DIRTY PAGES (An Erotica Collection)
WARNING: HEAVY SMUT AHEAD!!! Mature audiences only! Proceed with caution!
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“Please,” she whispered, desperation cracking her voice. “Please, Chase.”
“Begging already?” His voice was cruel, his fingers circling faster, pushing her to the edge. “I'm not even nearly done with you yet.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, the recruit’s muffled cries and the whip’s crack filling her ears, amplifying her need. Chase’s fingers were relentless, stroking her clit, and dipping inside just enough to tease.
“Please,” she whimpered, louder now, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I won’t lie again. I’ll be good. Please, let me cum.”
He chuckled, his lips brushing her neck. “Not yet, baby. Fight it.”
Her body screamed, every nerve on fire, the recruit’s struggles mirroring her own. The girl’s master groaned, close to release, as Lila’s whip landed again and again on her ass.
Emma’s head felt like it was about to explode under the pressure, her thighs shook with the effort to conceal it, her pleas spilling out. “Please, Chase, I can’t hold it any longer… I need it."
"Don't. You. Dare. Come."
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Picture this: A CEO pinning his partner's daughter over his desk, whispering rules that chain her soul while his cock claims her body. Or a werewolf's claws raking skin in the moonlit woods, rutting her senseless till she's howling his name. We mix it up... sweet, slow-burn romances that melt into tender fucks and whispered "I love yous," flipping to the dark side with BDSM bites, non-con edges that blur fear into filthy want, and horror vibes where ghosts fuck you cold then hot.
Your panties? Ruined. Your cravings? Fed. And yet, you'll still be here begging for more.
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Chapter: YES DADDY (II)"Are you mine...?" He asked, desire thick in his voice."Yes..." she softly responded.Oh how he loved that little expression in her eyes. The soft devotion mixed with that hazy desire and arousal for him. Her cheeks were already a little flushed and her lips a little swollen from biting down on them. Pink and delicious."Yes, what...?" His voice punctured a spot in her chest and sent a thick gush of arousal down between her legs.A thickness now coated her voice when she responded. "Yes, Daddy..."His title sent an electric jolt through both of them. It made him even greedier for her. Heat bundled in his cock, a shiver ran down his spine and his eyes closed briefly, heavy with arousal before staring at her sweet eyes. The dark desire in his stunned her for a moment before she seemed to welcome every bit of his dark rush.It almost made him weak, the way she melted into the heated desire and devotion that flooded him every time he got his hands on his girl. O
Last Updated: 2025-12-07
Chapter: BOOK TWENTY-EIGHT: YES DADDYCONTENT WARNING: explicit Daddy kink, intense overstimulation, multiple forced orgasms, cockwarming-to-climax, gentle dominanceCHAPTER ONEHe sat on the couch, legs spread and feet stretched slightly on the wooden floors. He rested his head against a pillow and relaxed into the cushions. His hands brushed through his dark hair while he watched tv. Across the room his eyes flickered to his girl, preparing something for her presentation at the office. She was on her belly on the plush carpet, her little shorts didn't hide much as her feet swung in the air, clothed in little socks with ducks on them. Her red waves fell into her face, he could only imagine the cute concentrated expression decorating her beautiful face.It stirred something in him, the way she looked so adorable while working. The cute socks, all sweet on the floor... yet the way her ass peeked out of those shorts made his nostrils flare. He forced his eyes back to the tv but got distracted again after
Last Updated: 2025-12-06
Chapter: CALL ME DADDY (II)Fuck, this is hot, I thought to myself.I pulled her off my cock and lifted her to her feet. My fingers found her mouth again and she opened once more to suck on my fingers. She had no idea what she had started."Is this what you want, Sophia?" I continued. Her eyes were bright, her face was pink, her lips were swollen and red. She was breathing hard, but I was just getting started. I grabbed her cheeks with one hand and pulled her face to mine. My mouth closed on hers and our tongues flickered against each other. She tasted sweet. A faint taste of blood perhaps. My cock's assault on her throat probably did a bit of damage to that pretty little mouth of hers.I pulled her little white sweater over her head and her beautiful tits bounced free. Her tits were smaller than her mother's, but oh my god, so young, high and firm. Her nipples were jutting straight out. My god, she's beautiful.Of course I've noticed. It would be impossible to ignore her. She has lived under m
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Chapter: BOOK TWENTY-SEVEN: CALL ME DADDYBOOK TWENTY-SEVEN: CALL ME DADDYCONTENT WARNING: explicit stepfather/stepdaughter taboo, anal sex, rough oral, daddy kink, cheating on wedding dayCHAPTER 1"I do," I said, gazing into the beautiful blue eyes of my new bride, Grace. She looked up at me and my heart was full to bursting with love for this amazing woman.Sounds of clapping and hollers filled the air as our friends and family celebrated around us. The band struck up a song and the party began. We would be leaving in a few days on our honeymoon. Today was just the beginning.Several hours later I realized that I hadn't stopped to use the toilet all day, and my bladder was starting to complain, especially after several drinks. I was definitely feeling good, buzzed but not drunk. As the band continued to play, I kissed Grace on the cheek. "I need to go inside for a bit, Grace."She looked at me quizzically. "My bladder is going to burst," I whispered, "I'll be back in just a few minutes."I ki
Last Updated: 2025-12-05
Chapter: GIRL'S NIGHT OUT (III)As Jennifer's orgasm approached Claire quickly changed her tactic. She slid her fingers free and brought her own dripping pussy to Jennifer's."Is this..." Claire panted out."Yeeahh," Jennifer moaned rolling her hips up, rubbing their pussies together.Claire moaned as their clits met and rubbed against each other. Their wet arousal was audible as they each moved their hips in a steady rhythm. Jennifer's hands gripped Claire, keeping her pace consistent and quick. Claire held her breasts in two hands, pinching the hard nipples as their breathing turned to a rough panting."I'm...Uhnn! Claire!" Jennifer's fingers dug into her hips, indenting the skin as her walls contracted suddenly and repeatedly.Claire's mouth dropped open as she felt Jennifer cum below her. She rubbed hard into the new wetness, her back arching slightly and gasped as her body clenched and her pussy throbbed. She slowly rubbed her sensitive clit over Jennifer's as she spasmed and twitched thro
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Chapter: GIRL'S NIGHT OUT (II)They decided to go to Claire's since it gave them more distance from Fred and Aaron's place. Claire opened the door to her apartment and led Jennifer inside. Jennifer had been to Claire's a number of times, but never under these circumstances. She kicked off her heels at the door and followed Claire into the kitchen."Do you want anything, water, tea? I can brew some coffee," Claire asked."Nothing," Jennifer said.Before she could overthink things, she stepped up to Claire and cupped her face in both hands planting a kiss on her lips. Jennifer was not surprised at the softness of Claire's full lips, but she was surprised by how quickly her lust took over. As Claire returned the kiss, Jennifer's mouth opened, and her tongue probed forward, seeking Claire's.Her mouth dropped open and her tongue twined with Jennifer's. The dark richness of the red wine Claire had been drinking flooded Jennifer's mouth. She pressed her body to Claire's, one hand braced at her neck, whi
Last Updated: 2025-12-04
SIR
Genre: Dark Romance, Billionaire, BDSM, Mafia, Dual Identity
Blurb:
By day, Nora Ellis is the efficient, sharp-tongued secretary to the elusive billionaire, David Reid. By night, she becomes Mistress Scarlet – the masked dominatrix who commands The Red Room.
Her two lives never touch.
Until the night her boss walks into her world as a new client.
David's no stranger to control: by day, he's the ruthless CEO with a hidden mafia empire; by night, he's her most demanding client, unaware the masked submissive he craves is the woman who knows his every secret. What starts as forbidden pleasure turns into a dangerous obsession, one that blurs the lines between power, pain, and love.
As enemies close in and Nora’s past resurfaces, she must decide which part of herself to save… the woman he commands, or the woman who could destroy him.
Trigger Warning: This story contains explicit BDSM scenes (including dominance/submission dynamics, impact play, restraint, and sensory deprivation), graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, kidnapping attempts, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, alcohol use, and themes of secrecy, betrayal, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised – safe, sane, and consensual practices are emphasized, but content may be intense for some.
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Chapter: SEVENTY-SEVEN: David Is All I NeedI kiss him back eagerly, the relief flooding through my body. He still wants me. He wants to stay. This is the chance to fix things. I rush to undo the rest of his buttons as his tongue delves into my mouth, his hands coming back to my face, holding me as close to him as he can. When I start to push his shirt over his shoulders, he takes his hands away to help get rid of it, then he stands and starts undoing his belt buckle. I run my hands through his hair as he works to remove his clothes as quickly as possible, and before I know it, he is leaning over me, making me sit back, each of his hands coming either side of the tub, crowding me, as he steps in. The moment he sits down, his hands are on my waist, pulling me forward onto his lap. I crash into his chest, the kiss not losing its momentum for a second. The water swirls around us, and I hear some of it splash onto the floor, but neither of us gives a damn. One of his hands comes to the back of my hea
Last Updated: 2025-12-07
Chapter: SEVENTY-SIX: Did You Mean It?Author’s Note: Hey fam! So remember when I gave a vague estimate for how many chapters were left? Well, I am here to confirm that chapter 79 will be the end of SIR. I get so emotional just thinking about it, and I am not even remotely ready for it to be over. But let's do the damn thing together. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ David leads me into his apartment, not commenting on the mess he has to guide me through. Or maybe he doesn’t even notice. Between Danvers and me rushing around to get ready and leave, I haven’t exactly kept things neat and tidy. But maybe he knows that is the reason why there are random pieces of clothing knocked off the coat rack, pieces of paper on the floor from when I was trying to find more weapons and emptied all the drawers. Maybe Danvers has already warned him somehow. Maybe he knows I had been here running around like a tornado. Maybe he just doesn’t care. He just leads me to the bathro
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Chapter: SEVENTY-FIVE: Let's Get You HomeI feel David’s arms around me before I even realise I have dropped to the floor. I feel myself struggling to breathe, trying to comprehend what David has just said to me. My father ordered a hit on my mother. My mother had been dating Nicholas Hale. The two sentences repeat themselves in my head over and over as I try to make sense of the words. Rhys is still standing by the desk, frozen in shock, like he can’t even process the thought of it. It is a few minutes before I feel David’s chin resting on top of my head, his body enveloping mine as he holds me close to him, and as selfish as it is, I take the chance to wrap my arms back around him once I regain the sensation in my fingers. When the moment starts to dwindle, David starting to shift back, inhale, ready to explain that this clearly doesn’t mean he is taking me back, I quickly push him off of me and wipe my face dry. Then I grab the invoice, the pictures, a
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Chapter: SEVENTY-FOUR: Are You Ever Going To Talk To Me Again?Malcolm drops to the floor loudly, completely knocked out, and I pant as I lock eyes with David.Before addressing him, I grab Malcolm’s arm and drag him to the side, picking up some spare cable ties that are on the floor, and starting to tie his wrists and ankles together, before securing him to the table leg against the wall.Then I walk over to David, and kneel in front of him, looking up. He has an expression behind his eyes that I can’t place, but I know it makes me nervous. His focus is lasered in on the specks of blood dotted over my face, the red patch on my jaw that tells him someone has hit me there.The gun I’m holding in my hands is placed on the floor between the two of us. Reaching behind me, I grab the knife I have in my waistband that I picked up on the way in, and set about cutting the ties off his wrists.“You shouldn’t have come here.” I whisper, moving down to his ankles.David says nothing as he watches me cut through the ties and stand up. H
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Chapter: SEVENTY-THREE: I EscapedI know it won’t take long for Malcolm to realise I’m gone. But it will be long enough for me to get to David’s apartment.That’s the only thing I can think of doing.Sel and Nico are safe at The Red Room. At least, I hope they are, because I don’t seem to have my phone on me to warn them otherwise. The only other person I know my father will go after is David, so I at least need to warn him. My father won’t stop at just taking me. There has to have been another part of his plan. At least if David knows, he can try and find out.First, getting out of the basement room I’m in is the most difficult bit.Uncle Rhys has four basement rooms. Only one has access to the old basement side entrance from a vent cover that Rhys never quite got fixed properly, although it isn’t the room I’m currently in. That will be safer than traipsing through the entire house. So my initial step is getting into the right room.Unfortunately, the locks on these doors are something that Rhys
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Chapter: SEVENTY-TWO: Who Took Her?“Sorry, who is this? And why do you have her phone?”Marcus’s question into his phone doesn’t get a response straight away.The second he saw Sel’s name pop up with an incoming call, he stepped out of David’s study, the excitement bubbling in his stomach at the thought of talking to her. It happens every time they speak now, and Marcus is well aware of how smitten he is with this woman.But his excitement quickly evaporated when a man’s voice started speaking, too fast initially for him to understand even after he’d gotten over the shock of it not actually being Selena. The person was just rambling, and Marcus only heard Nora’s name mentioned a minute in.That’s when his brain kicked into gear.“Who is this?” Marcus repeats, only to be met by a sigh on the other end.“It’s not important, I can’t stay on long.” They reply. “I’d be killed if he even knew I was calling someone about this.”“Who would kill you? What’s going on with Nora?” Marcus queries, gett
Last Updated: 2025-12-05
SUBMISSION 101
"Keep your hands on the fucking desk." His voice is dark, as he presses my palm against the desk bending me over, his c*ck burying deep inside.
"You like that?" he whispers against my ear.
I whimper and arch my back further, trying to take him deeper despite the pain.
I never thought I'd like this sort of thing, never thought I'd even try it. But here's Harlan, opening me up to a world of pleasure and vulgarity that I didn't even know existed, and fuck, it hurts, but it's so fucking good, I can't imagine stopping.
"Yes," I breathe.
He slaps me harder.
His palm lands against the side of my face with an obscene smack that makes me feel sick and delighted and dirty all at once.
I moan as he draws me closer to release.
“Yes, what?!” he demands, pulling me up by my hair.
“Yes, professor.”
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Eden Shaw craves more than straight A's... she hungers for the forbidden gaze of her brooding professor, Harlan.
What starts as stolen glances ignites into a dangerous game of dominance and desire, where every lecture hides a secret touch and every grade comes with a price.
But when Eden uncovers Harlan's hidden past as Ethan Hale, heir to a fractured legacy, their illicit affair is endangered. In a world of powerplays and buried truths, can Eden submit to the man who owns her body... before he claims her heart?
Because Harlan's past is not just painful, it's dangerous, and Eden is about to find out that loving him means entering a world she was never supposed to see.
A world full of secrets.
A name he no longer claims.
And a choice that could destroy them both.
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She wanted to impress him.
Now she may have to save him.
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Chapter: SEVENTY-FIVE: Who's Weak Now, Professor?Lips…lips that are soft and hot, but the motion is violent, like he is starving. I am starving too, I realize, and don’t even give question to the possibility of resisting. Professor Harlan turns me, shoving me against the counter.Then, she is gone – the young woman who’d developed a violent crush on her professor a year ago. And I am back. I shove him away but keep my clutches around the collar of his dress shirt. My eyes are dark.“I’ll show you weak,” I spit, giving him another good shove so he is turned around, taking my place pinned against the counter.I grip his tie with one hand and grip his jaw with the other, nails biting into his skin. He groans slowly as I slip my tongue forcefully into his mouth. He steadies his hands on the counter, knocking over papers and supplies. I pin him in place with my hips against his, and the demand within his pants is growing evermore urgent. I don’t ignore it; in fact, I brush against it with my own hips over and over again, ju
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Chapter: SEVENTY-FOUR: It's Just Me... And HimThis is slightly better. At least if I am going to talk, I am somewhat isolated now, even if the entire building is empty with the exception of me and him; sometimes it just feels better to be behind closed doors.He stands a foot in front of the door. I stand facing him as far against the other wall as I can without bumping into the copier. It only leaves a few feet in between us. His eyes are dark and narrowed. His jaw is set. Nothing about him indicates that he is nervous or emotional in any way – nothing except the way his chest seems to heave, only slightly, as he draws in breath. I stare back at him. It is silent for some time. Nothing is said, no noise made, save for the sound of my laboured, heated breathing. It is quiet on the surface, but the air is thick, riddled with everything that has been left unsaid.And it is enough to fill the entire fucking room.I lose myself then.It is as if I black out. I don’t remember lunging for him, my arm bending at the el
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Chapter: SEVENTY-THREE: The People Here Are DifferentThe next morning at the office is a rough one. The back of my head houses a dull and persistent ache, compliment of my severe lack of sleep from the night before. Every time I pass a reflective surface, I wince at the sight of the grey circles underneath my eyes. I look sunken and exhausted.And I look empty.But at least I’ve had two weeks of uneventful stagnation. Because after Grace approaches me with my new assignment, I’d give anything for some good old deep dissatisfaction instead of what I have on my plate now.“I’m really sorry,” she tells me, “but the receptionist at the Press had her baby, like, weeks early. And her replacement isn’t ready to take over yet.”“Oh,” I mutter, my brain rapidly spinning ideas that might get me out of having to go work in Professor Harlan’s office. Shouldn’t temps replacing employees on maternity leave be prepped for this kind of thing? Isn’t that sort of…the whole point? Has one person been ill-prepared for only me to pay the p
Last Updated: 2025-12-06
Chapter: SEVENTY-TWO: Too Late To Go Back"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me."I sigh, purse my lips, and stare blankly at the living-room ceiling. Rhea has been pacing the lower level of our house for fifteen minutes, cycling through every possible version of disbelief."And you had no idea he was going to be there?" she sputters, bursting back into the room, looking at me almost accusingly.I sit upright, muscles locking. "I hope you’re not implying what I think you are, Rhea," I snap."Sorry! I just… you said it was independently owned. Doesn’t it seem a little convenient that Harlan’s press owns yours?"I lurch forward. "It was supposed to be independent!" I spit. "And this isn’t convenient, it’s my fucking nightmare! He’s everywhere!" I squeal, then flop back and bury my face in my hands.Even when Harlan was still on campus actively ruining my life, I could count on Rhea. Now I’m terrified I’m about to lose her too."I think I’m gonna take a nap and get ready for the party," I say flatly,
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Chapter: SEVENTY-ONE: Should We Get Started?"Oh, absolutely fucking not," I breathe. "What was that?" Linda asks sweetly. "Noth– I... oh fuck," I whisper, my binder clattering to the floor in a heap. The breath is already kicked out of my chest. I struggle to squat, knees squeezed together because my skirt refuses to forgive me, and hastily close the splayed pages. I keep my eyes glued to the carpet, praying that when I look up two of the four people will have vanished. They haven’t. My gaze snaps to his. He’s still there. Real. Inexplicably, terrifyingly real. At least he looks as dumbfounded as I feel. Both Professor Harlan and I gawk at Linda for an explanation. The poor woman looks lost. Harlan clears his throat. "Well. I’ll take her résumé, but I don’t think it’s necessary I stay for this." Meekly, Cora speaks without meeting his eye. "Sir, your branch owns ours; we thought it would be appropriate for you to–" "I won’t be
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Chapter: SEVENTY: He's Gone, VanceSIX MONTHS LATER"He's out your system, it took you a whileYou got your family back and you got your smile.And you promised your sister that you'd never go back again.""Mother of God," I mutter maniacally as my fingers tear through the contents of the umpteenth box I’ve looked through. "This is it. Fucking idiot. This is how I go." I inhale on shuddering air, hands flying to my face in a wild, rabid motion. "RHEA!" I scream, flying around as best I can in my awkward, squatting position, finally giving up my search. "I CAN’T FIND MY BINDERS!""What?" she calls from downstairs.I tear out of my empty, half-unpacked room, bracing myself on the bannister at the top of the stairs. "I THOUGHT I KEPT THEM IN MY BACKPACK AND DIDN’T PACK THEM WITH THE REST OF MY SHIT, BUT I CAN’T FIND THEM ANYWHERE! I NEED THEM FOR MY MEETINGS!"A moment of silence, and then, "They’re on the dining room table!" she calls.I rip down the steps like I’m The Flash incarnate, l
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