Chapter Eight- Under The Table Sins Part two
This entanglement we were in left me with nothing but jumbled thoughts and unexplainable feelings.
The fear of provoking a fierce reaction from the Devil was not the only factor driving my flurrying unwillingness to at least try to maneuver out of his hold. There was this gravitational force drawing me to him and I felt a tornado of inexplicable emotions swirling around in my gut.
"Say the word, liloco, and I will let you go." He muttered gruffly into my ear, his baseful voice slicing into my eardrums. The deep vibrations hit straight to the core, I was almost incapable o
Chapter Nine- Under The Table Sins Part Threeevery movement of mine pleads for him to help me sin and my actions do not reflect the voice of conscience, shouting for me to do the right thing and not spread my legs for my mother's husband! ~♧~•Pleasure is a sin.The body receives stimulation and pleasure is conceived no matter the circumstances, it does not matter who is producing the stimuli, the body will always react accordingly. That is why pleasure is a sin, most times those gratifyingly thrilling moments of sinful indulgence resulting in enrapturing, wholly consuming, addictive pleasure- override conscience and logic and makes us forget that every form of action breeds a corresponding consequence …. Or the word in pl
Chapter Ten- Under The table Sins Part four I forgot how to breathe, he looked like he had just tasted the most delicious, decadent thing in the world, yet he maintained this sternness in his eyes which promised me that I was going to face the consequences of my actions later. /////////////////////////////////////////////////After I had enclosed his hand between my thighs, he had strongly groaned out his disapproval and his grip on my neck tightened. His actions served as a warning, his silence was all that was necessary to pass on the correct message. With his lips to my ear, he keeps on groaning like a brute and I do not know how that would be possible, but it feels like his meat keeps hardening and enlarging further. Daddy Lucifer did not breathe a single word,
Chapter Eleven- Under The Table Sins part fiveTo me those eyes were not communicating anger, but were imprinting on my skin the unspeakable pleasures he wanted to introduce to me and sate his lust.~♧~•Guilt.Guilt is corrosive and gnaws away at the mind but is the fuel that keeps conscience burning and alive. The ability to feel guilty was debilitating and frittering for me, to the point that I felt like the most awful, horrid, worthless, ungrateful piece of trash in the world as I gazed at my oddly calm, stoic mother.Her face did not give me much to work with, I could not read anger or even disappointment in her slightly narrowed eyes, but my failure to detect those damming emotions did not stop me from bringing myself to the
Chapter Twelve- Under The Table Sins Part sixJust acknowledging that his hand was wedged between my bare thighs and the other three people at the table had not the slightest idea what was taking place under the table, was exciting///////////////////////////////////////////////////I left my room, made a dart for the kitchen, sauntered down the empty halls with his starter secured in my hands and made it to the dinning room.I took a deep breath preparatory to stepping inside the room currently sheltering the Devil and the first pair of eyes to welcome me were my mothers. The table was an unnecessary twenty sitter, unnecessary seeing as we rarely, and I mean rarely host any guests and dine them. My mother, and my two younger sisters Arsica and Avine were sitted on the right and the Devil, as usual was alone and on the left. No one
Chapter Thirteen- Devil Of Her Fantasies My loud moans resonated as screams of brutal pleasure and mixed with his beastly growls and groans which were a constant reminder that I was in the arms of a Beast. ▪︎●▪︎\\▪︎●▪︎I found myself at his mercy, my heart racing in my chest as I stared into the menacing eyes of a Beast. What bothered me most about his presence was his nudity, his hulky physical build, especially the unspeakably terrifying muscle between his strong thighs stole the breath straight from my lungs. The cold water cascaded down my back as I backed away and he neared like a predator on the
Chapter Fourteen- Unrecovered Memories She Needs"I do not want you to ever forget that you are mine." Then he introduced a tantalizing finger to my skin, ran it along my jaw-line like I was some porcelain doll or a priced possession. "The Devil always gets what he wants, don't you ever forget that, am I clear, sweetheart?" //////////////////////////////////And that's when I came: my muscles contracted, my knees buckled, my walls clenched, my chest tightened, an internal upward force pulled at me and I heaved, standing on my tipie toes and leaning into the wall for support as I rode the massive orgasmic wave and released my juices onto my fingers. My mind was a bit hazy, I didn't even k
Chapter Fifteen- Still Can't Get Him Out Of My Mind *UNEDITED* I could not believe how gorgeous he was; I lost any sense of integrity, dignity and pride by just looking into his eyes. I wanted to be used by him and only have the value he gives me. /././././././././././Those magnetic, electrifying, entrancing silver eyes pulled me in, propelling me closer to the pedestal of unbridled, abound pleasure, of enrapturing gratification. His lips burned me from within as his fervid kisses rained on my
Chapter Sixteen- More Unrequested Bonding Time With Daddy Part One *UNEDITED*I knew from that look on her face she was aching to know what I think about that and I was not going to tell her the truth- because the truth is, I have been giving the Devil being my first too much consideration. I can't help it, he is extraordinary in every sense- extraordinarily powerful, extraordinarily evil and extraordinarily beautiful. /.//./././///./"There is no need for yo