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Pleasing a Predator

Author: Felcon Lee
last update publish date: 2026-10-15 23:35:52

Dylan walked straight towards the bedroom and opened the doors.

Inside were rows of objects. Glass. Steel. Silicone. Some smooth and tapered. Some ridged. Some thick enough that my stomach tightened just looking at them. A few were already gleaming with lubricant.

He selected a thick, clear glass piece with a heavy base and set it on the bedside table. Then he turned to me.

“Remove your dress and Get on the bed. On your back. Knees up and open.”

I stripped. The short black dress fell to the flo
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  • A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories )   Pleasing a Predator

    I woke to Mei’s hand on my hip.The dual glass plugs were still locked inside me—heavy, unyielding, the curved one pressing deep enough that every breath reminded me they were there. Mei checked both bases with practiced fingers, then nodded once toward the doorway where Dylan stood watching.“They held,” she reported.“Remove them and clean her. Then begin.”Mei worked the plugs free one after the other. The emptiness that followed made my hips twitch against the sheets. She cleaned me thoroughly, the warm cloths and mild solution stinging the tender, stretched flesh, then dried me with the same detached efficiency.Dylan stepped fully into the room. He was already dressed in black trousers and an open shirt. His eyes moved over my naked body with calm ownership.“Today Mei uses you first,” he said. “I will watch and direct. After that I will take you while she assists. The recordings from last night will be reviewed when we finish. On your back. Legs open.”Mei positioned me at the

  • A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories )   Pleasing a Predator

    Mei unzipped the black dress and let it fall. The cool air from the penthouse’s climate system touched my bare skin. The locked steel base between my legs was fully visible now. Mei crouched slightly, examined it, then looked up at Dylan for confirmation.“Still secure,” she said.“Good. Inspect her fully. I want a report on how well she’s holding the stretch after fourteen hours.”Mei guided me to a low, wide bench near the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the Hong Kong harbor. The city lights glittered far below. She positioned me on my back, knees bent and open, and began a methodical examination—fingers pressing around the base of the plug, checking for swelling, testing how deeply it sat. Every small movement sent a heavy throb through me.“She’s taken it without displacement,” Mei reported. “Tissue is inflamed but intact. She can progress.”Dylan nodded once. “Remove it. Clean her. Then begin the first Hong Kong set.”Mei produced a small key from her pocket—Dylan must

  • A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories )   Pleasing a Predator

    Three days later I was on the main floor wearing the heavy daytime steel, moving carefully so it would not shift too much, when Dylan walked in with a black garment bag and a small hard case. He set both on the table in front of me.“We’re leaving the estate tonight,” he said. “For a two-week stay at my apartment in Hong Kong. You will travel with an object inside you the entire flight. You will not remove it. You will not ask to remove it. If you need the restroom, I will supervise.”He opened the hard case. Inside lay a new piece—longer than anything he had used for daytime wear, made of heavy polished steel with a thick, locked base that required a key. He held it up so I could see the size.“This one stays in from the moment we leave the house until we reach the apartment. Fourteen hours. You will walk through the airport and board the plane with it. You will sit beside me in the cabin for the entire flight. If you come without permission, I add a second object for the remaining d

  • A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories )   Pleasing a Predator

    I woke to the deep, constant pressure of the glass still inside me.Morning light cut across the bed. Dylan was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me. His hand rested possessively on my hip, thumb brushing the place where the heavy base of the overnight plug kept me open.“It stayed in,” he said quietly.“Yes.”“Good.” He reached down, gripped the base, and twisted it slowly. The movement dragged a broken sound from my throat before I could stop it. “You slept through the night with it. That means we move forward.”He pulled the plug free in one steady motion. The sudden emptiness made me clench hard around nothing. A thin trickle of lubricant followed. Dylan watched it with dark satisfaction, then stood and pointed to the bathroom.“Shower. Do not touch yourself. Come straight to the training room when you finish.”The water was hot enough to sting the places he had stretched the day before. I washed carefully, wincing when soap touched the tender, swollen flesh. When I st

  • A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories )   Pleasing a Predator

    The Food arrived on a black tray—simple, high-quality, nothing I had to think about. I ate without tasting it. My body still pulsed with the deep, residual stretch from the morning. When the woman in the grey suit returned she carried a small black box and the medium steel plug Dylan had specified.She did not speak. She simply set the box down, waited while I stood, and watched as I coated the plug with the lubricant provided and worked it inside myself. The steel was colder than the glass had been, heavier, the flare wider. My breath hitched as it seated fully. She checked the base with a clinical glance, then nodded once and left.I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon moving through the main floor of the house as instructed. Sitting was difficult. Walking sent a constant, low throb through me. Every time I shifted, the plug reminded me it was there. Dylan did not appear until late afternoon.He found me in the library, standing because sitting had become almost unbear

  • A Good Girl's ruin(Dark Steamy stories )   Pleasing a Predator

    The Morning light cut across the bed in hard white lines.I woke alone. The sheets still smelled of him and of sex. My body ached in deep, specific places—the stretch from the night before had not fully faded. Between my legs I was sore and swollen. When I shifted, a dull throb reminded me exactly how thoroughly he had used me.A folded black robe waited at the foot of the bed. Beside it, a single sheet of paper in Dylan’s precise handwriting:*Shower but do not dress and come to the training room on the lower level. Do not make me wait.*I showered in the vast marble bathroom. The water was hot enough to sting. I washed carefully, wincing when the soap touched the tender places he had stretched. When I finished I put on only the robe and followed the instructions.The lower level was colder. Concrete floors. Soft lighting. A long corridor ended in a heavy door that stood open. Inside was a room that looked nothing like the rest of the house.The walls were lined with closed cabinets.

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