let my cock slip out and enter slower this time, feeling her pussy clenching around me. “Remember I told you, I’d fuck your mouth with a dildo covered in your cum.” I pull it out of her mouth, and she coughs, spit flying from the gag. “So pretty. I love when you look like this. Take it again for me. Show me how good you are at swallowing my dick, Elli.”

I push it back into her mouth, feeling her work her tongue to allow it to slide in easily. “I’m so proud of you.” I kiss her cheek. Unable to stop myself, my tongue licks at her tears and I moan, pushing my cock into her soaked pussy at the same time. “You’re doing so good.”

She blinks, fresh tears running down her face, and I reach around with my free hand, pinching her nose. She bucks her hips, the sound of the posts rattling fill the room. “You’ll learn that I can take whatever I want from you, Elli,” I inform her, my cock just teasing her cunt while I hold her nose with the dildo still down her throat. “Your sight, your hearing, your very breath.” I pull it out and let go of her nose. The dildo is soaked from her saliva and lube, but she’s cleaned the cum off it. “Don’t forget that you serve the devil. You will beg me on your knees for a mercy that will never come.”

I pull my cock out of her pussy and step back, she slumps against the posts. I reach down and turn the butt plug, making her body jerk, tensing up.

I lower the dildo to her cunt and push it in and out a few times, getting her juices all over it again. Then I step back into her, shoving my cock roughly inside her pussy. “Again,” I tell her, reaching around, and she sobs. I smile, pushing the dildo into her mouth. When it hits the back of her throat this time, she gags again. “Don’t vomit, Elli. Breathe through your nose.”

She blinks rapidly, tears pouring down her face. She relaxes her body, and I hear her breathing heavily through her nose.

“That’s it.” I kiss the side of her face. “Keep it down.”

The end of the dildo has a big base. I had it made to where I can connect a leather belt to it and secure it around her head if I ever feel like leaving it in her mouth while I use the rest of her. But she’s not ready for that. She’ll get there, though. I’ll train her to take it like her ass accepts my cock.

Just takes practice. Consistency is key.

An hour a day down here with me and she’ll be able to do anything I want. Take anything I want.

I shove my cock in and out of her cunt, slamming into her. Her body tenses and I feel her come once again. “That’s my girl,” I say. “I just want to make you come over and over.”

She makes a gagged moan.

I push forward, coming inside her cunt, and then pull out. I remove the dildo and toss it across the room. Kneeling behind her, I pick up my jeans and pull them to my hips, fastening them in place.

Then I pull up a black leather stool and set it right behind her ass before I place the belts on either upper thigh, holding them in place. “Can’t have you moving around for this,” I tell her and slap her ass.

She moans and I grab what I need before going back to sit on the stool. I take the peroxide and pour it onto the cotton ball. Then I wipe it across her lower back, right above her ass, centered between her two dimples. I have to clean all the sweat and bodily fluids off. I’m not trying to give her an infection.

Once it dries, I pull on my gloves and turn on the wireless machine. She starts screaming into the room, not knowing what I’m doing, but I ignore her.

Dipping the end of the needle into the black ink, I flatten my left hand across her now flawless skin, while using my right to tattoo her lower back.

I’ve pierced her nipples, and I’ve branded her with the Lords’ crest. But that’s not enough. Anyone can have something pierced, and any Lord can brand a woman. I’ve seen it done countless times over the years during my time at the house of Lords. But a tattoo that I do just for her? One that no other bitch will ever have?

That’s ownership. It’s another way for me to mark her. Another reminder of who she belongs to. It might not be plastered across her chest, but I’ll know it’s there and so will she. And if any man ever gets the chance to get her naked enough to see it, then it’ll be the last thing he’ll see before I rip his fucking head off.

I come to a stopping point and wipe the blood off that runs down her back to her ass. “You’re doing so good, Elli,” I say, and she shakes with a mumbled sob. “Almost done.”

ELLINGTON

ONCE AGAIN, I wake up with a pounding headache. I can’t move. I’ve never been this sore in my entire life. I’m pretty sure my throat is swollen. Is that possible? It’s hard to swallow and breathe.

I get up, throw on some clothes, and make my way to the kitchen to look for something to eat because I’m starving, when I stop dead in my tracks. My mother sits at the island. Lincoln in front of the open fridge.

“Honey.” She frowns seeing me. Walking over, she reaches out and tries to run her hand through my tangled hair. “What happened to you?”

“I can guess.” Linc snorts.

I take a step back, her hand dropping to her side. “What … what is going on?” My voice is rough, throat scratchy. “How did you know…?” I start to cough and clear my throat. “How did you get in?” How did they even know this is where I was?

My mother smiles at me like she didn’t tell me to kill myself just days ago. “How did I get in?” She pulls a key from her pocket and sets it down. “My key.”

“Where did you get that?” My voice shakes while trying to catch my breath. Why would Sin give her a key to our house?

“I bought this house for you.”

My heart races at her words. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “You didn’t.”

She frowns. “Who do you think owns this place?”

“Me. And Sin.”

“Oh, honey.” She starts laughing and looks over at Lincoln who gives me a pity look. “Why, why would you think that?”

“Because he bought it…” I trail off as they both start to laugh. “We signed paperwork. He added me to it.” I’ve never bought a house before. I don’t know what it requires but he had everything ready. Said it was done and ours.

“I did not raise you to be this naïve, Elli.” My mother shakes her head. “Me and Lincoln bought you this house while we were away getting married. It was Lincoln’s idea.” She points at him and my stomach drops. Why would he want to buy me a house? He wanted me at home where they are. He even told me, said he’d make those six years with James feel like heaven.

I’m still asleep. This is a nightmare. It has to be.

“He wanted to give you a gift. Since we eloped and knew the wedding announcement would be … hard on you. It’s a gift. From us.” She opens her arms out wide, gesturing to the house.

I shake my head, taking another step back. “No.”

She sighs heavily, looking at Linc, but he shrugs. Obviously not knowing what to do or say to make me believe their lies.

“Yes, Elli. This is from us. Here…” She opens her large Louis and pulls out a set of papers. “These are your copies. I brought them for you to have.” Handing me a manila envelope, my shaking hands take it.

Opening it up, I pull out the deed to the house. It’s got multiple signatures. It looks the same as what me and Sin signed. But my name is nowhere on it. Just my mom’s signature and Linc’s.

“You’ll need these too.” She hands me another set of papers. “This is the trust. It’s all yours. Free and clear.”

“This has to be a joke,” I whisper more to myself. They printed off the fake papers online to fuck with me.

“Seriously.” She huffs and digs out her phone this time. A few seconds later, she’s showing me emails. It’s between her and a real estate agent. The woman sent her pictures of this house. It’s fully furnished, just like it was the day me and Sin arrived. It talks about a cash sale. Closing date. How she wants it ready before she gets back.

My heart is hammering. He lied. He lied about Amelia. About this house. About how he loves me. What else hasn’t been the truth? I fall into the chair at the island and try to keep the tears back.

“Honey.” She places her hand on mine and I look up at her. “The house isn’t the reason we’re here.”

“What is?” What else could it fucking be? And where the hell is Sin? After he was done with me last night in the basement, he gave me a shower and laid me in bed. Did he lie down with me? I can’t remember. What time is it even right now? How long have I been out?

“Me and Lincoln have decided on your future.”

“My future?” The headache I already have intensifies.

She nods. “We’ve found you a husband.”

“No.” I jump to my feet. “I’m not getting married, Mom.” We’ve talked about this. She knows how I feel.

“We—”

“Darling, have a seat,” Linc interrupts her, and she nods, doing as she’s told. “See, Elli, after the incident at the reception. We’ve decided that it’s time you settle down. Become a Lady.”

“I don’t want—”

“This isn’t up for discussion, dear,” my mother states, her tone harder than before. “You will settle down with a respected Lord. And you’ll be initiated into a Lady.” She reaches out and grabs her purse. End of conversation. “The wedding will be in two weeks,” she states and Linc walks over to grab her hand.

Wedding? Two weeks? Initiated? “Wait,” I shout desperately as they go to exit the house. “Can I choose? Who I marry?”

“No. It’s been decided. Lincoln met with him this morning. And he’s agreed.” She lets go of his hand and walks over to me. She cups my face. “You’re lucky anyone will marry you, Elli. With your … past and current situation.” Her eyes roam my tangled hair and swollen face with disgust. “You’ll see this is for the best.”

My chest is so tight it hurts to breathe. I always feared this would happen. She’d dictate what I do, who I can date. The older I got, the less I thought about it. This has to be Lincoln. He’s making an example of me. Getting her to throw me away for good. “What about Sin?” I whisper.

She frowns. “He’s already promised to marry, Elli. Jesus, did he not tell you anything? You know how this works. Honestly, I don’t even know why you dated him in the first place knowing it couldn’t go anywhere.”

Couldn’t go anywhere? I never thought about marriage, but I also never thought about him marrying either. “No.” I shake my head. How long had I been asleep, for Christ’s sake? “He’s not…”

“The families announced their engagement this morning, Elli.” Her eyes soften and she sighs.

My shoulders shake. This morning? After he fucked me in this house. “Who?” I lick my cracked lips. The gag from our time in the basement yesterday was rough on them. “Who is it?”

“Amelia Cleary.” She smiles. “She’s lovely. The whole family. Her mother is a friend of mine.” She reaches up and pats the side of my cheek. “She’s the one who sold us this house.”

He’s marrying his chosen? My legs give out, and I fall into my seat once again. She kisses my cheek. “I’ll see you Thursday. We’ll do lunch.” Then she takes Lincoln’s hand and leaves my house. Their house?

It’s supposed to belong to me and Sin. How … What happened? He told me yesterday that I was his. He’s branded my inner thigh. He tattooed me …

“Look at that,” he whispers in my ear. His arms have to hold me up, my legs too tired.

Opening my eyes, I look over my shoulder to the mirror in the bathroom to see SIN across my lower back, right above my ass. It’s red and a little bloody. I whimper and he brings my face to look up at him while he stands in front of me. “You … tattooed me.” My voice is rough. I had an idea what he was doing. I could hear the buzzing and feel the needle in my skin. I got off on it. The pain, the fact that I knew he was claiming me again in his own way turned me on.

Cupping my cheek, his blue eyes search mine before he lowers his face, so close our lips almost touch. “You’re goddamn right I did.” I whimper. “It’s a reminder that you belong to me. Always have and always will.” Then his lips capture mine in a breathtaking kiss.

I refuse to believe he tattooed his name on me yesterday and then announced an engagement this morning. That’s not something you do on a whim. He would have known they were going to announce it.

“Sin?” I call out, my voice cracking in the now silent house.

Getting to my feet, I run to our bedroom. I open the closet door and my breath catches, all of his stuff is gone. No. This can’t be happening.

I run back to the bed and pick up my cell. I call his. “You’ve reached Sin—” Straight to voicemail.

I do it again. Same. I decide to call Kira. She answers on the second ring. “Where are you?” I rush out, not even waiting for her greeting. Entering the kitchen once again, I grab my car keys.

She yawns. “House of Lords.”

“Is Sin there?” I’m sliding a pair of shoes on that lay by the front doors. Bending over makes the skin across my back pull tight, reminding me of the tattoo that is now there for the rest of my life.

“I haven’t seen him.”

“Is his car there?” I demand.

“Elli—”

“Kira, please. Check for me.” I’m running down the steps and to my car parked in the driveway.

“Let me look.” She sighs. A moment later she answers, “Yes, it’s here…”

I hang up and smash on the gas, tossing my phone to the passenger seat. Making it to the house in ten minutes when on any given day it would take over thirty. I rush inside, ignoring the stares that the guys give me. I’m running down the hallway and shove his bedroom door open. It’s empty but his bathroom door is open. I enter to find him fresh out of the shower, jeans low on his hips. A towel in his hand drying off his hair.

“Is it true?” I ask, swallowing the knot in my throat, afraid of his answer. My mind telling me to shut the fuck up, turn around, and leave. To save myself the heartache that I already know is coming.

He lifts his head, those blue eyes harder than ever. The Sin I fell in love with. Would do anything for. Would let him do anything to me. The fact that I’ve got his name on my back proves just how far I’m willing to go to be his.

Ignoring me, he moves to stand in front of the mirror, giving me a side view. “I don’t have time for games,” is his monotone response.

Games? I grip his arm, yanking him to face me once again. “This isn’t a fucking game, Easton,” I snap. “Is it true?”

His jaw clenches and he looks away from me.

My breath catches. My hands lift to cover my mouth and I take a stumbling step back into the door, closing us in. “All of it?” I can’t help but ask. I need him to say it. He’s never been afraid to tell me the truth before, even if it hurt, so why is he avoiding answering me now? And why does it feel worse than if I knew he lied about it?

He turns to face me again, moving to stand in front of me. His eyes on mine. “Did you really think I loved you?”

Tears sting my eyes, and I feel like I just jumped off a high-rise, my stomach now in my throat.

“What did you think was going to happen, Ellington?” He uses my full name, making me whimper. Lifting his right hand, he takes a piece of hair between his fingers and twirls it around. “That I’d make you an honest woman? Have kids with you?” He snorts at that ridiculous idea.

The first tear falls down my cheek. He lets go of my hair to run his knuckles through it. “You’ve always been a whore, Elli. I’m a Lord. Will be a powerful one. And I’m going to make a woman a very respected Lady.” My stomach tightens. “You’re the kind of woman we fuck on the side. Not the one we come home to.”

I can’t breathe. Can’t move. My vision is fading in and out, and I think I’m about to lose consciousness. I never wanted to be a Lady, but for Sin? I’d be anything he wants me to be. And if I had to marry a Lord, I want it to be him. “I don’t believe you,” I say, shaking my head, refusing to process his words.

His blue eyes search mine and I take in a shaky breath. “You said you loved me,” I manage to get out.

He smiles, a sinister one that makes his eyes light up. “Those were just words, Elli. You’re the stupid girl who believed them.”

“You…” I take a second to swallow the knot in my throat. “You said that I belonged to you.”

His perfect lips that made me weak in the knees yesterday make the hairs on the back of my neck stand when they curve into a smile. “You’re right. I did say you belong to me, but I never said I belonged to you.”

“Sin?”

I stiffen as a female calls his name from inside his room as if God himself is laughing in my face for believing every word Sin ever said to me.

“One minute,” he answers, his voice louder to carry through the closed door we’re leaning up against, making me jump.

“We’re going to be late, babe. The caterer was able to work us in. I don’t want them to cancel on us,” she goes on.

Caterer? For what? Their wedding? He’s really marrying her? The girl he said he wasn’t cheating on me with? Was it cheating? Were we ever really together? My mother was right, I know the rules the Lords have but I stupidly believed that I was special. That he would pick me over her. Why? Because I was a fool for him?

She’s supposed to be his chosen. A chosen and a Lady are two very different things. And a Lord doesn’t always marry his chosen. So why her?

It’s soul-crushing to think I would ever get what I want. I never have before. Sin is no different.

I can’t help the sob that bubbles up and he slaps his hand over my mouth, pushing the back of my head to the door. Leaning in, he presses his hard body into mine, his face dropping to whisper in my ear, “You were always meant to be to someone’s secret, Elli. You’re a good fuck, I can’t deny that. But no one will ever love you. Not the real you.”

He shoves me to the side, grabs his shirt off the counter, and rips the door open, slamming it shut behind him, hiding me in his bathroom. “Let’s go,” I hear him say.

“What were you doing in there?” she asks him, obviously thinking something is up.

“Nothing,” he answers. Then I hear his bedroom door open and close as he leaves with his future bride.

_______________

“IN HERE,” KIRA states. “Put her in bed,” she tells Corbin who carries me.

After Sin left me in his bathroom, I fell to my knees. Crying so hard that I crawled to the toilet and got sick. Kira found me and had Corbin drive my car home while she drove me.

I curl up into a ball, no longer crying. My mind has gone numb, I wish my body would too. The tattoo burns more than the brand ever did. I can feel it throbbing, a reminder that I was so fucking dumb to let him tie me up and have his way with me. He’s right, no man could ever love me.

“Hey.” She kneels beside the bed to get eye level with me.

“Did you know?” I whisper, finally speaking to her. There’s been nothing to say since she found me. She knew I would show up when she informed me Sin was there. And then I overheard Corbin tell her when they entered the bathroom that he had seen Sin and Amelia arguing while he rushed her out of the house. My car was parked right out front. A part of me hopes that Amelia saw it and put two and two together. But if she’s as dumb as me, she won’t even care. She’ll take him any way she can get him.

She sighs. “I found out this morning.”

I sniff. Why didn’t she tell me? Warn me? Did she not stop to think how I’d find out? She’s known that I’m sleeping with her brother. Not that I’m in love with him, but it was obvious that we were together and that I was distraught when I found out he was sleeping with Amelia when she found us in the bathroom. “How long have they known?”

“I don’t know.”

“Three weeks,” Corbin answers, leaning up against the doorframe.

“Babe,” she snaps at him.

“Three weeks?” I whisper, my throat closing up on me all over again.

“They were going to wait until next year after she graduates from Barrington,” he goes on. “But her mother decided to move it up.”

Her mother? Did she do it because of my mom? She told me this morning in my kitchen that they are friends. Did they plan this? “I tried calling him…”

“He’s blocked your number,” he adds matter-of-factly.

“Corbin,” she snaps at him.

“She deserves to know.” His cold eyes meet mine. “It’s over, Elli. It’ll be best for you to come to terms with that sooner rather than later.”

Kira jumps up and goes over, slamming the door in his face.