Sinful Fantasies; A steamy collection

Chapter 1 Madeleine's pov I snuck out of school with my three best friends; Chloe, Selene and Jane to the club. We had it all planned out for weeks. Attending a college like ours felt like being entrapped in a guarded cage like some animal. And tonight, my aim was to get laid with the hottest stranger I'd found. I was already downing my fourth shot for the night when a sharp sting landed on my ass. I froze. My jaw tightened as I turned, only to find a creepy-looking pervert grinning at me like I was his next meal. Hell No! "Get the f*ck away from me!" I snapped, accompanied by a hot slap to his face. He staggered off, he wasn't expecting it. The sound cracked through the air, louder than I expected it. The music didn't stop, but the surrounding space suddenly felt quiet. I could feel everyone watching now. Fucking Hell! My three friends rushed over to my side, staring between me and the jerk I'd just hit. "You fuckin b***h!” He spits, rubbing his cheek. “Acting all righteous now, like you weren't begging for it a minute ago” He sneers at me, gesturing lewdly to my albeit provocative dress. His gaze drags down my body, sleazy and smug, making my blood boil. I wanted to lunge at him, break his nose or something. But Selene stepped in. “Well try saying that again, you'll be leaving here with a lot more than a red cheek,” Selene warns him with a death glare. Pervert! "I knew it was a bad idea sneaking out..." Chloe murmured, voice trembling. "Now's not the time to tell you so, Chloe," Jane replied, rolling her eyes with a huff. “Let's just leave, before something else happens.” It was too late. Two huge bouncers were already walking towards us, arms crossed with a cold gaze on their faces. We were escorted out of the club, through the sweaty, horny bodies, weaving past the smell of booze, weed, and a lot of other s**t I can't place. Even without being told, I know we won't be let in there anytime soon again. This wasn't supposed to happen... The plan for the night had been to sneak out of that shitty conservative prison like college our parents had us attending, drink our hearts out, have fun and probably get laid and then, sneak back in, unseen and unsuspected by the nuns before roll call by dawn. And everything was going absolutely smoothly until that guy had decided to grope my ass very rudely and be smug about it. The security team confirms that we and the guy are never to be seen back at the club as we've violated the rules and the douchebag curses at us before heading off on his way. "That's it, asshole! Walk away and don't you dare look back, Perv!" Jane curses back at the guy, letting out a huff of frustration. "I guess it's time to head back to the dorms then." Chloe's quiet remark cuts through the silence after a few seconds. Her awkward statement eases the tension, and we find ourselves breaking into a fit of tipsy laughter as Selene begins to call for a cab. No matter how shitty my day gets, my girls were always the right people to cheer me up. Our funny group of Chloe, the absolute nerd and most innocent, and yes, we dragged her into sneaking out with us. Selene, our badass no-nonsense diva. Jane, our witty, temperamental socialite, and Me, the party animal and unofficial leader. The drive back to school is relatively quiet, everyone trying to fight by staying awake and not puking all over our Uber pool ride as we think of how to successfully sneak back in. Heavens forbid we get caught...my mother would actually kill me this time. Somehow, we manage to get back on school grounds through a sneaky path in the fence and make it past the guards and nuns on duty. We were just tiptoeing our way back to our dorm room, heels in hand as we shuffled against the walls and tried to be as quiet as possible when we heard it. "Hope you girls had fun?" Fuck! We froze! For a moment I forgot to breathe. It was as though we'd had a bucket of ice-cold water dumped on our heads as we stared straight ahead at the dean herself, leaning against the wall of the chilly hallways, arms crossed and a deadly look on her face. "I think I'm going to pass out." Chloe squeaks and with that, she pukes all over the floor, getting a generous amount of it at me, who unfortunately, happens to be standing the closest to her. Talk about double f****d. ~~~~~ "Every time I get a call from your school, I think it couldn't get worse, you, Madeline McCann, continue to prove me wrong!" Mum swerves the car, hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel. "Mum, I–" "Shut it! I don't want to know! Clubbing? You sneak out and get caught drunk and half naked? Do you have any idea what that does to the family name!" She snaps, throwing me a look that could bury one beyond six feet. I avert my gaze, wringing my fingers in my lap as I shift in the passenger seat awkwardly. Shit did explode when the calls to our parents had gone out early this morning, and we'd gotten called into the dean's office a few hours later. My offenses were so bad that, unlike the others, who were given a month suspension and observatory services in return, I got expelled. Talk about unfair! How the f**k did I even manage to exceed all the levels of warnings and get to this? Mum was shaking so badly, face red and feet continuously tapping, almost like a time ticking bomb. And I...well I'm a mix of irritated, ashamed, tired and worried I might have outdone myself this time. "You know what? I've had it. I know just what to do with you." I'm tempted to ask what she means, but I know better as I watch her continue to boil in rage all through the ride back home. Soon, the car pulls to a stop in our driveway, and she storms out, slamming the door as she marches up the stairs. I struggle with taking out my bags from the trunk, tripping over myself as I hurry after her but she doesn't even spare me a glance, running a hand through her hair and over her face as she mumbles, shoving the keys into the keyhole. "Don't bother unpacking. Come first thing in the morning and you'll be out of here." I frown in confusion, watching her fling the keys into the key basket on the table and tug off her shoes. "What? I don't understand." Mum lets out a dry humorless chuckle that echoes through our regularly quiet, cold house, turning to me. "I think it's time for a change of scenery. I've had enough of your shenanigans, I'm putting you in the custody of stronger hands." And with that, she heads up the stairs, the sound of her foot against the tiles the only thing left in the room. Stronger hands? Custody? Was she going to hand me to the cops? I panicked. I'd really pushed her buttons this time around. I went after her, I couldn't afford to go to jail now. “Mom, I'm sorry please. I'd be good,” I begged. “Don't get me arrested.” She paused, her brows furrowed. “Even better, Maddie, I'm handing you over to your Godfather,” she said, placing her phone in her ear and shutting her door on my face. I froze. Her words echoed in my head. My Godfather? Dominic Romano Vale... The first man I'd ever orgasmed to the thought of. He was my dad's good friend and Ally. I'd always had a huge crush on him while growing up, I could remember running off whenever he was around, not just because I was shy but because I was scared. Aside from being extremely hot and sexy, he had this dark aura that I couldn't place my finger on. And always wore a cold gaze that'd always sent slight shivers down my skin on sight. Laid awake countless nights driving myself to the brink of insanity and release as I pictured his eyes on me, watching me drive my vibrator in and out of my soaked cunt. Imagined the way his hands would feel, caressing my skin, tugging at my n*****s and squeezing my neck as he pounded into me. I feel a shiver run down my spine and straight through my core, my panties immediately dampening. Was this some sort of trap? How was I meant to move in with a man who scared me and turned me on at the same time? A man that had only glanced my way for a second longer once, at my dad's funeral, that being the last time I'd seen him too. I remain rooted on spot, bags lying at my feet as I think of how much the years that have gone by must've changed him. He was already good-looking then, now...now, I'm sure he's aged even more finely. I snap out of my thoughts and begin the struggle of hurling my bags upstairs, knowing very well mum must've warned the staff not to help me out. A few hours later, I'm showered and settled in bed in a pair of clean silk pajamas. I pulled out my phone, scrolled through our group chat as I confirmed with the others just how mad their parents are at them. Chloe's mum isn't talking to her, Selene's dad blocked her cards and Jane's on house arrest for the entire suspension. I tell them about my own situation, and we try to make light jokes about it. After leaving Chloe a sincere apology in her private message box seeing as I'd been the major persuasion as to why she'd agreed to sneaking out, I put aside my phone. With a sigh, I roll over and face my ceiling, feeling the thoughts of Dominic wash over me again, stronger than earlier. I keep tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. With a frustrated sigh, I slipped out of bed and began rummaging my undies' drawer pulling out my huge pink vibrator. With feverish movements, I pull off my nightdress after ensuring the door to my room is still locked and then settle back onto the bed. I flip on the well charged device and spread my bare thighs. I moaned as I rubbed the vibrator in circles on my already wet p***y. Dominic's intense gaze flashes through my head and I let out a soft moan, bringing the vibrator to my cunt. Fuck. The man was breathtakingly hot! I slam a nearby pillow to my mouth, muffling my cry out as I push Hthe vibrator in, the tingles sending a rush through me, wetness soaking the device and my thighs. I continue to drive the vibrator in and out, moving faster with every thrust as I feel myself chasing the peak of my orgasm. With a final muffled scream of pleasure, my body shakes as I chase the high and orgasm, wetness gushing from my cunt.