Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
White cream lands on the purple rubber, dripping down onto the stone below as I bathe the vibrator with my ejaculation.
I will have her. Wrong. Right. None of it makes sense when it comes to my stepsister and all the complications that I ignore as I spray the last of my orgasm home, my breathing ragged as the fantasy softens, but my dick doesn’t.
I palm the final drops of seed from the tip of my cock, stuffing it back into my pants with my other hand.
With shame and sweat dripping down the indent of my spine, I lift the cum-drenched vibrator from the floor, and spread myself over the entire length. I massage it in, I want it impossible to wash away.
What I’m doing is a sin of the kind I’ve never imagined before but, in my lunatic, obsessed brain, it all makes sense.
I grind the toe of my shoe into the remnants of my release on the stone, walking to the carved granite vessel filled with the blessed water as I move the drying vibrator into the inside pocket of my suit jacket.
I pull a handkerchief from my back pocket and soak the fabric, proceeding to wipe my hands clean, my head spinning.
What happens next, is either the answer to my prayers or, the devil delivering me unto evil.
CHAPTER 11
Martin
Iknow it’s her before the door is all the way open.
Deep down, I knew she might come.
I hoped she might come.
Rule 10 Spend a half an hour a day in quiet contemplation in one of the prayer rooms you will find on each floor. Light a candle, sit quietly and reflect on whatever you choose. Talk to God if that’s in your heart.
I came to the second floor. Granted, it is the prayer room I normally use, but knowing her room is on the same floor, there was a reasonable chance I would run into her at least.
But, I’m being tested because she’s just come through the door.
Deliver me from evil…
“Sorry—“ She whispers, eyes down when she sees me standing at the altar. “I’ll go somewhere else.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because, I—” She runs her hands through her hair above her ears. “I don’t know. I mean, honestly, I’m so confused. What is happening with us? Is this just part of your…reform school protocol? Or is this place just your own private stable of lonely, troubled girls looking for solace that you provide with your dark eyes and ‘trust me’ schtick.”
I shake my head. Her cheeks are rosy, she’s changed out of that little dress into a short pair of plaid boxers and a tank top with PINK written across the swell of her tits with one nipple dotting the ‘I’ perfectly.
“I have no schtick. And I do want you to trust me. More than anything.” She’s got a fury in her eyes an it only makes her more beautiful.
“I mean, I have very limited experience with boys, but with what happened in the boathouse earlier, it sort of felt like something significant. Like we were something, then, it was just over and you were back to being headmaster and I was just a student.”
I draw a hard breath, filling my chest hating the distress in her eyes.
“Things are complicated, but we are far more than headmaster and student. On that point you are spot on little dove.” I reach out to cup her cheek, the warmth growing in my palm as she swallows, crossing her arms under her tits, cocking a hip, the flicker of brat rising in her eyes. “And, let’s talk about this limited experience you have with boys. How much experience?”
She raises a shoulder, feigning boredom. “I’ve kissed.” She says on a click of her tongue. “And, I figured out, I don’t much like boys. Even when they look like men.”
“Is that so?” Heat bubbles in my belly. It’s straight up jealously but also concern that she’s been mistreated by someone other than the fucker who left those marks on her. My eyes fall onto her bare arm, the bruises there a soft greenish blue. Healing but still angry and the violent rage inside of me balls my fists. “That’s because boys are boys, age isn’t a gateway to manhood.”
“What is?”
I step forward, running my hand down from her cheek to the side of her neck, slipping my fingers around just under her jaw, feeling her pulse tick.
“A man understands his obligations and fulfills them. A man takes care of what’s his. Protects what’s important. Causes no harm but is strong enough to stand steady and do what he thinks is right, no matter how unhappy it might make you in the short term.”
That last part is more personal than it should be, but fuck it, if I’m going to be the man I know she needs, it’s time to figure the way out of this maze and make her mine.