Dark Need (House of Sin 3)

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The floor is covered in specks of white goo.

His goo.

That he deposited inside me.

My eyes widen.

Oh my God.

I don’t think twice, don’t say another word.

I just run straight to my room and lock the door behind me, panting like a girl possessed by the devil.

Or rather … fucked by the devil.

What the hell just happened?

Chapter 18

Soren

My cock is finally hard no more.

So long has it been confined in that cage that I forgot what it felt like. What it was like for my skin to be naked, for my body to be mine.

And I forgot what it was like to want freely.

My desires took control … and I let my lust take over.

My hands ball into fists as I stare at my own cock, deflated after three rounds of emptying its contents inside of that woman’s perfect pussy.

A feeling I can only describe as heavenly.

If I had known it would be like that, I would’ve ripped that cage off sooner. But it was there for a reason. It had a purpose.

And it fucking failed thanks to my inability to stop her from taking it off.

Fuck.

I quickly put on my pants, but it doesn’t erase what happened. And it feels so strange to wear these soft fabrics over my now naked cock. It’s been so long, I don’t think I can get used to it fast.

But worst of all … how am I supposed to face the House, my people, and myself after this?

Because now that I’ve had a taste, how could I ever put the metal back on again?

I gaze at the door through which she ran, and I suck in a deep breath. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her again and again.

Until she threw me that look.

Pure shock and aversion.

That’s all I saw.

And it wounded me.

It was the first time I realized my actions may have an effect on her too. That I … took something from her. Just like I would when I would torture people in my dungeon.

But this didn’t stem from punishments.

She didn’t deserve what I gave to her.

It was my own selfish needs that drove me to take. To need. To want.

I’ve never needed or wanted for anything … until her.

I never took like that before.

And when she marched into that room, I knew I fucked up.

The silence she leaves in her wake is deafening.

Even though my cock is finally satiated, finally freed from its painful confinement, I am still not satisfied. No one told me that after such a delicious release, the aftermath would be so painful.

And that it would make her glare at me the way she did.

I will never forget that look.

It’s marred into my brain, and I want nothing more than to rip it out and tear it apart.

But I can’t.

Rage boils to the surface, and I throw over the table in my anger. My adrenaline from the sex still rages through my body, and I take it all out on the furniture in this cabin. When I’m done, I storm outside and slam the door shut behind me.

I don’t care if it’s not even daytime yet.

I need to release this pent-up fury.

I need to … atone for my sin.

April

It takes me a while to stop panting.

It’s as if I can’t wake up from one of my filthiest dreams ever.

But what just happened was no dream.

Because my pussy is still soaking wet … and his cum still drips from me.

My hand slides down to between my legs, and I look at my fingers while my pussy still thumps from the hard fuck that it just endured, and I swallow hard.

It’s more cum than I thought any man could release.

I just never knew any man was capable of this much … hard, rough sex.

When noise ensues from the room beyond the door, I put my hands over my ears and wait until the bangs stop. After, I lower my hands and glance over my shoulder. It’s completely devoid of sound now, so I wonder if he stopped.

Still, I can’t bear to face him right now.

Instead, I make a face and go to the sink, where I wash my hands and look at myself in the mirror. Who is this girl staring back at me? This girl who so easily gave in to having sex with her captor? Who not only let him have his way with her but enjoyed it too?

I wanna punch that girl in the face.

But I can’t.

I don’t deserve pain.

I stare down at the water, wishing I hadn’t made the decision to free him from his bonds. Maybe then I wouldn’t have had to deal with the fact that I feel like my body betrayed me. I wanted him when I knew I shouldn’t, when I knew it was wrong. And I did it anyway because I didn’t want him to suffer … because I made him suffer.