Romane von SUZAN

Found that out on our wedding day when I caught him getting his back blown out by his executive assistant in the bathroom. The boy was destroying my husband like a bull.Yeah. That happened.My perfect traditional husband who wanted the white picket fence and the two kids and the suburban life? He's gay. Or at least bisexual with a strong preference for men.We never talked about it. He pretended it didn't happen. I pretended I didn't see it. We went through with the wedding because what else was I going to do? Everyone was there. The deposits were paid. My family would have been humiliated.So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed.And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick.The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them.And I'm keepin

I've been married for seven years.Seven years of being a good wife. A good mother to my two beautiful daughters. Seven years of pretending everything is fine. That I'm satisfied. That my libido isn't screaming for more than what I'm getting at home.People hate cheating spouses online. They judge. They condemn. They act like they're so morally superior. But in real life nobody really minds. Not when they understand. Not when they know the reason.And I have a reason. A valid reason if anyone actually cared to ask.My husband isn't a bad man. He's a good father. A decent provider. But in bed? He's not what I need. His thing is average at best and he's not into the things I crave. The rough stuff. The intensity. The kind of sex that leaves you sore and satisfied and unable to walk straight the next day.I have knacks. Preferences. Kinks that make my body come alive.My husband doesn't share them. We still do it but not nearly as much as I want. Not nearly as hard as I need.So I found

Everyone knows Marcus Kane.Ruthless CEO. Alpha male. The man who built a billion dollar empire from nothing and crushed anyone who got in his way. In the boardroom he's a predator. Commanding. Intimidating. The kind of man who makes grown men nervous with just a look.But I know a different Marcus.The Marcus who gets on his knees for me. The Marcus who begs. The Marcus who surrenders every ounce of that control the moment my apartment door closes behind him.Tonight was no different.I heard his knock at exactly nine PM. Three firm knocks. Always punctual. I opened the door to find him still in his work clothes. Expensive suit. Perfectly styled hair. That commanding presence that made him millions."You're late," I said, even though he wasn't."I'm sorry Mistress," he said immediately, his eyes dropping to the floor. “The…"I don't want to hear excuses." I stepped aside to let him in. "Inside. Now."He walked past me, his powerful frame somehow looking smaller the moment he crossed

We had been roommates for six months.Six months of sharing an apartment, splitting bills, laughing over wine on the couch, and pretending I wasn't desperately attracted to her. But tonight something felt different. The air between us was charged with something I couldn't name.She was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, scrolling through her phone, her long hair falling down her back in tangles. She had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing a short silk nightie that barely covered her ass. I could see the curve of her hips, the smooth skin of her thighs, and it made my mouth go dry."Your hair is a mess," I said, trying to keep my voice casual.She laughed. "I know. I can't be bothered to brush it.""Come here," I said, grabbing the hairbrush from the coffee table. "Let me do it."She looked back at me with surprise but then smiled and moved to sit between my legs on the couch. Her back was to me, her body warm and close. I could smell her body wash, something sweet a

"Beg for it," he said."Please Sir," I whimpered. "Please fuck me. I need your cock. I need you to use me.""Not good enough." He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock just barely pressing against me. "Convince me.""Please Sir I'm your slut. Your property. I exist to serve your cock. Please use my pussy. Fuck me as hard as you want. Hurt me. Make me scream. I need it. I need you to destroy me.""Better."He slammed into me in one brutal thrust.I screamed. The sudden intrusion was overwhelming, stretching me, filling me completely with no warning. He didn't give me time to adjust. He just started pounding into me with a force that made the bed shake."This is what you wanted isn't it?" he growled, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "To be tied up and fucked like the whore you are.""Yes Sir!" I cried out. "Yes!"Every thrust hit so deep I could feel him in my stomach. The angle with my legs spread by the bar made him hit spots I didn't know existed. T

I stood outside his apartment door with my heart hammering in my chest.This was it. This was what I had been begging him for. What I had been fantasizing about for months. He had finally agreed to give me what I needed. What I craved. Complete submission. Total control. Pain and pleasure until I couldn't tell the difference anymore.I knocked.The door opened immediately like he had been waiting right there for me. He stood in the doorway wearing black pants and nothing else. His chest was bare, muscles defined, his dark eyes looking at me with an intensity that made my knees weak."You're late," he said."I'm sorry Sir. Traffic was—""I don't care about your excuses." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside, slamming the door behind me. "You know the rules. When I tell you to be here at eight, I mean 8. Not 8:05.""I'm sorry," I whispered."You will be." He released my wrist and crossed his arms over his chest. "Strip. Now."My hands were shaking as I reached for the hem of my dre