Tales of Desire
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If you're not into raw, filthy BDSM, dominant alphas, submissive sluts, deep throat gagging or relentless multiple orgasms, then close this now.
But if the thought of being used hard and without mercy makes your thighs clench… I dare you to keep reading.
“On your knees, pet,” Master Kane growled, his leather belt already looped in his hand.
I dropped instantly, mouth watering, ass raised high like the obedient little whore he’d trained me to be. The cold floor bit into my skin, but the sting only made me wetter.
He stepped closer, unzipped slowly, and fed his thick, throbbing cock between my lips until I gagged—tears streaming, mascara running, just the way he liked.
“Good girl,” he praised, fisting my hair and f**king my throat deeper. “You take it so well for a slut who begged me not to stop last time.”
I whimpered around him, my pussy clenching emptily, already soaked and ready for whatever punishment came next.
He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting us, and flipped me onto the table—wrists bound tight with his belt, legs spread wide.
One brutal thrust and he was buried balls-deep in my ass, no warning, no mercy.
I screamed. He laughed. And he didn’t stop until I was sobbing his name, coming hard around the invasion I craved.
I’m his employee by day. His collared f**ktoy by night.
If anyone at the office ever found out how I beg my boss to ruin me… I’d be fired. He’d be ruined.
But when he owns every hole like this, how could I ever say no?
Ready to watch her break and beg for more? Dive in… if you dare.
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Chapter: Desperate Payments 2(Kim’s POV)I told myself it would only happen that one time. Just one desperate night so Cassandra could keep the apartment and I could live with myself. But three months later, I was still lying to myself every single day. I couldn’t stay away from her no matter how hard I tried.She had gotten inside my head and under my skin in a way no one else ever had — not even my wife Felicia, who had been with me for fifteen years and given me two beautiful kids. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Cassandra on her knees in my living room, lips wrapped around my cock, or bent over my couch with her back arched and her ass rippling as I fucked her hard from behind. Those memories made me hard at the worst possible moments — even sitting at the dinner table with my family, pretending everything was normal.The guilt was constant, eating away at me like acid. It hit hardest when Felicia would kiss me goodnight and roll over to sleep, or when my kids begged me to play ball after school. But the h
Last Updated: 2026-05-18
Chapter: Desperate Payments 1[Cassandra's POV]I stood in the hallway staring at the eviction notice taped to my door. I had known this day was coming for weeks, but seeing it there in bold black letters still made my stomach drop. I was three months behind on rent, with only twenty-three dollars left in my bank account, half a tank of gas in my old car, and no real plan for where I would go tomorrow when they changed the locks.I had been raising my daughter alone after my divorce, trying to keep us both afloat, but life had beaten me down so much that I was standing here with nothing left but desperation and a decision I knew I would hate myself for later. I took a deep breath and walked down the hall to apartment 4B, where my landlord Kim lived. I had run out of options. Begging was the only thing I could still try.Kim opened the door looking tired and pissed off. He was forty-one and built like a man who still worked with his hands every day. His wedding ring caught the light like a warning.“Tomorrow, Cassa
Last Updated: 2026-05-18
Chapter: My Daughter's Ex 4 (Ryder’s POV)The weeks that followed that stolen, dangerous afternoon on her living room couch turned into the most emotionally turbulent and confusing period of my entire young life, because no matter how many times I tried to convince myself that what we were doing was wrong, immoral, and deeply destructive to everyone involved. I simply could not bring myself to walk away from Elena. She had managed to burrow deep under my skin in a way that no woman, not even her own daughter, had ever come close to achieving. It was not merely the physical pleasure we shared, although that was undeniably powerful and addictive. It was something far more dangerous — the way she looked at me afterward with those vulnerable, conflicted eyes, the soft tremble in her voice when she whispered my name in the dark, and the quiet, almost desperate way she held onto me like I was the first person in years who had made her feel truly seen and desired. Every stolen moment with her left me feeling both incr
Last Updated: 2026-05-18
Chapter: My Daughter's EX 3 (Ryder’s POV)The days that followed that tense family dinner became a slow, agonizing kind of torture that consumed my every waking thought, because no matter how hard I tried to lose myself in my work at the tattoo shop, sketching new designs late into the night or pushing heavy weights at the gym until my muscles burned, my mind refused to let go of Elena. I kept replaying every second of that night we spent together — the way her body had arched beneath me, the soft broken sounds she made when I first pushed inside her, the desperate way her nails had dug into my back as she came around me. She was forty-six, my ex-girlfriend’s mother, and completely off-limits, yet the memory of her tight, wet heat and the way she had whispered my name like a secret prayer haunted me constantly, making everything else feel dull and meaningless.I found myself driving past their house more often than I should have, parking across the street in the shadows just to catch a glimpse of her silhouette
Last Updated: 2026-05-17
Chapter: My Daughter's EX 3 (Ryder’s POV)The days that followed that tense family dinner became a slow, agonizing kind of torture that consumed my every waking thought, because no matter how hard I tried to lose myself in my work at the tattoo shop, sketching new designs late into the night or pushing heavy weights at the gym until my muscles burned, my mind refused to let go of Elena. I kept replaying every second of that night we spent together — the way her body had arched beneath me, the soft broken sounds she made when I first pushed inside her, the desperate way her nails had dug into my back as she came around me. She was forty-six, my ex-girlfriend’s mother, and completely off-limits, yet the memory of her tight, wet heat and the way she had whispered my name like a secret prayer haunted me constantly, making everything else feel dull and meaningless.I found myself driving past their house more often than I should have, parking across the street in the shadows just to catch a glimpse of her silhouette
Last Updated: 2026-05-17
Chapter: My Daughter's EX 2(Elena's POV)The wooden spoon slipped from my fingers and clattered loudly against the marble counter.For a moment, the entire kitchen seemed to freeze. Ryder stood in the doorway beside Lila, looking every bit as shocked as I felt. The same sharp jawline. The same tattooed forearms I had traced with my tongue just three nights ago. The same dark eyes that had stared into mine while he was buried deep inside me.“Mom,” Lila said happily, completely oblivious to the storm she had just unleashed, “this is Ryder. My ex-boyfriend. We’re trying to be friends again. I thought it would be nice if you two finally met.”My throat closed up. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was stare at the man who had fucked me so thoroughly that I still felt echoes of him between my legs days later.Ryder recovered first. He stepped forward and offered his hand with a calm, polite smile that didn’t reach his eyes.“Nice to meet you, Elena,” he said smoothly, his voice low and controlled.I took his hand. Th
Last Updated: 2026-05-17
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