All Chapters of Taboo Chronicles: A collection of dark stories: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Matthew’s POV)I just knew she would take the long route. I had been watching Jenna Jones long enough to know her patterns the way I knew code. She was methodical and predictable.A woman who made the same careful choices every single day because careful choices felt safe. But safe was boring. And safe was why she was dying slowly in that relationship with a man who didn’t deserve the air she breathed. I had gone to the media lab instead of the locker room, as our coach had ordered, and then positioned myself properly, angling the desk chair so that the window behind me caught the corridor reflection perfectly. It was an old trick I’d learnt from spending time being invisible. My mind flashed to the first time I saw her six months ago. I’d been half asleep, taking out the trash early in the morning, when a moving truck

The evening air was stagnant, heavy with the looming threat of another storm, but the real tempest was currently in my head.  It had been a week of Matthew dictating what I wore to school. Each one more daring and provocative than the last.  What was beginning to bother me was the fact that he knew I had the type of clothes he ordered me to wear. They were clothes I bought but never had the courage to wear outside. Only wearing them indoors to feel sexy once in a while.  The sound of my front door opening jolted me out of my thoughts.  "Jenny baby!” David’s voice bellowed, his voice thick and slurred. “Where... where are ya?" 

The classroom felt like it was shrinking. Every time I opened my mouth to explain an equation, my voice betrayed me. The hum of the fluorescent lights in the algebra classroom had never sounded so loud. Or maybe it was just that my entire nervous system had been hijacked by the rhythmic, buzzing frequency between my thighs. I was being tortured in plain sight. I stood at the whiteboard, a marker trembling in my hand, trying to explain the quadratic formula while my internal muscles were locked in a desperate, losing battle against the silicone intruder. Matthew was relentless. He didn't just turn the vibrator on; he played with it like a DJ. He would let the frequency hum at a low, agonizing thrum until my breathing hitched, then just as I was regaining my composure, he would ramp it up to a violent, teeth-chattering buzz. Matthew didn't

My heart was pounding like native drums in my chest. "What? I don't—" "Don't lie to me!" he yelled, throwing the phone onto the coffee table. It skittered across the wood, the screen glowing with the thread of messages from Matthew.  He hadn't scrolled far enough to see the video, but he had seen the "Goodnight, sexy." The "I want to rip those clothes off you."  "Who is this guy?" he roared, stepping into my personal space. "I’ve been enduring while you’re out here acting like a common whore behind my back?!" 

I let out a sharp, jagged cry as he roughly slammed into me. His thick cock stretching my sore pussy felt like I might break. But it was mind-numbingly good.  He pulled out slowly, his girth sending sharp flames of pleasure through me, then he slammed back into me hard. The force of it rocking the bed.  All my brain functions went blank, leaving only tingling nerves. It was like I was drowning in waves of pleasurable pain.  The slapping sound of his skin hitting mine and my mindless moans filled the quiet room. Every thrust hit my G-spot with clinical precision, sliding into my cervix.  He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back until my spine arched, pushing my hips into his more. "Look at you. You love this, don’t you?” He growled, slamming harder into me. "Only I can make you feel this way. You belong to me," he accompanied each word with a bone-jarring thrust. “You belong to me.