All Chapters of Dark (short stories): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Let her go for the test.”his deep aged wine like voice stopping me in my track.“Yes, sir.”The man in the white shirt stood.“Follow me.”I followed him, ignoring the eyes of the remaining women practically burning holes into my back.We entered what appeared to be a fully equipped medical facility built into the mansion.I was instructed to sit.Blood was drawn. Tests were performed. Samples were taken.After everything, I was exhausted and famished.At some point, I dozed off on the examination bed.The smell of meat woke me.Two women were standing beside me with an entire meal.I didn't bother asking questions, i ate until I was full.A while later, the doctor returned.“Your tests are ready.”I sat up. He looked through the results.“You have an excellent uterine cavity. I must commend you. The other women have been tested as well, and their results are already in.”I waited.“Congratulations.”I blinked.“You have the job.”“Oh.”That was the only sound I could produce after

He turned slowly. “We forgot to ask the doctor how many times.”I faced him. “Surprisingly, you’re enjoying this more than me, Mr. White.”He huffed a quiet laugh and stood. His cock was still fully hard, heavy and glistening. My stare made it twitch, thickening further as his eyes locked on mine.“You keep staring at me like that and you’ll end up carrying twins.”I quickly averted my eyes. “I wasn’t staring.”The sharp scent of smoke filled the air as he lit the cigarette he’d picked up from the mirrored table. He dimmed the lights even lower, then walked back to the bed.“The doctor said make use of every moment,” he murmured. “I intend to.”“Umm…” I didn’t know what to say as he gently parted my legs. I sat upright, watching him.His warm tongue left a slow trail along my inner thighs, kissing each inch of soft flesh before he reached my folds.“Funny thing is,” he said against my skin, voice rough, “I don’t usually do this. But I want to taste you. Badly. Can I?”I swallo

He let go of my wrists at once.I pushed him back, still shaking and dripping, and ran naked across the suite. The bathroom door slammed open. The sound of my own retching filled the quiet room, the sound of the vomit impossible to ignore.Mr. White followed more slowly. He stood in the doorway, still bare, watching me kneel on the cold marble floor with my hair falling forward. When the worst of it passed I turned my head and looked at him over my shoulder. My eyes were wet. My mouth was trembling.Neither of us spoke.He stepped past me, turned on the shower, and adjusted the water until it ran warm. Then he helped me up without a word, guided me under the spray, and washed me himself—gentle hands over my sore breasts, between my thighs, rinsing away the mess we had made. I stood still and let him. When he finished he wrapped a thick towel around me and led me back to the master bedroom.“Stay here,” he said quietly. “Don’t move.”He dressed in under five minutes and left.I sat on

“Keep those legs open, snowflake,” he ordered. “I’m not done playing with what’s mine.”He kept the thick head of his cock resting right against my entrance, not pushing in, just letting the heavy weight of it sit there while he slowly rolled his hips. The movement was small at first—tiny, controlled circles that dragged the swollen tip through my soaked folds over and over. Every time the ridge of the head caught on my clit, a sharp spark shot up my spine. The wet sound was soft but constant, like someone slowly stirring something thick and sticky.“Listen to that,” he murmured, eyes fixed between my legs. “Your cunt’s already making those greedy little noises and I haven’t even put it in yet.”He shifted his stance, planted one hand on the table beside my hip, and began rolling his hips harder. The head of his cock pressed more firmly, spreading me open a fraction at a time. I felt every millimeter of stretch as the blunt tip worked its way past my entrance. He didn’t slam forward.

"Uhh, fuck, don't go there, don't...." my words kept coming out more broken than I expected.Gideon kept rolling my buds with his tongue as his hands traveled my body. His fingers traced my belly, belly button, and finally stopped at the entrance of my pussy. A sharp breath escaped my throat as I expected the worst.All twenty years of my life, I had never had sex until my wedding earlier today and now, I was fully naked in front of him. My husband who had been a patient boyfriend for years.His hands explored my pussy before he slowly parted the folds. His finger slid in; tears welled up in my eyes as a second one followed.He plunged them deeper in, removing them almost immediately. His hands continued the movement."Slow down... babe... please."My please fell on deaf ears as his hands continued the movement.His lips left my buds now, crashing into my mouth. The bulge between his trousers grew as my eyes traveled across his boxers.I closed my eyes, wondering how it would fit.He