Page 14 of Dirty Little Sinner

FIFTEEN

MADDISON

Everything is so sensitive. The blood is rushing to my head but I’m so tight with tension from being denied my orgasms. The feeling of his mouth on my pussy is fucking electric. I won’t survive being denied again. I swear to God I need this climax more than I need my next damn breath.

“Oh, fuck yes. Please, please don’t stop. I’ll do whatever you want just let me fucking come!” I scream out as he pushes his tongue inside my pussy. The blood is pounding in my ears and the head rush I’m getting is only serving to make everything feel ten times more intense. Every stroke of his tongue sends a current through me like a live wire shocking me from a slumber. I can feel my climax breaching the horizon and I try to latch onto it with everything I have but it’slike he knows and laughs darkly. “Please, I swear I won’t disobey you!” Fuck, I would promise to tongue his asshole right now if he just lets me come.

To my utter relief he doesn’t stop. The orgasm tears through me like a tsunami. I forget how to breathe for a moment until a scream so primal tears out of me, then to my utter horror I feel myself squirt.

I have never done that before.

Before I can process what the fuck just happened or deal with the fact I can feel myself still squirting, I’m spun again until I’m upright. A hand closes around my throat.

“You’ve been holding out on us,” one of them growls.

I shake my head. “I’ve never—” My reply is cut off when someone smacks my pussy, sparking another orgasm. I’m unprepared for it and it robs me of oxygen as it bursts through me with a blazing heat making me feel like my body is on fire. My mortification continues when he smacks me again, making me squirt. My jaw unhinges when I hear someone slurping. I have no time to process the fact that someone is drinking my cum when a hand grips my chin and forces my mouth open, then spits something into my mouth. I swallow instinctively only to realize that it was my own release I just tasted and fuck, it tastes so good.

“The dirty little slut likes it.” His voice is so deep and gravelly it sends a shiver down my spine. Aftershocks still roll through me—having two orgasms back to back like that has taken it out of me, especially that first one. That wasthemost intense climax I have ever experienced.

“Awww, don’t get sleepy on us now, baby. We’re not done with you.” Normally hearing that would thrill me but tonight, I’m just fucking worried that another orgasm will cause me to black out and with these three, that is definitely on the cards because they are so far from selfish when it comes to making sure I am taken care of it’s not funny.

I shake my head. “I can’t,” I plead.

“You can and you fucking will,” one of them snarls in a robotic voice that I am used to as another pushes two fingers inside my quivering pussy, drawing a heady moan from me. “Give me what I want,” he demands. I try to tug on my restraints, but it’s futile. There is no breaking free of these leather straps, they hold Luther’s weight as Connie hurls knives at him. My back arches forward as a wave of pleasure rolls through me with the force of a rip tide. I know I’m seconds away from coming and there isn’t a thing I can do to stop it. “Come for me, sinner,” are the last words I hear before my orgasm erupts and tears me in half, pulling a roar so loud fromme that even Hades would be proud. But the pleasure is too much and I black out.

I wake to the feeling of being jostled. I keep my eyes closed as I realize I’m being carried and tucked against one of their chests. The warmth seeping into me from how close he is soothes me. These three masked strangers are making me feel things I never thought I would ever get the chance to experience in my life.

I’m so confused.

My feelings for Royce, Derek and Cameron haven’t lessened. Even being away from them for a year the feelings remained. Allowing these three to ravage my body and push me to the limits each night as I explore all my sexual desires still hasn’t dimmed my desire toward the three of them. Every morning I wake, a pang hits me and I feel regret over fucking red, yellow and blue. I wish more than anything that it was the others meeting me every night and bringing my wild fantasies to life.

Realization hits me, this will be over soon and I won’t get a chance to meet with these three anymore and my hope of Derek, Cam and Royce ever returningmy feelings will be nothing but a pipe dream. I’ll be locked up for years all because my mom is a piece of shit.

“Take her to her room.” At the sound of the robotic voice coming from my left I tense, unintentionally alerting the one carrying me that I’m awake. We pause mid step and I slowly open my eyes, knowing there is no point faking sleep when he knows I’m awake. I look up and am met with the blaring lights from blue’s mask. The moon is full and bright tonight giving me a view of his eyes. They’re a rich brown and hold a warmth that I never expected to see considering how he fucks.

Their masks scared the hell out of me at the beginning—the sinister smile that sent a shiver down my spine, the way the white of the mask looks like skin peeling and the diamonds around the eyes that just add an ominous look to them. But the lights, they only served to enhance the horror of what you were seeing, giving you a clear view of your worst nightmare brought to life. But now, all I see is the three men who spend their nights ensuring I receive the greatest pleasure and allow me to explore my wants without judgment. I may not know who they are and know nothing about them aside from how they make me feel, but we’ve built a trust of sorts.

I allow them control and they offerme security.

“Who are you?” I blurt out. I search his eyes trying to find a single tell. Those brown eyes make me feel safe like… I’m home. They seem so familiar but I don’t delude myself into thinking I know who he is.

“Your past colliding with your present.” Blue’s answer has my brows bunching. He slowly lowers me to my feet, only stepping back when he’s sure I’m able to stand on my own. I peer down at my clothes and a warmth spreads through me when I see they have buttoned my dress and even tied my cardigan around my waist. I look up as yellow and red flank blue. I run my gaze over each of them and need coils inside me until I realize where we are. I spin around and gasp at the sight of the house.

“Time is ticking, Maddison. When faced with the choice of continuing to live in sin, will you accept it or will you repent?” I look back at red and cock my head to the side, mulling over his words.

“I’m not religious,” I say.

Yellow answers for him, drawing my attention to him. “You need to go to church to believe in a higher power. Choosing this means judgment and living in sin. Is that an option or a hard limit?” I don’t get to process his words or even formulate a response before the three of them turn their backs to me and stalk off into the darkness, with their masks as the only source of lighting.

SIXTEEN

ROYCE

The tension in the office this morning is thick enough to choke the fucking life out of you. Derek has been on edge since last night after we left Maddy. I’ve tried to ask him what’s up but he is being tight lipped. Cam is lost in his head and I know he wants to tell her the truth but Derek won’t let him. He’s worried about something and I have no idea what the fuck it is. This is the first time me and my brother have not been on the same page about something. I can usually read him like an open book but he is purposefully shielding himself off, and that shit is concerning. The only time he has ever done something like this was when he married Joanne.

I look over at our dirty little sinner and marvel at how fucking gorgeous she is. Every single time she walks into a room, she steals the air from my lungs and myfucking heart constricts. The organ now only beats for her. It is hers to command and control. I’ve never fallen in love or even wanted something more than a woman to warm my bed for a night but with Maddison, I don’t want this to end.

“I should have all of these accounts in order before I… leave.” The sound of her voice pulls me from my thoughts.

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