LOGINPiperI stood up from the chair on legs that barely held me. The cape still hung around my shoulders. Killian stepped back just enough to let me pass. His eyes stayed on mine in the mirror for one more second.I walked toward the back of the salon. Every step made the wetness between my thighs impossible to ignore. I could hear my heart beat as I walked past other customers and employees. I pushed the restroom door open, stepped inside, and left it unlocked just like he told me.The small space smelled of soap and clean towels. One sink. One stall. Soft lighting. I leaned against the counter and tried to steady my breathing. My fingers still tingled from touching myself. I was so close earlier that the ache refused to fade.The door opened.Killian stepped in and locked it behind him with a quiet click. He didn’t speak at first. He just looked at me. Then he closed the distance in two steps.His mouth met mine hard. I gasped into the kiss. His hands gripped my waist and turned me so m
Piper“You’re flushed.”I immediately touched my cheek with my free hand. “Am I?”“A little,” he said.“It’s warm in here,” I replied.He glanced around the salon, his eyes briefly sweeping over the room. “Is it?”I nodded. “Yes.”He didn’t argue.But the corner of his mouth lifted. He moved around the chair to reach another section of my hair. As he passed behind me, I became acutely aware of how close he was. The brief brush of his body against the back of the chair sent another jolt straight between my legs. My fingers stuttered, then resumed their slow, deliberate rhythm. I could see him concentrating on his work, completely composed while I struggled to maintain mine.“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” he said.“I’m listening.”“To what?” His voice carried a hint of amusement.“You.”He smiled. “That’s a first.”I laughed, soft and a little strained. “Don’t get used to it.”“I won’t.”He continued working.I watched him through the mirror while my hand never stopped. His expre
PiperThe word left my mouth far more confidently than I felt. Killian gave me a small nod and returned his attention to my hair. I kept my eyes on my reflection, determined to look as normal as possible.Normal.That was the goal.Unfortunately, nothing about the situation felt normal anymore.The salon became more busy. Someone walked behind my chair carrying a stack of folded towels. A stylist called for a particular product from across the room. The hair dryer beside us switched on, filling the space with a low rush of air before going quiet again.I tried to focus on those things.“So,” I said, forcing myself to continue the conversation, “how long have you worked here?”Killian packed a section of my hair. “A little over two years.”“Two years?” I asked.Killian separated another section of my hair, the comb sliding cleanly through the strands. “Almost three.”I nodded, and under the heavy fabric my fingers pressed lightly against the front of my underwear. The material was alre
Piper I laughed. “No,” I replied. “Why not?” Catherine asked. “Because that’s ridiculous,” I said. “You just admitted he’s attractive,” Catherine pointed out. “That doesn’t mean I want to fuck myself in front of him,” I replied. “Then why are you nervous?” Catherine asked. “I’m not nervous,” I said. “You are,” Catherine replied. I crossed my arms. “I’m not,” I insisted. Catherine smiled. “Prove it.” I stared at her. She knew exactly what she was doing. There was something about being challenged that made it almost impossible for me to back down. Especially by Catherine. She had known me long enough to understand that if she accused me of being afraid, I would probably walk straight into whatever stupid thing she had suggested just to prove her wrong. “What exactly do you mean by touch myself?” I asked. Catherine’s smile widened. “You’ll know,” she said. “That isn’t an answer,” I replied. “It means under the cape,” Catherine explained. “While he
Piper“What’s wrong?” Marilyn’s question pulled me out of my thoughts.I blinked and looked up from my phone. “Nothing.”I tried to keep my expression neutral, but apparently I wasn't doing a very good job.Marilyn studied me from across the little table where the three of us had been waiting for our appointments. “Oh, that's not a nothing look. What's happening?”“Nothing is happening.” I locked my phone and placed it on the table. “I'm fine.”Catherine, sitting beside me, finally lifted her gaze from her own phone. “You're not fine.”I looked at her. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”“Because you're sitting here looking worried over a phone you haven't put down for the past ten minutes.” Marilyn answered almost immediately.“I wasn't worried.” Marilyn gave me a look.“Okay,” I admitted. “Maybe a little.”“A little about what?” Catherine asked.I picked up my drink and took a sip, mostly because I needed something to do with my hands.The salon around us carried on as usual. Hair
DianaJace’s cock sinks all the way in with one smooth thrust and the stretch punches a broken moan out of me.“Ahhhh—fuck—”He does not give me time to adjust. His hands lock on my hips and he starts fucking me hard from the first stroke, the wet slap of his body against mine filling the room.Smack. Smack. Smack.Every thrust drives me forward on the mattress. My arms tremble. I drop to my elbows and the new angle lets him go even deeper. He growls behind me and lands an open palm on my right ass cheek.Twack.The sting blooms hot. He does it again on the other side.Twack.“Arch that fucking back,” he orders. “Show me that pretty pussy taking every inch.”I try. Jace reaches forward and grabs each of my wrists—his right hand locking around my right wrist, his left around my left. He pulls my arms straight back toward him, lifting my chest off the mattress while my knees stay planted. The motion forces my spine into a deep, hard arch, ass still high and balanced, upper body raised s
Sean I closed the door to my bedroom and leaned against it, the wood cool against my back. My heart was still beating heavier than normal. What the hell had just happened? I sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair, replaying the scene in Mila’s room. She had been so defiant at f
Mila I did exactly as I was ordered, pressing my face into his leg, but I could feel the heat of his palm hovering over my thighs. He was right. This might be even more torturous than having his hands on my ass, smacking me like I'm some child. “I have tried so hard to get along with you,” he
Mila The party was alive the second I walked in. Bass from the speakers vibrated through my chest, mixing with the smell of spilled beer, sweet perfume, and weed smoke curling in the air. Colored lights flashed over bodies packed tight on the dance floor. God it felt so good to be back here, wit
MilaI slammed the front door hard enough that the sound echoed through the fancy new hallway. My suitcase bumped against the wall as I dragged it inside. The whole house smelled like vanilla candles and Mom’s expensive perfume, the kind that always made me want to sneeze.“Mila?” Mom’s voice came







