Tempting Sin

Comforting Her

She closed the door, sprinted into the closet, and hid herself behind the hanging clothes. She slid down and huddled against the wall. Her instincts were on high alert, her ears straining for any hint of sound, her glossy eyes darting around in frantic alarm. She didn't want to do this. Even the mere thought of it caused her to retch in disgust. The woman concealed her face between her knees and curled into herself.

She heard the sound of door swinging open and felt her body in a paralyzing dread. His footfalls thudded against the wooden floor, causing her own heartbeat to go wild. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She pressed herself against the wall, yearning to disappear before he found her. 

"I know you are inside, Butterfly. Come out. We have a guest to attend," he announced, not sounding pleased. She clamped her fist over her mouth to muffle her sobs. 

Despite her efforts, she was caught. A scream of horror erupted from her throat as the clothes were suddenly swept aside, revealing him. Gripping her by her elbow, he yanked her to her feet. His jaw set and eyes flashing with annoyance. She fought against his grip but his hold only tightened. 

"Are you fucking stupid?" he chastised angrily. She broke down into sobs, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. 

"I don't want to do this, please....please..please," she implored him, her eyes reflected her desperation. He frowned. 

" Why?" he questioned, stabbing her with his glare. 

"This is wrong. So wrong..I can't even imagine being in..." her face turned scarlet with shame.   

 ".. I..I have no interest in women...or these things... please," she begged him, teetering on the brink of another break down if he refused. 

He shot her a peculiar look. 

"What do you think we are about to do?" he asked. She looked away from him. Her cheeks resemble a ripe tomato now. 

"Please," she murmured, reluctant to answer. It just felt too shameful to even utter it. He gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.  

"Answer," he commanded. She blinked a few times, trying to figure out how to say this. 

"Threesome," the word laden with a sudden surge of shame that painted her face. Upon hearing her answer, his features softened in realization. She thought she caught a hint of amusement on his face before it tightened into a deadly serious expression.   

"Of course. You are right. You are smart to figure it out. I would have never guessed you are capable of even thinking about such stuff," he stated, sounding a bit surprised himself.

"What do you think happens in a threesome though? I would hate to be disappointed in the end. She has cost me a lot you know" he pushed her. She looked away, chewing on her lip, clearly unwilling to hold this conversation.   

" It's disgusting and I don't want it," she answered as more tears slipped down her cheeks. She was clearly very nervous. 

"Don't they say the more the better? It's fun and far more pleasurable," he probed, adopting a casual tone.

Her eyes snapped to him. She was glaring at him. She was glaring at him with those celestial, gorgeous eyes.  

"No, it's not fun for me. It's gross and meaningless," she replied, a sharp edge in her voice. He smirked. It seems his butterfly is a victim of the fictional book in which sex is glorified as a sacred assimilation of two souls and shit.   

"Sex is only supposed to be pleasurable, not meaningful," he pressed her on, curious to know how many more misconceptions she was harboring in her tiny brain.