Novels by mainvillainofmystory

WILLIAMThe way my stepmom stared at me took me back to that night. That night, when I accidentally broke a glass in front of her friends. I was just fourteen and teenagers made mistakes. It was supposed to be normal.I remembered vividly that there were five different women that night, excluding my stepmom. I apologized over and over again. I figured she would forgive me. Dad wasn't home so I thought it would be fine. When she smiled at me, I actually smiled back because I thought she wasn't mad.“William, follow me to the basement, will you?” She had said that night. I followed her, innocent and clueless about what she wanted from me. I didn't notice the rest of her friends following me. Neither did I understand why she tied me to a chair in the basement.But then she turned off the lights and I felt hands all over me. Different hands were tearing off my clothes, even when I called for my stepmom to help. I had no idea if she joined them that night. But—“You don't have to.” Michael

WILLIAMTheir voices and moans were unmistakable. My hands shakily grabbed the wall to stop me from crashing into the door as I listened to them grunt and moan in pleasure. My stepmom's voice was loud but I could barely hear her.My attention was all on Michael's grunts as he said dirty words to her, just like he did to me that night. I hated it. I hated that she got to enjoy what I craved for desperately. I hated that it wasn't me he was thrusting into so desperately.And I hated that hearing him groan again after so long made me painfully hard. It wasn't supposed to make sense, it was actually disgusting, getting hard for my stepfather. But I couldn't help it.I wanted him. Desperately. So much that it was starting to hurt. My hand unconsciously slipped into my loose pants, my eyes closed and my focus on his voice, his grunts, his moans. That night came into view and I could literally feel him behind me, his hands roaming around my body as I stroked my cock gently.“Fuck, Sir…” I br

WILLIAM “Am I a joke to you?” I asked in frustration, slamming my hand on the door but his confused expression didn't waver, his brows tight in confusion.“Did you bring me here to interrogate me or something? Listen, I know you probably don't like me because I'm marrying your mom all of a sudden—”“I don't care!” I yelled, interrupting him but suddenly froze when I heard footsteps approach my room.Shit, my stepmom must have heard my little outburst.“Is everything okay?” She asked, pushing the door open and I gulped nervously as I nodded in response.“Since we'll be living together, I wanted to get to know him better. So I asked him to help me pack.” I lied, and she narrowed her eyes at me before reaching for Michael, whose eyes softened as he looked at her.That was how he looked at me weeks ago. Was it all for show?“Come on, help me pack instead. He can handle himself.” She muttered, shooting me a glare before leaving with Michael and all I could do was stare at the door in desp

WILLIAM“F-fuck yes—” My moans echoed through the sex room as skin slapped against skin harshly. I was drowning in the heat of the pleasure that threatened to envelope me and fuck my soul, I didn't want to leave. Ever.“You want this.” He growled to my ear and I nodded immediately, his hand gripping my chin upward so that my back was arched against him. “You fucking love it when I pound into your ass from behind like this. Say you love it.”“I— fuck me—” My voice kept breaking as I tried to mutter a coherent word. “I love it—”A spank against my ass that had me moaning out in pleasure resonated through me and he tsked in displeasure.“You love it, what?”“I love it, Sir!” I exclaimed as his left arm wrapped around my waist, his dick drilling my hole like it was made perfectly for it. His middle finger slid into my mouth and I sucked on it like an actual whore, moaning in pleasure as I stroked my cock.“You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? Your hole is tightening so much…” He grunted,

WILLIAM“You've been summoned, William.” I heard the mistress say and I raised a brow at her as she slid into the seat beside me.“Summoned? I'm done for the night, Mistress.” I muttered, counting my tips and frowning a bit when I noticed it was a little smaller than what I usually earned.“He asked for you specifically,” Mistress said, her hands folded and I finally paused, looking at her in confusion.“He? You know I don't do men, Mistress. There are other gay men in the club, why me?” I questioned, shoving my money into my pocket and she shrugged.“I don't know, honey. He asked for the tall, slender boy with blue eyes. And you know we never turn down a client. No matter what.” She muttered, her tone taking a stoic turn and I let out a sigh, knowing I couldn't refuse her words.She could easily send me out, and then, my never-satisfied, sexually frustrated self would be in huge trouble. Regardless of what people said, I worked as a sex worker because I truly wanted to. I had two re