Page 3 of His Dark Discipline

A body begging for a man to break it in.

I can take her right now…

Marla is downstairs. She won’t hear. I can spread those lean legs and stretch her cunt to fit me. The water from the shower will wash away the blood of her innocence, and I’ll ravage her over and over again until she’s come so many times she forgets her own goddamn name.

No.

I can’t. I’m not fit for her. She’s an angel, and I’m a monster. She could never love me. She has no idea what kind of a man I am. I built my own personal hell, brick by brick, and now I have to live in it.

Alone.

I have to go. But I can’t bring myself to move.

Pre-cum spills onto my palm as I pull my cock out. I’m hard as the stone I was carved from and hotter than the inside of her pussy. Fuck. Her body is so young and firm. It would be a crime not to claim her now. I’ll make her scream my name as I find her cervix with the tip of my dick.

I jerk my cock like the animal I am, my balls taut with a hot load that belongs inside her. Any one of her holes will do.

I’m close. Jesus Christ, it’s going to happen.

But then something terrible happens.

Lily turns. Her eyes go wide when she sees me. I try to stop, but I’m past the point of no return.

A deluge of hot, white, sticky cum fountains out of my cock and sprays forth like a fire hose. My body shakes. My core goes tight, and my legs cramp as my lust erupts. Each rope makes a loud, smacking sound as it hits the tile floor at my feet. I grunt and brace myself against the door frame as my hips move like I was fucking her, begging for her body, desperate to be inside.

Her mouth opens slightly in shock. It only turns me on more as I think of myself dumping my hot load between her lips and onto her little pink tongue.

As the last of my cum spills out of me, and I milk the last drops from my tip, I take a deep breath as the shame washes over me.

I’m a monster.

Not only have I just ruined my marriage, but I’ve also done something irredeemable in front of my stepdaughter.

I thought I could hold out. I thought I still had self-control.

“Damon…” Hearing my name from her lips is like a follow-up punch to a knockout blow. I cringe and fumble with my still-hard cock as I try to get it back in my pants.

“I – I’m sorry, Lily,” I groan as I begin my confession. “I couldn’t control myself. Seeing you prance around my house in my T-shirt, not wearing any panties…your breasts bouncing and your ass peeking out. You have me hard all the time. I can’t take it.” I manage to get my cock back in my jeans and the first button buttoned. “I’m a bad man, Lily. Your mom told me you’re innocent, and I wanted that sweet virgin pussy just for me.”

I hear Marla coming up the stairs.

Quickly, I turn and run.

I’m not afraid. Nothing scares me.

No. I’m ashamed.

I’m a poison. A virus. I corrupt everyone and anything I come into contact with, and I can’t do that to Lily. She needs a life without me. I’m no kind of stepdad. A father figure. Hell, I’m not even a good role model.

Taking the back stairs, I get into my car and pull away into the night.

I’ll leave. Marla can have the house, and she can raise Lily the right way. Away from me. Give her the life an angel like her deserves. I lost control, but I’ll find it again. I have to. In order to protect Lily, I have to stay away.

I grit my teeth and drive into the darkness where I belong.

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