All Chapters of Sin Bound: short story collection: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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In my professor’s bed-2

[ LILA’S POV ]Professor Harlan was due back Sunday night. Victor told me we had one last night, Saturday, to push the limits before the house became off-limits again. The danger made my pussy throb all day.I prepared exactly as he commanded. I raided Harlan’s closet and found his favorite silk tie, the deep burgundy one he wore for important lectures. I wrapped it around my throat like a collar, loose enough to breathe but perfect for pulling. Then I slipped on one of his crisp white dress shirts, unbuttoned, the hem barely covering my ass. No panties. The heavy steel plug was back in my ass, and I’d edged myself twice without cumming, just like Victor ordered.At 10:30 p.m. I sent him the photo: me bent over Harlan’s bed, shirt hiked up, plug shining between my cheeks, the tie dangling between my tits.Victor: Good girl. Door unlocked?Lila: Yes, Daddy. I’m already dripping on his sheets.He arrived at 10:45. The second the bedroom door closed, Victor grabbed the tie and yanked me

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[ LILA’S POV ] Midnight Whispers and Morning AfterThe weekend after Victor’s risky visit under the same roof, Professor Harlan announced in our graduate seminar that he would be hosting a small departmental gathering at his house on Thursday evening. “Just colleagues, a few students, wine and cheese,” he said with that warm, scholarly smile that made half the class swoon. I sat in the front row, legs crossed tightly, still feeling the faint ache between my thighs from Victor’s last pounding. The thought of hosting a party in the very rooms where I had been defiled made my pussy clench involuntarily.Victor texted me the moment class ended.Victor: Thursday night. Party at his place. I want you there, dripping for me the entire time. We’re going to play while they sip wine downstairs.My hands shook as I replied.Lila: Yes, Daddy. I’ll make sure I’m available all night.Thursday arrived too quickly. I spent the afternoon helping Harlan set up, arranging charcuterie boards, uncorking

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[ LILA’S POV ] The Lecture HallThe following week blurred between aching need and calculated risk. Professor Harlan had been unusually present, late office hours, extra seminars, and evening grading sessions in his study. He praised my dedication repeatedly, saying how lucky he was to have such a reliable TA. If only he knew that every “extra hour” I volunteered was really an excuse to leave the side door unlocked or hide fresh lingerie in his guest room for Victor’s next visit.Victor grew bolder with every text. After the party and the late-night study desk fucking, he wanted the ultimate campus violation: the main lecture hall where Harlan taught three times a week, where I sat beside the podium taking notes like the perfect, innocent student.Victor: Friday night. 11 PM. Lecture Hall 201. Wear the short plaid skirt, no panties, and the plug. Leave the side entrance propped. I want to fuck you on his desk while the whole room smells like him.My pussy throbbed the entire week jus

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[ LILA’S POV ] The Dinner TrapThe tension had become a living thing inside me. Every lecture, every casual conversation with Professor Harlan, every innocent smile I gave him felt like walking a tightrope soaked in gasoline. Victor’s suggestion, fucking while Harlan was literally in the house, had planted a dark, irresistible seed. By mid-week, it had bloomed into a full obsession. I found myself touching myself in the guest bathroom thinking about it, biting my lip bloody to stay quiet while imagining Victor’s thick cock buried inside me as Harlan moved around downstairs.I texted Victor on Wednesday night after Harlan went to bed.Lila: Dinner party idea. Small one. Just him, me, and “a friend.” You. He’ll never suspect. You can fuck me while he’s in the kitchen or pouring wine. I want the risk, Daddy.Victor’s reply came fast, as always.Victor: Friday. 7 PM. Make it happen. Wear the remote vibrator and the heaviest plug. I’m going to edge you through the entire dinner.Convincin

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[ LILA’S POV ] Echoes in the HallwayThe days after the dinner party passed in a haze of sore muscles, hidden bruises, and constant, throbbing arousal. Professor Harlan returned from his Boston symposium full of new ideas and energy, scheduling extra evening meetings with me to prepare for the upcoming graduate conference. He had no idea that every time he praised my “sharp mind and dedication,” my mind was replaying Victor’s cum leaking down my thighs while we sat across from him at his own dining table. My body remembered every thrust, every slap, every whispered degradation.Victor refused to wait long. By Monday he was texting demands.Victor: Wednesday night. Harlan works late in his study grading midterms. You’ll be “helping” him. I’ll be in the house. We fuck ten feet away from him. No locking doors. No silencing everything. I want to hear him typing while I wreck you.My hands trembled with fear and lust as I replied.Lila: Yes, Daddy. I’ll leave the side door unlocked at 9 P

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[ LILA’S POV ] Shattered BoundariesThe near-misses had stopped feeling like risks and started feeling like foreplay. By the end of the week, my body existed in a permanent state of low-level arousal, bruises hidden under concealer, bite marks on my inner thighs, the constant phantom sensation of Victor’s thick cock stretching me open. Professor Harlan remained blissfully ignorant, complimenting my “focus and maturity” during our Thursday afternoon prep session for his keynote address. I smiled sweetly across his desk while my pussy still throbbed from the hallway fucking the night before, Victor’s dried cum flaking on my skin beneath my conservative blouse.Victor’s text came while I was still in the study with Harlan.Victor: Tomorrow morning. Saturday. He has his usual 7 AM run, right? I’m coming in at 6. You’ll be waiting in his bed. We fuck until he gets back. Then again while he showers. No more hiding. I want to hear him moving around the house while I’m balls-deep in his prec

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[ LILA’S POV ]The Conference TrapThe two-day conference in Seattle was supposed to give us total freedom. Professor Harlan had booked his flight for Thursday morning and wouldn’t return until late Saturday night. Victor immediately planned to spend every possible hour inside me, turning the entire Victorian house into our personal fuck palace. But fate, that deliciously cruel bitch, had other plans.Harlan’s text came Wednesday evening while I was on my knees in the guest bathroom practicing deepthroat on my largest dildo, imagining it was Victor.Harlan: Bad news, flight delayed until Friday morning due to weather. Still leaving early Friday, but I’ll be home tonight. Dinner? I’d love your thoughts on my keynote before I go.My pussy clenched around nothing. I sent Victor the screenshot.Victor: Perfect. Tell him yes. I’ll arrive after he goes to bed. We fuck all night with him right next door, then again in the morning before he leaves. Pack light. You’re staying plugged and leaki

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[ LILA’S POV ] The sweet secret had swollen into something monstrous, beautiful, and unsustainable. After the conference weekend, the air in Professor Harlan’s Victorian house felt permanently charged, as if the walls themselves remembered every moan, every wet slap of skin, every drop of Victor’s cum that had soaked into the floors and sheets. I moved through my days in a fever dream, sore, marked, leaking, and constantly aroused. Harlan praised my “glow” during our Monday seminar, saying the extra responsibilities must agree with me. If only he knew the responsibilities involved spreading my legs for a much older, richer man in every corner of his home. Victor sensed the breaking point approaching too. His texts grew darker, more demanding. Victor: This weekend. Harlan’s hosting that faculty mixer Saturday night, then leaving Sunday for the final grading retreat. We’re ending this the right way. Full risk. No more pretending. I want him to hear. I want him to wonder. And then…

families secret-1

[ ELENA’S POV ]My heart hammered against my ribs as I crept down the creaky wooden stairs into the cellar. The air grew thicker, cooler, carrying that familiar scent I remembered from my teenage years, damp stone, aged wine, and something musky, primal, forbidden. I had told myself for years that the nighttime sounds I used to hear were just nightmares. Moans that sounded too much like my mother’s voice. The sharp crack of leather on skin. Wet, rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. Deep male grunts that could have belonged to my father… or my brother.But tonight, after two years away at college, the sounds were unmistakable. They vibrated up through the floorboards of my childhood bedroom, pulling me out of bed in nothing but a thin white tank top and pink panties. My nipples were already stiff against the fabric, a shameful reaction I tried to ignore.The wine racks looked innocent enough. But I had always been curious. I pressed against the side panel the way I’d seen in old

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[ ELENA POV ]I woke up to the feeling of something massive stretching my sore pussy. My eyes fluttered open in the dim morning light filtering through the basement windows. I was still in the hidden playroom, strapped spread-eagle to the breeding bench with thick leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. My body was sticky with dried cum, piss, and my own juices from the night before.It was my father, Marcus. His ten-inch monster cock was already halfway buried inside my cum-filled cunt, pushing through the sloppy remnants of my brother’s and his own loads from last night. He grunted as he forced the rest in with one powerful thrust, bottoming out against my cervix.“Morning, princess,” he growled, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Time for your wake-up breeding. Every day from now on, you start with family cock.”I moaned loudly, my voice hoarse from throat-fucking. My pussy was still swollen and sensitive, but the pain only made the pleasure sharper. Marcus didn’t hold back. H

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