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Book Five: Chapter Six
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2026-02-02 17:35:12
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John watched as James's mouth moved over Clara's, a deep, possessive kiss that made her hands come up to clutch at his shoulders.He wanted to scream at her to move, to run away, to push James away. But every word he meant to say got sucked back into his throat. He... he couldn't produce a single sound.It wasn't just his mind that was frozen, but his physical self too. His legs wouldn't move no matter how hard he tried.It felt like he loved seeing his wife being kissed by another man, being touched in a way that no man's wife should be touched.Anya could see the frustration on John's face, the internal battle he was having with himself. And that made her smirk.She looked him in the eyes, and while holding his gaze, she leaned in, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along Clara's throat. Each one made Clara's breath stutter.Her fingers hooked into the neckline of Clara's shirt and pulled, the fabric stretching until her shoulder was bared. Then her lips traveled to the exposed curve
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The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of the main lodge, painting the polished floorboards in long, warm rectangles. John sat in a leather armchair in what James called the den, a cozy room off the main lobby with a large television, a well-stocked bookshelf, and a smell of woodsmoke.He despised being alone with James but it wasn’t something he could avoid without being suspicious. He was taking a walk around the resort, spending an afternoon to himself when James had found him an hour ago, looking pensive.“Clara’s with Anya, yeah?” James had said, not really asking. He held up two bottles of a local craft beer, condensation beading on the dark glass. “Might as well. Catch up on the match. What do you think?”And with James not giving much of a choice, in the next few minutes he was sitting just a few spaces away from the man he had watched eat out his wife tentatively.Both men sat in silence and just watched the game. John was grateful for that; he didn’t think he could ho
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Six: Chapter Seven
Somehow, it felt like Anya was rubbing her breasts against her back on purpose. But Clara told herself it was incidental; it was all in her head. Anya just really loved to teach.But then the touches lingered. Anya’s hand, after helping Clara shape the rising wall of a lopsided bowl, slid down to rest on Clara’s wrist, her thumb stroking the sensitive skin of her inner arm.Clara’s breath caught. She kept her eyes fixed on the spinning clay.“You have gentle hands,” Anya said, her voice barely above the whir of the wheel. Her other hand came up to cradle Clara’s elbow, her touch firm yet caressing. “Strong, but gentle. That’s a good combination.”“Thanks,” Clara whispered, her mouth dry.Anya didn’t move away. She stayed pressed along Clara’s back, her chin nearly resting on Clara’s shoulder. “So,” she said, the word a soft puff of air against Clara’s neck. “Did you enjoy it?”The wheel hummed. The clay wobbled under Clara’s unsure fingers. “Enjoy what? Pottery?”“No, silly.” Anya gig
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Six: Chapter Six
The morning light filtered through the pines in soft and golden colours, resting upon the gravel path that led from their cabin to the main lodge.Clara walked beside her husband, her steps matching his. A small, genuine smile played on her lips, one she didn’t have to force. She felt loose.Her usual morning-after stiffness was replaced by a pleasant, humming warmth between her legs, a lingering echo of the shocks that had wracked her body hours before.John walked with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders not quite as squared as usual. He wasn’t smiling, but there was a new set to his jaw, a quiet, contemplative pride in the way he occasionally glanced at her from the corner of his eye.He had done that. He had brought those sounds from her throat, those tremors to her thighs.He should be repulsed by what he had subjected himself to. He wasn’t.Instead, the memory of her taste was a vivid ghost on his tongue. He felt like he had discovered a fragment of a complex, secret languag
Cravings, and Lustful Confessions. Book Six: Chapter Five
In the dim amber light, she could see him looking. Really looking at her. Taking in the thatch of dark curls down there, the shape of her mound. She felt exposed, but in the most exciting way.John wasn’t staring at her only to rediscover her; he was staring at her because his mind had gone blank. He only knew how to guide his length into her, nothing about burying his face there.How was he to engage with it?Her outer lips were full, a darker shade of pink, glistening slightly even in dim light. He could see the inner, smaller lips peeking out, puffy and soft. He had never noticed such small details before.He bent his head, letting go of everything holding him back.His first touch wasn’t with his tongue, but with his breath. A warm exhalation that made her flinch and gasp. Next, with much caution, he pressed his lips to the very top of her mound, giving it a dry, close-mouthed kiss.He felt awkward the moment he did it, but that didn’t stop him. He tried again, shifting lower. Thi
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The silence in their cabin was like a heavy woolen blanket, smothering every sound and thought. Clara lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, and beside her was John. He also lay on his back, and neither was asleep.The space between them on the large four-poster bed felt like a canyon.She couldn’t stop thinking about Anya’s eyes. That clear, unashamed look across the dining room. It hadn’t been an accident. None of it was.Somehow, they had become viewers to a show they never subscribed for. But why?Why show off like that? Was it a performance? A lesson? A cruel joke?Clara’s cheeks burned in the dark. Worse than the memory of their passion was the memory of her own reaction. The soaking heat, the throbbing ache, the complete, rapt fascination she had given them.She despised herself for it. What kind of woman was she, to get so turned on watching strangers? To feel her own husband’s hurt radiating beside her and still be unable to look away?Clara wasn’t the only one wrapped in a
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I lay there in the quiet, my body still shaking from the orgasm, my skin covered with sweat. He had just worshipped me like I was something precious, but now he wanted me gone.I can't... I don't want to leave.“Master,” I let the word slip free.He froze right at the threshold of the open doors, h
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My hands shook as I obeyed, sliding my fingers between my legs. The second my fingers brushed my swollen clit, I almost sobbed. I was drenched, dripping down my thighs and onto the floor.“Wider,” he snapped. “Let me see it cry for what it threw away.”Humiliation scorched every inch of my skin, bu
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He yanked hard again.My body flew forward, knees skidding, face almost hitting the floor. I clawed at my neck, trying to loosen the belt, nails digging into my own skin, choking.I was dragged inside like a sack, choking, sobbing, legs kicking uselessly. The wooden cock loomed closer, huge, shiny,
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A sharp, sudden kick to my ribs jolted me from a deep, exhausted sleep. I gasped, my eyes flying open to the stark reality I had tried to leave. Charles stood over me, his expression cold and professional.“Mr. Kingsley requires you,” he said quietly. “Now.”I pushed myself up weakly, every muscle
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