All Chapters of Forbidden Cravings (Short Sweet Novel): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The clock on the stove says 11:47. I’m rinsing the last plate when the knock comes—three hard, deliberate raps that don’t sound like any neighbor we know. My husband freezes in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. His face has that same tight, gray look he’s worn for weeks every time the subject of money comes up. “Don’t,” I start, but he’s already moving to the door. It opens before he reaches it. Four men step inside like the lock was never there. Black masks cover everything except their eyes. Different heights, different builds, all of them solid and quiet in the way that makes the the whole room feel thinner. One closes the door behind them and flips the deadbolt. My husband backs up until his calves hit the couch. “I told you I need more time—” “Time’s up,” the tallest one says. Voice low, almost calm. “Forty-three thousand. Interest keeps running Marcus. You don’t have it. We know.” His eyes slide to me. “But she does.” I feel the words land slow like

Three nights later the marks on my wrists from the zip-ties have faded to yellow, but the ache between my legs hasn’t. I walk around the apartment sore and empty, catching myself pressing my thighs together when a random memory hits- the stretch of three cocks at once, the wet sound of them finishing on my face while my husband watched. I hate that my hand drifts between my legs in the shower. I hate that I come harder thinking about the masks than I ever did thinking about him. He’s quieter now. Moves like a man waiting for the next blow. When the knock comes at midnight he doesn’t even flinch. Just stands up and walks to the door like he’s opening it for guests. Funny right. Four masks again. This time one of them carries a black duffel. He drops it on the coffee table and unzips it slow. Rope. A short leather strap. A slim metal bar with cuffs on each end. A black ball gag still in its plastic. My stomach drops and my cunt clenches at the same time. “Clothes off,” the tal

I tell him I was at Maya’s the whole night. It’s the next evening. We’re in the kitchen. He’s leaning against the counter with a beer, watching me like he already knows the answer and is just waiting for me to dig the hole deeper. I keep my voice steady, even add a little attitude. “I was at Maya’s. We watched a movie. I came straight home.” Marcus sets the bottle down without a sound. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocks it, and turns the screen toward me. My location history is right there—blue dots that clearly show I was across town near the same bar from two nights ago for almost three hours. Underneath it are screenshots of the texts I sent the guy whose cologne I still can’t fully wash off my skin. I open my mouth to double down and he just shakes his head once. “Don’t.” He takes my wrist—not hard enough to bruise, just firm enough that I know fighting is pointless., and walks me down the hall to my bedroom. He closes the door behind us and locks it. Then h

The power went out like somebody flipped a switch on the whole damn building. One second the fellowship hall was full of those cheap fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, the next it was black. Only that red exit sign near the double doors still glowed, painting a thin stripe across the floor. I heard the lock click from the outside. Somebody laughed. “Stay pure in there, you two!” Then footsteps ran off down the hallway. Classic youth-group bullshit. Me and Caleb were the only ones left. Everyone else had already piled out after the lock-in ended. We’d stayed to stack chairs. Now we were stuck. I could hear him breathing a few feet away -calmly and slowly. Same way he always breathed when Pastor asked him to lead prayers. “You okay?” I asked. “Yeah.” His voice came out soft. “Just… dark.” I felt my way to the wall and slid down until my back hit it. The floor was cold through my jeans. After a minute I heard him move closer. Not much. Just enough that I could smell the fai

They unlocked the doors just after dawn. Somebody from the maintenance crew, yawning, keys jangling. The second the light from the hallway spilled in we both scrambled like we’d been caught mid-prayer instead of mid-fuck. Caleb yanked his jeans up so fast he almost tripped. His shirt was still half-buttoned and stained. My cum had dried in streaks down the back of his thighs; you could see the shiny tracks if you looked close. He wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes when they poked their heads in and laughed about “the purest lock-in ever.” Pastor even clapped him on the shoulder and said something about God testing patience. Caleb just smiled that same soft church-boy smile and nodded. He smile which always deceived me was now so obvious, as daylight. I watched the way he walked - talked like every step reminded him what was still leaking out of him. We made it to the bathroom down the hall before anyone else. The fluorescent lights hummed. He locked the door, turned, and the second it