All Chapters of Sins Of The Flesh: A Taboo Collection : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Layla's POV.My world narrowed to the sharp sting blooming across my ass and the heavy weight of Marcus’s hand pressing me down against his thighs.The third smack landed harder than the first two, the sound crisp and obscene in the quiet living room. Pain flared hot and bright, radiating outward until it melted into something dangerously close to pleasure.“Three,” I gasped, my voice trembling. “Thank you… Sir.”Marcus’s palm lingered on the curve of my right cheek, rubbing slow circles over the thin fabric of my sleep shorts as if soothing the burn he’d just created. The gentle touch after the sting made me squirm, my hips shifting involuntarily against the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against my lower belly.I could feel how thick he was, how much this was affecting him too.“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice rougher now, edged with restraint. His fingers traced the hem of my shorts again, dipping just beneath to brush my bare skin. “You’re not fighting this as

Layla's POV.My last class dragged on forever. I sat in the back row of the lecture hall, my thighs pressed tightly together under the desk, trying desperately to focus on the professor’s voice droning about economic theory. It was impossible. Every shift in my seat sent a fresh reminder of the soreness in my ass, the lingering heat from Marcus’s handprints. And worse, every single heartbeat made my swollen clit throb against the damp cotton of my panties.I was soaked. Achingly, shamefully wet.All day I had felt it, the slick slide between my folds, the way my nipples stayed tight and sensitive against my bra. Marcus’s words replayed on an endless loop in my mind: You’re not allowed to come without my permission. The denial was driving me insane. I had caught myself daydreaming during a group discussion, imagining his thick fingers pushing inside me again, his deep voice praising me for being a good girl while he spanked me raw.By the time the final bell rang, I was a live wire — f

Layla's POV.Sunlight filtered through the curtains when I woke up, my body deliciously sore in ways I had never experienced before.I shifted under the sheets and immediately felt the evidence of last night — the deep ache between my thighs, the tender throb in my pussy from being stretched so thoroughly by Marcus’s thick cock, and the faint stickiness of dried cum on my inner thighs. A slow trickle of his seed still leaked from me as I moved, a constant, filthy reminder that my stepfather had filled me completely.My hand drifted down instinctively, fingers brushing over my swollen folds. I was still sensitive, still slick with a mix of our combined fluids. The memory of his guttural groan as he came inside me, the way he had pushed his cum back in with his fingers, sent a fresh wave of heat through my core.“My cum. My rules.“The words echoed in my mind, dark and intoxicating. My stomach fluttered with a confusing blend of shame and arousal. I was twenty, on birth control or at le

Layla's POV. The next morning, I woke to the feeling of Marcus’s thick cock already nudging against my entrance from behind. I was still half-asleep, spooned against his large, warm body in my bed, when he pushed inside me with one slow, deliberate thrust. A soft moan escaped my lips as he filled me completely, stretching my sore, cum-filled pussy once again. “Morning, little girl,” he murmured against the back of my neck, his voice rough with sleep and lust. His hand slid over my hip and settled possessively on my lower belly. “Time for your first load of the day.” He fucked me lazily at first — deep, grinding strokes that made me feel every inch while his fingers circled my clit with practiced ease. I pushed back against him, gasping as pleasure quickly overtook the soreness. “Sir… yes…” I whispered, reaching back to grip his thigh. Marcus nipped at my shoulder. “That’s right. Take it. Keep this womb nice and full for me.” He came inside me with a low groan, pumping several t

Layla's POV.I couldn’t sleep.Even after Marcus had fucked me slow and deep in his bed, filling me one more time before pulling me against his chest, my mind refused to quiet. His hand still rested possessively over my lower belly as he slept, warm and heavy, as if already protecting something that wasn’t there yet.Or maybe already was.The thought sent a fresh spike of panic through my chest.I slipped out of bed carefully, wrapped myself in his discarded button-down shirt, and padded downstairs to the kitchen. The house was dark and silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator. I poured myself a glass of water and stood at the counter, staring out the window into the backyard where I had played as a teenager.This was insane.I was twenty years old. I had college, friends, a future, and here I was, letting my stepfather breed me every single day like some kind of twisted fantasy come to life. No protection, no plan, just his thick cock and his cum and his obsessive words abou