Page 4 of Sinful Secrets

I get up and tip toe to my door, turning the handle and breathing a sigh of relief when the door opens. I slowly peer left and right, making sure the coast is clear. I slip out and make a run for it, running in the opposite direction to the sound of where the party is coming from. There has to be a back entrance, another way out.

I pause at the end of the hall, hearing voices, and I carefully look. I gasp and quickly cover my mouth. It’s him, the one that makes me feel warm, he's with a woman. She is on her knees in front of him… I'm not sure what it is she is doing. He is holding her hair, watching her, his mouth slack and his face is pinched––almost as if he is in pain.

“Hmm, take my dick, baby… Yeah, like that.” He moans and tilts his head back, closing his eyes. Something tells me I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t look away. Her head moves faster, his chest starting to rise and fall quickly. He moans deep in his throat. “Going to come, baby.” He pants.

A heat, an ache builds in me, and my heart is racing, a feeling I am not allowed to have, a feeling that this is a sin. This is something I have never had before, but I have heard rumours about other sisters and about their punishments.

He thrusts his hips forward and stills, letting out a deep groan. The woman moans and continues moving her head. His eyes lazily open and a smile spreads across his face. He looks beautiful.

As if he can feel my stare, his eyes land on mine and I gasp. He moves the woman out of the way and quickly does up his jeans, storming towards me.

“Khan, what the hell?” the woman protests but he ignores her and comes straight to me. I am frozen to the spot, holding my breath as fear creeps up my spine.

He stops just inches in front of me, his eyes searching mine. I feel my heart beating erratically in my chest, and my cheeks heat. He doesn’t say anything, he just grabs my hand and drags me back to my room.

pulling me inside and shutting the door behind us.

“You need to understand that is safer for you here than where you came from, you need to understand that what you know to be the right thing isn’t and this is the real world, not that fucked-up shit you’ve been brainwashed to believe. Shit, what will it take to make you see that?” he rants before pausing as he looks to me. “Say something.” He sighs.

“What were you doing?” I ask curiously. I know I shouldn't, I know it’s a sin and I shall have to repent for it later, but I can’t seem to help myself.

He smirks. “You really want to know?”

I swallow nervously and nod. He comes to me, leaning in, his breath tickling across my lips. “That woman out there was sucking my dick. You know what a dick is, right?” he asks, his eyes piercing mine.

I nod. “Yes, but I do not understand,” I whisper.

He brings his hand up, cupping my face. I feel my cheeks heat and my mouth becomes dry as he slowly strokes his thumb across my bottom lip. “She took my dick into her mouth, her soft lips, tongue, everything makes it feel good, so damn good,” he whispers.

I swallow, feeling odd. “I… I don’t feel so good,” I breathe.

He smiles. “That’s where you're wrong, Bambi, your cheeks are flushed,” he says, stroking my cheek. “Your pulse has quickened,” he says, moving his finger to my neck. “And your pupils are dilated,” he adds, looking into my eyes.

“This isn’t acceptable, I can’t be feeling this, it is a sin. No, no, this is wrong, all wrong.” I panic, stepping back.

I remove my gown and drop to my knees, facing away from him. “Please, please, I must be punished for my sins… my thoughts… I cannot bare it any longer,” I beg, keeping my head bowed.

“What the fuck?” I hear him utter.

I begin to whisper prayer. “Forgive me Lord, forgive me of my sins, wash me from my guilt, bestow my punishment upon me. I pray for your forgiveness,” I repeat over and over.

“Fuck, stop,” he orders, but I ignore and continue my prayer. “I said fucking stop!” he yells, lifting me from the floor, turning me in his arms. “Who did this to you?” he asks.

I look at him confused. “Father Isiah, he forgives me for my sins with the belt, it is the only way,” I answer.

There’s a pained look across his face and he sighs and shakes his head, pulling up my gown to cover me. “This isn’t forgiveness, this is sick. This is wrong,” he says softly, stroking his finger down one of the scars on my back.

He doesn’t say anything else; he turns and leaves me standing there confused and clutching my gown. “It’s wrong?” I question myself.

Chapter Three

Khan

I head straight to the bar and grab a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass and go and sit in the corner. After the fucking shit I've just witnessed I need a drink.

Rip walks over, and I don’t have to say anything to him, he knows me, knows when something ain’t right.

“What is it?” he asks.

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