All Chapters of Unholy After Dark: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AceI stood there for a long minute, cock already hardening in my pants as I watched. Linda’s tongue flicked rapidly over Mom’s clit. Mom moaned loudly into Linda’s pussy, her hands gripping Linda’s ass.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.Linda lifted her head first, probably to shift positions. Her eyes met mine. She gasped sharply.“Mom—Ace!” she cried out.Mom’s head jerked up too, her lips were shiny, face flushed. Both of them stared at me, bodies still tangled, stunned into silence for a long beat. Linda scrambled to sit up, trying to cover herself with her hands, but it was useless. Mom stayed on her back for a second longer, breathing hard, eyes wide but not exactly panicked.I crossed my arms, my cock straining against my jeans as I stared at their naked, flushed bodies. “Don’t stop on my account. You two look like you’re having fun.”Linda’s face burned red. She pushed her hair back, chest heaving. “Ace… this isn’t… I mean, we didn’t plan this. It just happened. After you

CharlesI swing my legs out of bed and stand. The night shorts cling to my skin, cold and sticky. I peel them off, ball them up, and walk straight to the bathroom. The dream still sits behind my eyes. Her voice saying “not yet.” The exact weight of her on my chest. The way her cunt gripped me when she bottomed out.I turn the shower on hot and step under the spray. Water runs down my back. I soap myself clean and try to think about the morning meeting instead. The numbers on the quarterly report. The client call at ten. Anything else.Her palm lands on the back of my neck again. Twack. Heat across my ass. I scrub harder.I shut the water off, dry myself, and dress for work. Shirt. Tie. Trousers. The ordinary armor. In the kitchen I make coffee and drink it standing at the counter. The apartment is quiet. Outside the window the city is already moving. I tell myself it was just a dream. Your mind do that sometimes. It means nothing.Her hips roll. The wet slap of skin. “Stay still, do no

Charles Her permission hits every nerve in my body. I cum hard across the red sheets, pulsing in her fist while she milks every drop out of me. My arms pull against the cuffs. A long, broken groan tears out of my throat. The orgasm rips through me so intensely my vision spots for a second. When it finally fades I am left trembling, ass still in the air, cum cooling under me. She releases my cock and wipes her hand on my thigh, spreading the mess. “Good boy. You did good. Although, you still look a little proud and we will fix that.” She unclips the wrist cuffs and steps back. I stay on my knees, breathing hard, face burning with a mix of shame and leftover pleasure. “Get off the bed and crawl to me.” She walks to a low armchair in the corner and sits, legs parted. I drop to the floor. The chain drags under me as I crawl across the cool surface until I am between her knees. My own cum is still sticky on my stomach. “Mouth,” she says. “And keep your eyes on me while you work.” I

RaymondHeat rolls through my stomach. I lower myself to the floor of the elevator, knees against the cool metal. I look up at her. “Please. Let me touch you. I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me.”Elizabeth’s breath hitches. She reaches down and rests her fingers in my hair, light at first, then tighter. “Again.”“Please. I need to put my mouth on you. I’ll stay right here as long as you want. Just use me.”She makes a small sound in her throat. Her other hand traces the line of my jaw. “Stand up.”I rise. The space between us disappears. Her hands find the front of my shirt and pull. Buttons scatter. She pushes the fabric off my shoulders and her palms slide over my chest.I back her against the wall. My mouth finds hers. The kiss starts hungry and stays that way. Her tongue meets mine and a soft moan slips out of her—mmmh—right into my mouth. I swallow the sound and press closer.My hands move to the clasp of her bra. It opens easily. The lace falls away and her breasts spill in

RaymondElizabeth stands, picks up the whip again, and drags the soft tips across my still-sensitive cock.Twack.The strike lands lightly across the shaft. Pleasure and pain tangle. My cock twitches, still half-hard.Twack.Across my lower stomach.Twack.Across my chest.She works methodically. Left thigh. Right thigh. The soft underside of my cock. Each impact lands with that same wet leather sound.Twack. Twack. Twack.My skin heats. Red lines bloom. My cock hardens again under the attention, swelling despite the recent orgasm. I shake my head hard, muffled protests spilling against the cloth.She ignores them. She keeps going until my whole body trembles and a thin sheen of sweat covers my skin. Then she sets the whip aside, drags a second chair from the shadows, and places it directly in front of me, close enough that our knees almost touch.She sits. Her eyes never leave mine. She spreads her legs wide and slowly removes her panties. Her pussy already glistens.She slides two f