LOGINLiora parted her thighs.The transparent dress was already pushed high. She watched Cassian’s eyes darken as he took in the sight of her. Rhett’s hands, still on her legs, tightened for a second before he forced them to stay steady.“I change my mind. You, make use of your mouth, slowly.” She directed her gaze at Cassian, while he nodded almost happily.He moved between her legs without hesitation, planting wet kisses from her ankle to her thighs, teasing her and inhaling her scent which was about to drive him crazy. Wide open, he could see the woman’s soft skin; well shaved, while she smelled of arousal.The first stroke of his tongue was broad and slow, tasting her from bottom to top. Liora’s breath left her in a soft, controlled exhale. She kept her eyes open, looking down at the top of his head while he licked her with growing confidence. His hands gripped the backs of her knees, holding her open.Rhett stayed behind her.“Take off my dress,” she said quietly. Without wasting
Liora’s smile widened at Cassian’s words. Of course they would do anything.“We’ll do anything,” he had said. The grin on his face was already edged with hunger. Rhett sat beside him, silent but watching her just as closely.She leaned back against the velvet cushions, one arm still stretched along the back of the couch. The thin dress rode a little higher on her thighs, exposing her soft shiny skin“Anything is a strong word,” she said. “I like strong words.”Her eyes moved slowly between the two men. She let the silence stretch until it became uncomfortable, then spoke again, voice low and unhurried.“I’m going to be clear so there’s no confusion later. You’re both broke,” Her finger moved between them.You have nothing I need in your pockets. What I want is simple. You use your hands and your mouths on me until I’m satisfied. Then, if I’m still in the mood, you fuck me. Properly. No rushing. No taking over. You do what I tell you, when I tell you. In return, you get food, water, cl
“We should have turned back at the ridge,” Rhett muttered.Cassian didn’t answer. Nothing useful remained to say.They were lost, in the thick woods.Cassian checked the sky again; it had grown darker, and a tiny ray of sunset made the woods visible.Rhett walked a few paces ahead, shoulders tight, the last of their water long gone. The two men had been hiking since morning, following a trail that no longer existed on any map. Now the path had simply ended in dense undergrowth and the growing certainty that no one was coming.“What if a wild animal attacks us?” Rhett chuckled, stomping his boots to get rid of the mud.“Shut the fuck up man; nothing is funny.” Cassian gritted his teeth.They kept walking in silence, kicking gravel, and that was when Cassian realized.“Rhett, if there are gravels here, maybe….” His face lit up; just maybe there's a track nearby and hopefully a train comes.” A laugh escaped his dry throat and he coughed loudly.“Yes, man. Let's move this way.” Rhett grab
Usually, Sunday marks the start of another week. What Shirley didn’t understand was how it meant the last full day of the weekend to Dione.Sunday arrived with gray light and the low sound of rain against the windows.Shirley woke alone in the large bed, the sheets still carrying the faint scent of him. Her body felt thoroughly used—ass tender from the previous day’s spanking, thighs marked, a deep, satisfying ache between her legs that flared whenever she moved. She lay still for a long moment, listening to the rain, and realized she was already dreading the drive home.She found Dione in the kitchen, shirt sleeves rolled, pouring coffee into two cups. He looked at her when she entered, eyes moving over the robe she wore and the careful way she walked. Something unreadable passed across his face.“Sit,” he said.She did.She had already gotten used to his command tone. He set a cup in front of her and remained standing, one hip against the counter.“The weekend is almost over,” he s
By Saturday afternoon, Shirley realized that the estate was just a cage, it could be a permanent cage if she weren’t careful.She had stopped counting the hours until Sunday evening. The realization unsettled her more than any order Dione had given. She sat on the edge of the wide bed in the guest suite that he had assigned her, wearing only the soft black robe he had left folded on the pillow that morning. Her body still carried the evidence of the gym—faint fingerprints on her hips, a residual tenderness between her legs, the dull heat across her ass that flared and made her twitch whenever she shifted.A soft knock sounded. She did not have to answer. The door opened and Dione stepped inside, already dressed in dark trousers and an open-collar shirt. He carried nothing in his hands this time. His eyes moved over her slowly, like he was taking inventory.“You look lost in thought,” he said.Shirley looked up. “I was thinking that I should want to leave tomorrow.”“And?”“I don’t.”
Shirley lay in the dark long after Dione left the room.The ache in her body refused to settle. Every time she shifted, the residual heat across her ass reminded her of the belt. The deeper, fuller ache between her legs pulsed in time with her heartbeat. She pressed her thighs together and immediately regretted it. The pressure only made the emptiness sharper.Her thoughts circled without mercy.I signed a contract.I let a stranger bend you over a sofa and spank you until I got wetYou came on his cock like you had been waiting for it.She told herself she would leave in the morning. That the money and the career boost were not worth becoming whatever he was turning her into. She told herself the tender way he had dried her after the bath meant nothing. It was just a strategy. Control. Nothing more.Sleep came in fragments, restless and thin.She woke before dawn.The house was silent. Pale light had not yet reached the windows. Shirley sat up slowly, wincing at the pull in her musc
“You’re killing me, Ellen.” Then he walked away. Left me throbbing and ashamed.My stepfather looks young for a 50-year-old man; he’s got a cute face and nice abs. I’m not surprised that Mum fell hard for him; he’s hot.Until today.“Come here, naughty girl,” he growled finally, voice breaking on
Ellen’s POV“Hmmm. Yes, Cane, yes! Fuck me harder!!” Those were the words mom spewed out almost every night since she took a week's leave from work.We were just three in the apartment — and I’m the only child. “Oh, Cane,” another moan slipped into my ear.I can’t even sleep properly because thes
Dave's smile widened. He pulled her up from the chair, gentle but firm. The sound of her heels was the only sound heard in the office space. He led her to his office, and the door clicked shut. The lock turned. The room smelled of leather and scotch; the city lights twinkled through the windows.
Story 2.Clara had survived two years under Dave Hargrove’s thumb—endless overtime, frozen salary, casual insults disguised as “feedback,” all while he bought another yacht and another mistress. Today the breaking point finally arrived.Dave Hargrove, a hot billionaire and the CEO of Hargrove LTD.







