Page 4 of The Secrets of a Sin

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Carter climbing onto the bed beside us with his full attention on me.

“I’m tired of my best friend getting all the action.” He wound his hand around the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair. “Open your mouth.”

Darting my tongue out to wet my lips, I willingly let him pull me down until my mouth brushed the tip of his dick. I didn’t stop fucking Kai-I couldn’t stop. My movements turned a bit sloppier as I took Carter the rest of the way but I finally felt whole.

“Fuck, Char.” Carter hissed as my mouth bobbed up and down on him. With one palm resting on Kai’s chest and the other on Carter's dick, I fucked them both with the same fiery passion. Making them both groan in unison, I felt my impending orgasm strike me fast.

“That’s it, harder.” Kai growled as he forced me up and down his length, gritting his teeth in agony.

“You’ll be our fucking whore, McKinney.” Carter grunted as he thrust himself into my mouth. “You’ll take both our dicks whenever and wherever.” His own words seemed to spur him into a frenzy as he fucked my face more forcefully. His blond locks were covered with sweat as his abs constricted with every stab.

“Our whore.” Kai growled. “Just ours.”

As if their dicks weren’t enough to send me over the edge, their words are. I was floating on cloud nine as they used me as their own. Taking what they wanted and throwing me into a pit of ecstasy my body wasn’t used to.

Then it finally hit me.

The feeling I’ve chased for so long.

My body stilled, but I was continuing to be filled earnestly.

I couldn’t cry out my release. I couldn’t even move. All I could do was ride the wave and it felt so fucking good. Tears pricked my vision and soon both men belted out and released deep inside of me. Stars manifested above me, and everything around me faded.

I was reborn.

1

CHARLOTTE

Present

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” The words come out as more of a hushed whisper as I rest my elbows on the podium-like stand in front of me. With closed eyes, I feel more at ease knowing that I’m somewhat concealed behind the opaque confessional screen. But no matter how relaxed I felt, I was still dreading this day. “I had the same dream again.” I force my stare downward, feeling guilt course through me. “It… it made me want things again.” I feel on the urge of tears but hold myself together.

“How long has it been since your last confession?” His shaky voice spoke as my fingers sought out the tiny cross that adorned my neck.

“A month.” I confess. “But this time it was different.” I swallow, remembering the impure thoughts that raced through me that night. I could barely control the urge that was snowballing inside me, it was like I was possessed but I somehow managed to wake myself up.

“How different?” I could hear the confusion in his tone as I twirled my necklace between my fingertips.

“No matter how hard I tried to wake up, it was like my body wouldn’t allow it.” It felt stupid to say, but it was true. It was as if I was reliving that night again. I could feel their skin burning across mine, drowning me in their euphoria as I laid on the bed. My insides were on fire, and the sinister side of me wanted to go up in flames with them.

But I couldn’t allow myself to do it again.

“What do you think may have caused it?” He presses. “Surely, you’re still attending your meetings, correct?”

Nodding, I let out a breath of air. “Yes. Every week.” I admit. “I go to classes, I go to my meetings, I go for a run every morning… I follow the same routine every day.” I shake my head trying to comprehend why I randomly dreamt of that night again. “Nothing out of the ordinary happened.”

There's a brief pause between us when I hear his chair shuffle across the floor.

“Your addiction was powerful, Charlotte.” He reminds me. “When you first arrived here you were suffering gravely, you could barely even focus on your studies.”

Last year was mostly a blur. After my scandal rocked our town and tainted our family’s reputation, I was sent here.

St. Catherine’s School for Young Women.

A boarding school for damaged girls like myself, where they vowed to cure you of your weakness.

“Studies were the least of my issues at that time, Father.” I deadpan, remembering the initial sting of my sin. As the daughter of the respectable Mayor McKinney, the last thing he needed was a sex obsessed daughter who had a viral sex video sent out to the world. It was a harsh blow to his campaign, his reputation and his role as a doting father. I couldn’t even look him in the face after what happened, I was an embarrassment to the family, and they did what any sane parents would have done. They banished me here, hoping to rid me of my addiction. In reality, they couldn’t deal with the shame of not having a flawless daughter.

---