Novels by Crystal Morin

Henry’s Point of View: “May I kiss him?” Those 4 words had undone me like I never expected; from the gentle kisses she placed on the head of my cock, to her running her tongue from the base of my shaft up to the head only to have her take me deep in her throat. I was unprepared for the mind blowing blow job that only fueled my desire for her more. I broke our passionate kiss… “My rules baby girl” my voice dripping with desire and lust as I rubbed her clit. With her leg draped over my thigh I had open access to her dripping pussy. Her moaning was the fuel I needed, lifting my hand from her clit earned me a whimper. Slap! My hand came down on her needy pussy, earning me the amazing reward of her “ahhh, mmmmhhhmm” as I suspected she had a kinky side. “Tonight is about your pleasure, not mine.” My domination coming through. I rubbed the slap making her moan more before slapping her sensitive pussy again. “I told you I’d punish you for breaking the rules…” my voice trailed off a

Henry’s Point of view: God she looked gorgeous standing in front of me in a red lace with black trim bralette that her voluptuous breast we’re trying to escape. With a black patient leather miniskirt that hugged her body. Hearing her moan while sighing with relief from the release from the pleasure and pain of binding her waistline, had me wondering if this seemingly innocent woman had a naughty side to her.… no matter how hard I squeeze my throbbing dick, I find no relief… how does she do it… “Baby girl, how do you manage to be achieve greater beauty every time. Tell me, did you like the pain and discomfort from the corset?” A smirk on my face, because as I suspected my question would make her blush. She bit her lip while she rubbed her thighs together, I watched as her arousal started to coat the inside of her thighs. “Do… do you think that’s weird?” She asked timidly. I closed the space between us while letting out a deep groan; I put my palm on the side of her face and sli

Rebecca’s Point of View From the moment I heard Henry’s voice outside the club I knew I was safe. I clung to him like a child, the fear I faced just moments earlier shook me to the core. At first I was taken back by the ferocity Henry held me with, but I relished the familiar feeling from the day prior of safety to completely break down. I left his arms and lap only a few times, each time making me long for his warmth again. It was comfort and security… he read my body like no one had ever done before… the power and force that he had shown followed by tender attentiveness, it was so foreign to yet I wanted more of it. After we settled into his bungalow, he asked me about the events of the night. I didn’t tell him that I was looking for a 1 night stand, but I had been pretty factual. He let me know he’d been sent a video of me dancing on the pole… I couldn’t help but noticing his massive bulge hat was straining near my ass. I arched my back rubbing his swollen cock up and down my a

“What’s the rush sweetheart?” A husky voice snaps my head up… it’s him. The man who owned the eyes… my emotions are all over the place, fear… embarrassment… and sadness. His arms had wrapped around my waist when I ran into him, he moved his arms up to hold me tight. “Shhh you’re safe, I’ll keep you safe.” He whispered in my ear as he held me tight, preventing me from pushing away from him. I know I had wanted him earlier, but after everything that just happened all I wanted was to be back home with my babies. I need to be smart, I had been reckless over the past few hours for selfish reasons… all because I wanted to feel desired. ———————————————————————————— Henry’s Point of View Luka had arranged for one of the strippers from his club to meet, he had a few girls on staff that were part of his VIP services. All the woman had regular health screenings as well as the men to ensure everyone’s healthy and wellbeing. Both parties checked before the scheduled time, so fo

Henry’s Point of View The car ride to the ferry was consumed by silence, however it wasn’t awkward, it was… an easy silence. Once on the ferry, Rebecca and I left the car and headed to the lounge. It was there over what I now know is her favorite drink, a margarita, that we start to talk. I let her know I was a divorce coach and doing some work at the resort. I let her know that Lena had hired me to be her personal coach, which was met with mixed facial emotions. She chuckled yet a sadness returned to her eyes; her face is like a picture book, no words needed. After arriving at the port in Split, we had a short drive to my favorite spot Dvor. I had only ever thought of bringing Beth here until now. The conversation flowed easily, but I couldn’t shake the sadness that escaped her earlier. “Henry thank you for bringing me here, this is probably the best dinner I’ve ever had. Do you have anything planned for after?” The nope in her voice that I’d say no. “Unfortunately, I do”

Beck’s point of view J and his team were miracle workers, in the few hours they had I was pampered with a deep conditioning of my naturally curly hair, mani/pedi, a facial, and J with those magic hands of there’s cut my hair to encourage my natural curl pattern. They showed me how to style my hair like I had always dreamed. And taught me how to apply a whole new makeup routine to accentuate the features I loved most about my face, my eyes. I hugged them all and stopped J, I hugged them tight and with so much gratitude in my voice… “Thank you J, you have helped me to see my beauty again. Words can not express the gratitude I have for you and your team.” J smiled and replied “Bitch your gorgeous, you just need a little help remembering. And I’m definitely going to take you up on a place to stay while in Boston…” they turned and started walking away, calling over there shoulder “The master isn’t done with their muse!” It was almost time for the car to pick me up, I stood in front