Page 9 of The Darkest Hour

This was only the beginning.

A tantalizing teaser.

A warm-up or. . .tutorial to show the women what I expected of them.

Soon there would be five nasty, wild rounds of fucking full of sweat, groans, a little blood, and absolute sweet agony.

Tonight is going to be a very good night.

I turned to the woman who had said she drank the most water. Currently, she was lapping her tongue between the bound woman’s pussy.

I grinned. “Piss on her.”

“Yes, sir.”

With an excited nod, she positioned herself over the bound woman.

Was she eager to explore my desires?

Or was she happy to dominate the other, if only in this twisted way?

Regardless, I looked on with bated breath.

The others watched with wide eyes as she squatted over her, spread her thighs, and released a pale yellow stream onto the squirming woman below, igniting a primal response deep within me.

Mmm. How beautiful. Urine spilling over her bare unmarked skin.

The sudden warmth and wetness elicited a jerk and gasp from the bound woman, but her cries were quickly muffled by another woman's mouth on hers.

A familiar rush of tantalizing heat vibrated through me as I observed the submissive woman's continued degradation,

Why did I like this?

I had asked myself this question many times before, yet the answer remained elusive.

Sure. . .the act was primal, raw, and undeniably humiliating for the woman—yet it stirred something deep within me.

Perhaps it was the sheer power dynamics at play, the complete surrender of one to the will of another.

Or maybe it was the taboo nature of it, the breaking of societal norms that thrilled me to my core.

I wasn't sure if I had any sexual limits anymore. Each new experience seemed to push me further, testing boundaries I hadn't even known existed.

Was there a line I wouldn't cross?

I couldn't say.

Every act, no matter how extreme, seemed to hold a dark allure. The depravity of it all fascinated me, like a moth drawn to a flame.

But was this lack of limits bad?

Should I be concerned about how far I was willing to go?

The question lingered in my mind, but I found it difficult to care.

The thrill, the excitement of the forbidden, was intoxicating.

It consumed me, driving me to explore deeper into this shadowy world.