All Chapters of Cravings, and Lustful Confessions.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nicholas sat on the small couch across from the bed, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight like he was trying so desperately to hold himself together.I was seated at the edge of the bed, putting on pajama pants that were drawn up, my cöck safely tucked in but still throbbing.I stared at him intently, regretting the fact that I had let him go. I should have spread his legs right then when he was still in shock. I should have buried myself deep in him and before he would realize what was going on he would already be mōaning and cūmming.But then again I want this to be his choice. I don't want to force him to accept the truth of what he is. I need him to trust me that I knew what I was doing and that it was perfectly normal to have cöck in his ass.He finally broke the tense silence, his voice rough like he had to force the words out. “So you just woke up with that thing between your legs?”“It’s a cöck, Nicholas,” I dragged my words just a bit, my voice sounding bored. “You have o

He stayed on his knees like he didn't know how to move anymore. His eyes wide and terrified, but beneath the panic there was something else... a flicker of raw unhinged need.My heart beat unevenly in nervous excitement. This was happening. I... I got him on his knees, and right here, right here in the open he was going to obey my command and suck my cock.Fuck.I swallowed, the exact moment he did too.He slowly parted his lips. His breath warm over the head of my cock, a warm, hesitant caress. He leaned forward, an inch, then two, his tongue darting out to tentatively taste the drop of precum beading at my tip.The contact was electric. A jolt of pure, undiluted power shooting through me. His lips then wrapped around me, just the very crown, and he sucked.Oh my fucking God!He sucked gently, almost experimentally. A soft, shaky moan vibrated from his throat and into my sensitive flesh.Oh, fuck. That's it. That's the sound. The sound of his walls crumbling.The walls of his mouth w

“I… I want to be your good boy.”The moment he said those words, my eyes widened, my heart swelling so big I couldn’t breathe.He was mine, finally.The thought made something warm bloom in my chest. A slow, deep feeling spreading through me until I couldn’t hold back the small smile pulling at my lips.“Good boy,” I whispered, and right there his lashes fluttered like the praise had hit him harder than any touch I had given him.I caressed his face softly with both my hands. His skin was warm under my palms, and he leaned into the touch without thinking.I brushed the last bit of tears from his beautiful face away, almost reverent. His admission played loud in my head, over and over again.I… I want to be your good boy.I leaned in and kissed him deep, pouring everything into it. My lips pressed hard against his, claiming, thanking, promising. He melted into me, a tiny whimper in his throat.When I pulled back his eyes stayed closed for a second, like he was floating.I brushed my th

Content warning: this chapter contains dubious consent / borderline non-consent. The submissive protests right before penetration and is overruled.The ice in my whiskey glass clinked as I took a long, slow sip. The cool, smoky burn slid down my throat, adding to the pleasant buzz already humming through me.I was seated on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. I was putting on a black suit jacket. It was unbuttoned and the only thing underneath was my bra.The black bra pushed my breasts up gently, and the black suit made it look even sharper. My trousers hugged my hips, the fabric cool against my skin, but underneath it my cock was already hard, pressing against the zipper just from thinking about him.I was holding a glass of cold whiskey in one hand, and I took a sip. Then I let the burn settle in my chest. I felt loose, a little drunk but in a good way.Tonight I had plans, ones that wouldn’t come true without my boyfriend’s ass.“Nicholas,” I called out calmly. “

I woke up to the smell of bacon drifting under my door like a taunt. It curled through the crack at the bottom of my door, thick with butter and salt, the kind of smell that used to mean Saturday mornings with my dad. Now it only meant they were already downstairs, eating what was left of my life.I lay there for a minute, staring at the water stain on the ceiling above me. It had spread into the shape of a noose over the last year. I had insistently asked for money to renovate it, but then once again an orphan like me did not deserve such.I reached my hands downward, placing them over my stomach as it growled loud in the silence. I could not remember the last time I had a proper meal. Gianna never thought I was worth it.The only thing in my stomach was last night’s crusts of sandwiches she had left on the counter for me like I was some garbage disposal.I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and a faded black T-shirt that had now turned gray.Fully dressed, I walked out of