Erotic Stories from Wylde in Bed - Werewolf Erotic BDSM Story - Chapter 18

Episode Date: February 26, 2021

Joseph is ready to confront his past. To put right everything he has done wrong in the past. But to do so means facing a man who detests him. Armed with nothing more than a strong moral sense and a lucky peso, Joseph feels the time is now to face his demons. The latest chapter from the dark paranormal erotic romance Lamb to the Slaughter. You can test ride your own sensual fantasies by visiting me at wyldedesires.com

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relax. Your time for sensuous satisfaction. Your time to release that in a woman. As you listen to my voice and feel the story moving through your body, as you enjoy tonight's episode of Lamb to the Slaughter. Chapter 18 Joseph The corridors of C and E are deathly quiet at this time of night. It's not even that late. only 9.30pm. Yet, with all the physical activities during the day, most of the residents find themselves asleep by nine. When I first arrived here, I hadn't believed we could come and go as we pleased. I'd left twice since my first two days, with no one saying a word, or trying to stop me even.

I'd even got a mile down the road on the second night though tiredness got the better of me and I'd returned Tonight is different Tonight I must do what is right I must be a man and make my mum a proud No matter what anyone else says Searching for the right door in these corridors is difficult They all look the same in these dim wall lights

Although I've spent a lot of time with Aiden, I haven't actually been to his room more than twice. Our rooms are our sanctuaries, our private domains. The others rarely enter. They are a place we can go when we want privacy, when the need to get away from everything becomes too heavy to bear. Hoping and praying I found the right room. I knocked gently, so it's not to disturb anyone else.

"'Hello?' "'The gentle accent of Aidan "'confirms my hopes. "'It's Joseph. "'I need a quick favour.' "'One minute, Joseph!' "'The sound of shuffling "'and someone horridly getting dressed

"'drifts through the wooden door. "'When it opens a few seconds later, "'Aidan rubs the sleep out of his eyes, "'then offers a thin smile. "'Come in, what do you want? his voice is sleepy and more than a little irritated. I'm sorry if I woke you. I need for you to write a note.

I'll tell you what to write, but I need it now. Hayden sighs. It better not be long. I'm too tired to write long notes. It isn't. I watched Hayden write before, and it's always filled me with all. As someone who struggles with their own writing classes,

I find the art beautiful and wish my penmanship could be even as half as good as his. Hayden removes a pad and blue ink pen from his bedside table and looks my direction. Go ahead, he says sharply, watching my words flow through his pen

and magically appear on the paper as I recite them. It's almost mesmerising, making me wish that I'd spent as much time on the skill as he had. That's it? He asked desperately, fighting the tiredness

whirling in his eyes. I nod and respond. You can't tell him about this. Please, no one. And you said once you've been to Judge Hallen's house to clean the yard. I add in a soft whisper,

what is his address? It's over on me. Medawood, Aidan says with curious eyes. It's the one with the lions outside the gates, but I don't know the number. Why? Are you going there tonight? Yes, I'll be back in a couple of hours, but you can't tell anyone, Aidan. Promise me. Yes, Joseph, I promise. Just let me get back to sleep. Having everything I need to put my conscience at ease, I quietly. leave Aden to return to sleep. After tonight there will be no more guilt.

No more remorse. I can remove the plague that infects me and at last move on with my life. Joseph. It's only a matter of time. I just have to wait. The noise of the city at night seems deafening now compared to the quiet of C&E.

The hum that once relaxed me on so many nights now pains my. ears. I'm sitting in a little coffee house, nursing the one cup of hot chocolate I can afford, rolling it between my hands to pass the time. People had come and gone, many looking at me, watching me suspiciously. I can almost feel the jagged shards of their thoughts stabbing at me with every glance. What my own conscience punishes me. He needs to come. He needs to understand. He needs to forgive me. If he can't, then I can't either.

Hours pass. My chocolate long since gone cold. Bordom and fatigue soaking in as my thoughts wander a hundred different directions. Just as my eyes begin to slide shut, I feel a hand on my shoulder and the gentle tone of a woman's voice. Joseph Shawish. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yes, miss. I smile at the strange woman, in all at the soft beauty in her face,

and the pure white locks of curls dropping around her moon features. I'm Claire. She says in a voice soft and womanly. I understand you want to meet Judge Halland. I'm going to take you to him. He thought it would be fitting if you could meet him behind dirty Nellies. To put this behind you for once. and for all. My nerves begin to tingle with panic. I've gone over this exact moment in my head a hundred times these last few weeks, but now that it's really here, it fills me with trepidation. I take a deep

breath. My heart beat loud in my ears. I have little choice. This is something I have to face. We quickly leave the warmth of the coffee house behind us And travel the short distance to the alley behind dirty knellies The last place I'd seen my Louise She never made any contact with me after that fateful night The last place I'd felt that anger burning inside of me All here The shadows seemed familiar

But the smell is overpowering Heavy musk hangs in the air making me feel sick, a smell of animals, of anger, of a death. When I turn around completely, Claire has disappeared, leaving me on my own in this place. My God, what was I thinking leaving C&E and returning here? Leaving with a stranger that I don't even know. I have to get out of here. I have to return to my safe place.

Two steps forward, two steps closer to C&E, and a leaden voice calls from the shadow. Desperately I reached for my lucky peso. If there was ever a time I needed protection, that time is now. Finding nothing but a newly ripped hole in my back pocket. My heart is pounding so loud it echoes through my ears. Joseph Shawish.

I stop in my tracks. This is my chance to make everything right, to put the past behind me and make a better life for myself. to face my demons, to be a man. Judge Halland, as good as, the hard voice responds. He has a message for you. Shadows swarm around me, consuming me as the full moon disappears behind a cloak of blackness. Oh, and you are going to have to wait until next week to see what happens.

Now on Monday we have a new story. I haven't decided on which one yet. That's the beauty of being ad lib. Because it is. You don't know that. Monday stories are ad lib. They're not scripted. So I look forward to seeing on Monday. One week can get wild in bed all over again.

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