The Man Of Sin: The Series - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: The Series

... invisible bonds couldn’t dampen her spirits after that righteous beating. Xavier glared at Lily, cowering in shame before him. “You took it out, didn’t you?” “I’m sorry, I couldn’t sleep with it inside me. But I have it in me now!” “That’s not the point! I trusted you with this task and you betrayed me! How am I supposed to believe in you?” Lily kneeled down in front of him, her eyes with terror. “You can trust me! Please! I’m sorry! Please don’t leave me!” Xavier put his hand on her head. “I’m not going to leave you, but you clearly don’t respect the rules and understand how important they are. You have to be punished. I don’t want to, but you’re forcing me to do this.” “What do I have to do?” “Follow me.” With Lily behind him, Xavier entered the gymnasium and made his way to the storage room. There weren’t any classes going on, and while the teacher was in his office, Xavier was using his powers to put him in a brief coma. While he walked, it took all of Xavier’s willpower to keep from grinning. It was time to see just how devoted this stupid girl was. Would she leave him after this, or would her submissiveness only become more deeply rooted in her soul? Not to mention it would let him quench his thirst for malice. He brought her into the dark storeroom and closed the door behind them. “Ok, take off your clothes.” Lily did as she was told and Xavier had her stand under a low-hanging pipe. Taking her blouse, he looped it over the pipe and then tied the sleeves around her ...

... wrists, keeping her bound like shackles with her arms raised. Standing naked while tied up, Lily shivered with embarrassment and fear. This was different from all her other moments with Xavier, there would be no fun or pleasure. She had broken the rules and now she had to be punished. He was standing behind her, what was he doing? The whiplash of a belt across her lower back made her cry out in pain unmatched by anything in her life. She could feel a red welt forming on her vanilla skin and she tried to hold back her tears. “What are you doing?!” “I’m punishing you. You broke the rules and brought this on yourself.” He whipped her again, this time on her thighs. She screamed and pulled at the blouse binding her wrists. A third strike was delivered, landing across her rear end.” “I’m sorry! Please stop!” she sobbed. “I thought you loved me,” he scolded while whipping her across the back three times. “I do! I love you!” He whipped her several more times, crisscrossing her back and ass with long bruises. He then had her turn around and face her, her face puffy and red from crying. But when she saw him, her eyes widened. He was crying as well, crocodile tears of course, but she didn’t know that. ‘He’s suffering too, this probably hurts him more than it does me! He really does love me!’ A strike to her flat belly robbed her of the smile that was about to appear. “Every choice has consequences, this is how the world works. I gave you love and the promise of a beautiful future, but ...