登入My jaw dropped! I called Tristan back immediately. “Bond?”"Yeah. Family bonding, getting familiar with my girlfriend, whatever. Pack light, you won't need most of your items anyway."Normally, I was supposed to travel twenty-four hours before the ceremony, but a full fourteen days under the same sprawling roof as Malcolm Cross? Wow. I had chills already. The jet was a Gulfstream outfitted entirely by Aegis Bio-Sensory.I sat alone in the leather cabin, thirty thousand feet above the clouds, running my fingertips over the armrests. Aegis wasn't just a regular tech corporation. They held advanced medical and sensor patents. However, their real billions came from the sex toy industry. Tristan’s father was the genius who invented toys that warm up by themselves and use smart sensors to react to a user's body.I spotted a black lens glowing with sensor rings.A reckless thrill flooded my veins. I popped the cork on a bottle of champagne, letting the foam spill over my fingers. “Are yo
The cool head pressed against my clit and a soft whimper slipped out. I rubbed it exactly the way he told me, the oil mixing with my own wetness until everything was shiny and filthy.His commands kept coming, “Now push just the tip in, nice and slow so daddy can watch that little hole stretch.”I guided the thick head lower and pressed. The stretch burned in the best way. My mouth fell open on a shaky exhale as the tip sank inside me. In the mirror, my pussy lips parted greedily, ready for the seven inch dildo.“Fuck…” His breath hitched on the other end. For the first time tonight I heard the wet sound of his fist moving over his cock. “Give me another inch, baby.”Another thick ridge disappeared inside me. “Ah!”“All the way, princess. I want every inch buried. Then hold still. Don’t move until I say...”I sank down until the base pressed against me. I was too full. The dildo filled me in a way my own fingers never could. My reflection stared back at me, eyes glassy and lips parted
I didn't sleep a wink that night.Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was that cock and the gleam of titanium. The memory of that commanding voice vibrated through my bones: Show Daddy where it aches, princess. My pussy was swollen and tender from an orgasm that felt more like a brutal possession than anything I had ever experienced with my hands.By noon the following day, my nerves were frayed. When Tristan finally texted at two, my heart nearly jumped out of my throat.Tristan: hey babe, sorry about last night. totally knocked out at my desk. work is killing me. dads wedding prep is killing me. miss you.Hmm... no mention of the calls? Especially the video call that had lasted fifteen minutes?"Did he cover his tracks before keeping his son's phone?"Iris: It's fine. Just don't do it again.I threw the phone facedown on the counter, chewing my lip until I tasted copper. I felt disgusted. I let my boyfriend's father look at the most intimate part of my body and let him command m
Three months of absolute drought will make a woman do things she'd normally consider beneath her.I laid back on the sheets, completely naked, staring up at the ceiling fan while my hand worked lazily between my thighs. My skin was slick with coconut oil, glowing under the hue of my bedside lamp. Beside me, my phone propped up against a stack of hardcover books, the camera angled straight down at the wet slit parted wide.I had been dating Tristan for over two years, and somewhere along the line, the fire had turned to damp ashes. He was always tired, always buried in junior exec tasks for his father's empire, and whenever we actually ended up under the covers, it was three minutes of clumsy pumping before he rolled over and snored.Tonight, I was determined to fix it. Or at least force some life into him.I took a high-angle shot capturing my flushed cheeks, my oiled breasts, and my glistening center. I sent it straight to Tristan's private chat.Iris: Look what's waiting for you. I
"Wha…?"He leaned down and closed his hand lightly around her throat. "These nipples. How do we make them produce milk?""The next thing you love after my boobs has to be my throat…""Answer me."She blinked, trying to focus. "Only… nursing mothers… have milk…"The image detonated in his mind; Isla, round with his child, those huge breasts heavy and leaking as he fucked her from behind, milk he would happily drink. The fantasy was so vivid it made his spent cock twitch inside her.He began to move again. Her breasts swayed with the motion. He tightened his hand at her throat by a fraction. "Promise me something.""Mmm?""Every morning when you wake up. You take a picture of these. And you send it to me.""What…?"He stopped moving completely. "Promise me. Now. Or this stops."A panicked, desperate sound escaped her. Her hips gave a futile little grind. "No, please… don't stop… I'll send them, I'll send as many as you want, just please don't stop—"He smirked and pulled out slowly. He
Cool air hit my wet skin as I pulled my head free."Just because you caught me in a moment of weakness doesn't mean you get to hold it over me," I said. "It changes nothing.""Of course I'm holding it over you. I'm going to tell all my friends that Professor Julien turns into a slobbering, moaning puppy for a good pair of—" She shuddered violently mid-sentence as I pressed two fingers against her cunt lips."You talk too much." I felt the heat radiating from her core. "Relax. I want to finger you.""I… I like it.""Like what?" I eased the pressure so she could breathe and speak clearly."The way you talk. You're always so direct. 'I want to see your breasts.' 'I will buy you bras.' 'I want to finger you.' You just say it.""Whatever." Was I supposed to thank her for that? "Lie back and spread your legs.""Nuh-uh. You have to say this one directly too.""Say what?""Fuck. Say you want to fuck me."My hand closed around her throat and brought her ear to my lips. "I want to bury my cock
The door slammed shut behind them, swallowing the noise of the club, the music, the world. Lena had dragged Alex into a small private room, the air thick with jasmine and sweat and his intoxicating cologne, making her head spin as she pressed her back against the door, pulse roaring in her ears.
The corridor opened into a vast space that made Alex's pulse kick up. Dimly lit, the air thick with sandalwood, leather, and the unmistakable musk of arousal. His guide's fingers curled around his wrist, pulling him forward as his eyes adjusted. The scene unfolded before him like something from a f
Alex glanced at his watch. Barely noon, and he'd accomplished nothing. Half-finished emails glared from his monitor, reports sat untouched, her silence eating at him like acid. "Mr. Voss, you have a call on line two." His assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Take a message," he snappe
Alex scrambled for a lie, any lie, praying his brain would work faster than his dick. "Sorry, it's not you. I was texting with Nancy earlier and..." The words tumbled out awkwardly. "It's j-just been a while, you know?" Lena stepped back, her hands dropping to her sides. Her expression shifted fro







