All Chapters of Dark Tales Of Midnight: A Collection Of Taboo Stories: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

HELEN’S POV “Master, I promise not to do it again,” I pleaded, my voice trembling as I thrashed desperately against my restraints. The coarse ropes bit into my wrists, pinning me flat, rendering my struggles completely useless against his overpowering weight. “No, no, Helen. I gave you a chance, but you misused it. And now you will learn,” Elias murmured, his tone dripping with cool, stern authority as his thumb traced the smooth plastic cap of the aloe vera bottle. He shifted his posture, climbing onto the mattress. The heavy springs groaned beneath his weight, and the mattress sank deep, pulling my hips downward as he hovered directly over me. Twisting the top open with a quiet click, he tilted the bottle and squeezed a generous pool of cool, viscous gel directly into his palm. Without warning, he parted my thighs, spreading my legs wide open. His fingers coated in the thick, gel-slick substance slid directly between my wet lips, smearing the soothing liquid across my swollen f

HELENS POV I stepped forward, moving slowly toward the center of the expansive main hall as all the guests settled into their respective seats around the perimeter. The surrounding air grew thick and heavy with a heady mixture of expensive perfume, spilled alcohol, and the distinct, raw scent of warm bodies. The other maids in the room were completely busy with their designated tasks, kneeling, standing, or moving between the guests. To my left, a man had a maid's nipple directly in his mouth, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she whimpered quietly. Across the room, another guest had a maid's mouth occupied, while others openly engaged in sexual acts right out in the open. Soft moans and heavy breathing filled the entire room, echoing off the high ceilings as guests drove themselves into the bodies of the servants. My fingers twitched against my thighs, and my breath hitched in my throat as my toes curled tightly inside my kitten heels. Every muscle in my legs trembled, and a c

I never expected my stepbrother to become the center of my world. When our parents married two years ago, I thought Ethan would be just another awkward addition to our blended family. He was twenty-two, tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that always looked slightly messy. I was nineteen, still figuring out who I was. At first, we barely spoke. Polite nods in the hallway, awkward silences at dinner. But something shifted during that first summer together.Our parents had gone on a week-long cruise, leaving us alone in the house. The first night, I found Ethan in the kitchen, shirtless, eating leftover pizza straight from the box. His chest was smooth, his abs defined from hours at the gym. I tried not to stare, but my eyes kept drifting back to him."Want some?" he asked, holding out a slice.I took it, our fingers brushing. That small touch sent electricity through me. We talked for hours that night, about everything and nothing. His laugh was warm, his eyes crinkling at the co

The third morning after our parents came home, I woke to the sound of the shower running down the hall. My thighs still ached from the night before—Ethan had snuck into my room again, his hand clamped over my mouth while he fucked me slow and deep so the bed wouldn’t creak. I slipped out of bed naked, padding down the hallway. The bathroom door wasn’t locked. I pushed it open and stepped inside, steam curling around me.Ethan stood under the spray, water sluicing down his chest, his cock already half-hard. His eyes locked on mine the second he saw me. “Lock the door,” he whispered.I twisted the lock and crossed the tile. He reached for me, pulling me under the water. His hands immediately found my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they tightened into peaks. “Fuck, I missed these,” he groaned, dipping his head to suck one into his mouth. I arched into him, fingers threading through his wet hair.“Mom and Dad are downstairs,” I breathed, but my hand was already wrapping around