All Chapters of Sacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

The next morning and the one after that was quiet, the penthouse was tense for a while till a week after. No sex, no submission, no control. Just living like housemates. The day Zeke's anger had simmered down, it felt like sun had finally shone on the penthouse. Sunlight filtered in, directly to where Delilah and Damien moved about quietly, preparing breakfast as if trying to forget that the alpha was beyond mad. Zeke had barely slept in rhe last few days, Eli limping and having welts across his body made Zeke's mind a storm of rage and regret. He sat at the dining table, nursing a black coffee, his eyes bloodshot and distant. The memory of the control he he had lost over his Dom and Sadist replayed in his head like a loop—Eli's screams, the way his body had yielded under the assault, the arc in Eli's body after each assault and how Damien had nursed Eli as if trying to undo the damage that he, Zeke had caused, the raw vulnerability that had both thrilled and terrified him. He had al

The morning after the dungeon session, Eli woke in a haze of disorientation and emptiness. Subdrop hit him like a tidal wave—his body ached from the welts, the cage, and the relentless vibrator, but it was the emotional crash that truly floored him. The high of submission had evaporated, leaving him raw, tearful, and desperately alone in his head. He lay in the massive bed in Zeke's bedroom, the sheets tangled around his legs, staring at the ceiling as if it held the answers to why he felt so hollow. Damien and Delilah were already on high alert, having been briefed by Zeke the night before. They slipped into the room quietly, and worked perfectly together. Damien carried a tray with soft foods; oatmeal, fruit, and a steaming mug of lemon tea—just like Eli liked, while Delilah had a warm, damp cloth and a bottle of lotion for Eli's marks. "Hey, baby," Damien murmured, his voice so gentle as he set the tray on the bedside table. He sat on the edge of the bed, brushing Eli's hair back

Over the next few days, Eli's subdrop lingered like a shadow, turning him into a constant, clingy presence in the penthouse. He followed Zeke, Damien, and Delilah around like a lost puppy, his eyes wide and pleading, seeking touch and reassurance at every turn. The world outside felt too harsh, too real, and sex became his escape, a way to lose himself in the physical sensations that numbed the void. But afterward, he crumbled, needing cuddles, layers of pampering to piece himself back together. Zeke, ever the anchor, took the lead in his care, though his patience was tested by the unresolved tension of Eli's secrets.On the first day, after a gentle session in the bedroom, Eli was a mess of whimpers and tears. They'd started with Zeke pinning Eli against the wall, kissing him deeply while Damien and Delilah watched, their hands roaming over Eli's body to heighten the buildup. Zeke had entered him slowly from behind, his thick cock stretching Eli's still-sensitive hole with deliberate

As soon as the elevator doors closed behind them, the four of them stumbled into the penthouse, the air thick with pent-up desire and the lingering hum of the toys still buzzing faintly inside them. Zeke, ever the commander, wrapped his arm tighter around Eli, who was still whimpering and suckling on his neck like a starved animal, his body grinding shamelessly against Zeke's leg. Delilah and Damien followed closely, their faces flushed and sweaty, their hands reaching out to touch Zeke as if he were the only source of relief in a world of torment."Get to the bedroom, now," Zeke growled, his voice low and authoritative, guiding them with a firm hand on Eli's ass. They moved as a tangled group, clothes half-discarded by the time they crossed the threshold. Eli's cock cage strained visibly against his pants, the metal digging into his flesh, while Delilah's dress rode up, exposing the vibrator still lodged in her dripping pussy. Damien's breath came in short, whimpering gasps, his butt

After their intense encounter in the kitchen, Zeke and Damien stumbled back toward the bedroom, but the lingering heat between them pulled them to the plush couch in the living room instead. The city lights cast a soft glow through the windows, illuminating Damien's flushed, marked body as Zeke pushed him down onto the cushions. "Not done with you yet, you greedy slut," Zeke growled, his voice still husky from their earlier exertion, his cock already half-hard again as he pinned Damien beneath him.Damien, still riding the high of pain and release, whimpered in anticipation, his ass sore and leaking from Zeke's previous load. He spread his legs eagerly, wrapping them around Zeke's waist as the older man thrust back inside him without warning, raw and unforgiving. "Fuck, yes—pound me," Damien moaned, his voice breaking as Zeke's thick cock stretched him anew, each thrust hitting deep and reigniting the burn in his overstimulated hole. Zeke's hands gripped Damien's hips bruisingly, pull