The Man Of Sin: The Series - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: The Series

... a single singe being left on his clothes. Somehow, her hair and skin were undamaged, but she felt like her naked form had just been blasted with a blowtorch. Had she been exposed to those same flames under natural circumstances, she would have suffered severe burns across her entire body. “And I must say, I’ve come to taking a liking to you. I find that fire in your eyes rather charming, that fighting spirit. Not to mention this beautiful body of yours.” She shivered in humiliation, now feeling his palms on her bare flesh. He had one hand on her breast, squeezing her tightly but also using his fingers to probe the most sensitive nerve endings. Whether it was his experience with women or his unholy powers, he was intentionally trying to arouse her and expose her to as much focused pleasure as possible. He moved his other hand down her flat belly, admiring her smooth skin. She clamped her thighs together, but with the slightest touch of his fingers, he wrenched them apart as if there were shackles on her ankles. He traced the entrance to her womanhood with his middle finger, savoring what was to come. Not only had the flames destroyed her uniform, they had burned away every hair on her body. From the neck down, she was essentially porcelain. “As my queen, you’ll live a life of luxury. You’ll rule the world at my side, with your every desire being satisfied. You’ll eat the finest food, wear the most elegant clothes, and practically bathe in gold in jewels. And at night, I’ll ...

... make you moan like an opera singer as you have orgasm, after orgasm… after orgasm. All you have to do is swear your loyalty to me.” She cried out as he ran his finger between the lips of her pussy, lightly stirring the soft flesh before entering her. Helena had been raised to believe that self-pleasure was one of the greatest sins. She had never touched herself the way Xavier was touching her now, never probed her insides the way he was. She stood, completely helpless as violated her, working his fingers in and out of her ripe, adolescent flower. She could feel it, the intrusion of his fingers stimulating her and making her wet. But this wasn’t the first time she had felt this, and it was that familiarity that made her sick with dread. ‘No! Not again!’ “No! I won’t do it! I’ll never turn my back on God! I’ll never join you!” While she tried to sound strong, her voice cracked and she whimpered from the undeniable pleasure being felt from him molesting her. His hand was slick with her wetness and she could feel drops running down her inner thighs. “Are you sure? This is you last chance? Become my queen or suffer the consequences.” “I’d rather die than be your queen!” Hearing her resolute voice, Xavier at first sighed in annoyance, but then began to laugh. Helena screamed in agony as she felt something burningly hot sear her skin. He had his tongue pressed to her neck, and after a few moments he pulled away, with the same circle of sixes branded onto her with her flesh smoking. ...