All Chapters of Dirty Little Sinner: Taboo Chronicles.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 46

I stumbled through the door, sweat dripping down my face, and a post-workout buzz still pulsing through my veins. It was a Monday morning, and I'd timed it just right – or so I thought. The house was supposed to be empty, Mum and Spectre off at work, but clearly, I'd gotten that wrong.On arriving at the stairs, I heard the sounds, coming from the far end of the hallway.Then I drew closer and closer and the sound intensified— The sound of skin clapping against skin, deep rooted groans and moans so unrestrained, you’d think the female in question has never had real cock before.It was no use wondering where those obscene sound could possibly be coming from because apart from me, only Amy's room was left at that section of the house.I tried to keep my steps as mute as possible. Finally, I got to the hallway. The noise was from Amy’s room and her door was half open. My eyes quickly scanned the room.She path her legs very wide apart, her right hand working her wet, ruined pussy in long

I press my thighs together, take a breath to wake up with the decision already made.Not contemplating. No listing reasons why this is a totally bad idea while I brush my teeth. The decision settled somewhere in the dark hours of the night and arrived this morning fully formed, sitting in my chest like something I swallowed.Today.I make two cups of coffee.But first, I take a shower. Long and slow and deliberate, the kind of shower that is less about getting clean and more about preparation. I use the good body wash, the one that smells like vanilla and warm amber that I bought three months ago and have been saving for no reason that makes sense now. I wax off everything, moisturise twice then I proceed to dry my hair and leave it loose around my shoulders.I stand in front of my closet and pull out an oversized long-sleeved white shirt. One of my husband's old ones actually, which feels appropriate in a way I notice too closely. I pull it on. Nothing underneath it. No bra, no panti

The crack of his palm against my ass split through the air like a gunshot. I screamed, loud, raw, the sound swallowed by whatever this room was. I hadn’t gotten the chance to look at it properly before he’d put the blindfold on me. I’d caught maybe three seconds of it on the way in—stone walls, high ceiling, black curtains, red interior over all and things hanging on the walls I didn’t let myself look at too long.A dungeon. My husband had a dungeon.Carlo, who I’d known for exactly two days before my father signed my life over to him like a business transaction, had a dungeon under his house. And I was in it. Bent over something padded and leather with my wrists cuffed behind my back and my ass in the air and I couldn’t see a single thing.I ran off. Twenty four hours of actual freedom before his men found me in a hotel, seven hours away from him, wrapped in a bathrobe eating room service like I’d actually gotten away with something. He hadn’t said a single word to me the entire driv