Page 29 of Sinner

After stripping off my shorts, I turned on the shower, but I wasn’t idle with my thoughts.

My desire for a woman I didn’t know also wasn’t striking in any way. I’d craved and enjoyed many a beautiful creature when I was forced to feed the beast of desire. However, this time was different.

She was different.

In my mind, she could be the one, the single creature capable of handling the proclivities set forth by my toxic upbringing. Some said evil could be managed, even manipulated by drugs or incarceration, yet not when one was born into the need.

That much I instinctively knew about my parents. There was malicious intent running through my blood.

As soon as I stepped into the shower, I moved under the thick, scalding spray of water. If only the intense heat was capable of cleansing my tarnished soul. I’d learned a long time ago that wasn’t possible.

I threw my head back, but I wasn’t praying, unless my filthy thoughts could be considered summoning the demon lurkinginside. As water splashed down the length of my body, I rolled my palms down my chest, fisting the base of my cock.

Images of her face, the terror imbedded in her eyes would never leave me. She’d fought the fear, facing an uncertain reality with more verve than any other lamb facing possible slaughter. She’d remained defiant, even argumentative, and my cock had swelled to more than its normal size.

As I fisted my cock, squeezing until it became painful, I allowed thoughts of what I could and would do to her to fuel the continued longing.

The pain in my balls heightened my senses. As I pulled my dick to full length, I continuously envisioned the way her lips would look surrounding my cock.

I’d almost forced her to her knees in the forest, commanding her to suck me. Hindsight wasn’t necessarily a virtue.

It was the first thing she’d do once I had her as my possession.

Gritting my teeth, I allowed my actions to become rough, brutality the only way I could feel much of anything. I pumped hard and fast as the hunger for her increased.

She needed to want me, not just to feel my power.

I would require her to fight for everything, all the darkness she craved before being allowed to share in the joy of receivership.

Yes, I would make her work for every pleasure.

She’d tried so hard to act terrified of me, but her body’s reaction had been the exact opposite. She’d wanted me to take her right there, in the dark of night and in the midst of the stench of blood.

In a way I’d failed her. That wasn’t going to happen again.

She’d known Sinner before. How long before I allowed her to know Xander?

As the pain shifted into agony, my muscles tensed. I shifted my other hand between my legs, squeezing both balls as a testament to everything I would promise her.

Most of all freedom.

Groaning, I steadied myself as the eruption came, hot cum spurting over my hands. Soon it would be covering her voluptuous body instead. The joyous feeling was short-lived, just like always. There was only brief pleasure in the release, nothing more.

There wouldn’t be until I’d marked her porcelain skin before fucking her like she deserved.

Like the true princess of pain she would learn to be.

Soon…

Adventures were meant to start on pitch black nights.

They were endless, capable of sucking a man’s soul right out of him. They had a way of fulfilling the urge to delve deep into the darkness of one’s mind. They also provided opportunities considered unacceptable to respectable people.

I wasn’t one of them.

To me, they were comforting, allowing for further anonymity while seeking entertainment. Some would call one of my preferred activities stalking. To me, it was all about gatheringinformation, creating a chapter in a book where details could be discovered and recorded. While I was also gifted with extreme pleasure, every move I made was perfectly calculated.

In taking the time, I was afforded clarity and certainty.

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