The Man Of Sin: The Series - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: The Series

... cleaned out, Lily licked up the white streams that had run down her thighs. “Ok Daphne, you can go.” She wordlessly obeyed, picking up the heap of her clothes and stepping naked into the hallway. Lily remained on the floor, overwhelmed with disgust. Xavier got up and stepped over to her, standing over her as Daphne had done. She looked up at him, staring at his hardening manhood. “I still have lots of love for you if you want it.” Her eyes blank, she nodded and took his cock in her mouth, sucking it clean of semen and the other girl’s wetness. Xavier rubbed the top of her head. “See? Good girls get rewarded.” “So what do you think is going to happen when Sister Olivia shows up?” Helena perked up, turning to Sophie. She was eating breakfast with her friends and the mood had suddenly turned sour. “What?” “You didn’t go to detention last night. She’ll probably burst in like the Four Horsemen and behead you with a flaming sword.” A flare of spiteful anger allowed Helena to regain her composure. “Well unless she tells me that I’ve actually been expelled, I don’t care about what she has to say. I’m done being afraid of her.” “You sound like Xavier,” said one of her friends. The words sent a bolt of electricity up her spine. Sophie began to giggle. “Yeah, you really do. Lord, forgive my sinful feelings, but when he jumped between you two and broke her ruler, it was one of the coolest things I had ever seen. I could have almost fallen for him.” The other girls all squealed and ...

... laughed, but Helena had to contain her look of disbelief and terror. She had seen Xavier rape Sophie for hours on end, and even if her memories had been erased, to hear her say such a thing about Xavier made her want to throw up. Then there was her other reason to be concerned: Xavier hadn’t yet given her a task for the day. The card had just told her to wait, but it was the waiting that was truly killing her. But as it had again and again, the memory of him shielding her from Sister Olivia flashed through her mind, and for the rest of breakfast, she couldn’t get it out. Helena sat at her desk, waiting for the first class to start. Everyone was anxious, unsure of what would happen when Sister Olivia arrived. Neither Helena nor Xavier had attended detention the night before, both because they weren’t sure they still had it and as a sign of protest if they did. The door opened and the nun stepped inside, looking far more tired than usual. She avoided looking at the class and simply began writing at the bored. Helena’s tension increased, almost wishing that whatever was going to happen would just happen already. But the class progressed without any incidents. Not once did Sister Olivia raise her voice, scold anyone, or even look at the class. What was with her? Was she so angry that she had actually snapped? Or was there some other reason for her behavior? Ten hours earlier: Olivia looked around, wondering whether or not she was dreaming. She was standing in the university church, but ...