Novels by Sally02

Nicholas’ POVThe visual was hypnotic, devastating even.The first chorus hit. "Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get the feeling that you can't shift the tide?"She kicked off her heels and climbed onto the bed, standing over me, her feet planted on either side of my hips. I was lying on my back, chained, utterly at her mercy. I reached up with my free hand, desperate to touch the smooth skin of her calf. She shook her head sharply, a vicious no. She pointed at my cock, which was rigid against my stomach.The command was clear. I wrapped my hand around myself and began to stroke.She leaned forward, bracing her hands on the headboard above my head, her magnificent breasts hanging down, swaying just inches from my face. I could smell her perfume, her sweat, something darker and muskier. I groaned, my strokes becoming frantic."Not yet," she mouthed over the music.She lowered herself, straddling my chest, her ass settling just below my chin.

Nicholas’s POVSunday night. The house was quiet.Mom was asleep. Daisy was in her room with her private line. I was in mine, the memory of Friday's debacle a fresh wound. But my body didn't care about shame. It was restless, thrumming with a need I didn't understand. I pulled out the magazine again, a masochistic impulse. I started on my own bed, the friction pathetic compared to her satin spread.Frustrated, I got more vigorous, the headboard tapping a soft, rhythmic knock against the wall.My phone, face-down on the nightstand, lit up and buzzed. An unknown number. I hesitated, then answered, still moving."Hello?""Hey, Pervert."It was Daisy. She'd called me from another line."What are you doing in there? I can hear your bed knocking." Her voice was low, a smoky taunt."Nothing. Just... can't sleep, so I'm studying.""Right. Is it 'Lesbian Biology' again? The chapter on... mutual pollination?"I froze, my hips stuttering to a halt. "What? No.""So, Pervert," she continued, the w

Nicholas’s POVThe hum of my ancient laptop was the only sound in the house. I'd just turned 18, and it felt like the absolute opposite of freedom. Dad bailed years ago to start a sunnier, less depressing family down south. Mom... Mom tried. She worked as an office manager, home by 4pm on most days, but she'd checked out emotionally around the same time Dad packed his bags. Her version of love was microwave dinners and reminding me to take out the trash.My stepsister, Daisy, was 20. Our mom married her dad when we were kids, and he took off a few years later, so we were stuck in the same sinking ship, bound by law, not blood. We both attended Model Community College, a concrete box a few miles away. The rich kids from our high school were at Langford University, posting pics of their ivy-covered dorms and frat parties on Insta. Daisy and I scrolled through them in shared, silent resentment on our commutes.My high school career could be summarized in one word: invisible.Geeky, awkwa

Cassandra's POVLater that afternoon, the doorbell rang.The final participant was a woman.Maddox, back in his impeccably professional black attire, his face a closed door, led her to the lounge. Her name was Hannah. She was stunning-thick in the best way, with generous curves, full, pillowy breasts, and an ass that was a glorious, round handful. She had a confident smile and curious eyes behind stylish glasses.Maddox made to leave. "Stay," I said, my voice leaving no room for argument. He paused, his back to me.I turned to Hannah, smiling. "Do you know why you're here?""For a unique... experience," she said, her voice smooth. " "The parameters were intriguing.""Good," I said. I walked over to her, cupping her face. "You're beautiful." I kissed her. She responded, her mouth soft and eager. I broke the kiss and looked at Maddox, who was watching us, a storm in his eyes. "Maddox. Come here. Pleasure her."He moved like an automaton. He approached Hannah from behind, his hands goin

Cassandra's POV A muscle ticked in his jaw. "I'm sorry Miss Gray, that's none of your business." "It is now," I purred. I reached out and trailed a single finger from his collarbone down the center of his chest. He flinched but didn't pull away. "Well, you're going to do so now. Unless you want to lose everything. Your license. Your job. Your spotless reputation. Everything." I saw the struggle in his eyes-pride, fear, anger. And then, a dark, resigned surrender. He gave a single, tight nod. "Good boy," I whispered. Then I turned to the other guy, who was hovering by the door, looking like he wanted to dissolve into the floor. "You, I told you to leave. What's your name?" "Gabe," he stammered. "Well, Gabe. You're not done. Come here." I didn't wait. I stripped what was left on my naked body right there, slowly, letting the piece of clothing fall to the floo

Cassandra's POVThe silence after E and F left was thick and sweet, like syrup. I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, just looking. My skin was a canvas of pleasure-red marks from grasping hands, a faint bruise blooming on my hip, my lips swollen and shiny. I ran my tongue over them, tasting salt and sex and power. I was a masterpiece of my own making.I called my parents then, curled up in my ruined silk robe. My voice was a perfect, innocent melody. "Just checking in mom! When's the ETA tomorrow?" My mother's crisp voice assured me they'd be home by evening. I smiled, sweet as poison."Perfect. I'll have everything tidy."*Everything except my insides, I thought, which will be thoroughly and gloriously wrecked.*That meant the buffet ended tomorrow morning. A flicker of disappointment cut through the satiation. But then it hardened into resolve. I'd have to make the final session count. I went to bed that night, my body humming with a deep, pleasant exhaustion, my mind al