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Fucked For Secrecy V

Author: Ophelia
last update publish date: 2026-10-05 13:42:08

Chapter Five

River made it back to the classroom with his jacket zipped to his throat. The come in his jeans had started to cool and stick to his skin, a humiliating reminder every time he took a step. He slid into his seat as Tristan was wrapping the last point on the board, and he did not look at the front of the room. His notes were still open to a blank page. His bag was where he had left it. A boy in the back glanced over, then away. Nobody seemed to care that he had been gone long enough
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    Chapter SixThe bedroom was at the top of the stairs, spare, a wide bed with a dark headboard and the curtains already drawn against the late light. Tristan set River on the mattress and stripped the rest of his clothes off with efficient hands. Jeans, the sticky briefs, jacket, the shirt that still smelled like the lecture hall. Shoes hit the floor. River lay there flushed and open, cock leaking against his stomach, hole wet and swollen from the living room. He should have been embarrassed. He watched Tristan open the nightstand instead, chest still heaving, anger burned down into something hotter and less named.Soft cuffs. Black. Lined, not toys for show. A short strap already fixed to the center of the headboard, as if the afternoon had been planned further back than a bathroom. Tristan held the cuffs up and waited, which was the first time all day he had really waited.“Wrists. If you want out, you say red. If you want slower, yellow. Anything else, I keep going. Say it back.”Ri

  • Dark MM Desires: Forbidden & Filthy Tales   Fucked For Secrecy V

    Chapter FiveRiver made it back to the classroom with his jacket zipped to his throat. The come in his jeans had started to cool and stick to his skin, a humiliating reminder every time he took a step. He slid into his seat as Tristan was wrapping the last point on the board, and he did not look at the front of the room. His notes were still open to a blank page. His bag was where he had left it. A boy in the back glanced over, then away. Nobody seemed to care that he had been gone long enough to fall apart and come back wrong.Tristan did not look at him either. That was worse. He assigned the chapter, capped the marker, and dismissed them like the hour had been ordinary. When the room scraped and stood, River packed with his head down. His hands left damp prints on the notebook cover. His mouth tasted like skin and salt no matter how many times he swallowed. When he stood, his thighs rubbed the mess in his jeans and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep a sound in.He had o

  • Dark MM Desires: Forbidden & Filthy Tales   Fucked For Secrecy IV

    Chapter FourTristan's shoe stayed on River's hand, pinning his wrist to his own thigh. Not crushing. Heavy enough that River couldn't pull free without making it a fight, the sole warm through the denim, the pressure a clean line across his knuckles.“You don't touch yourself.”River's mouth was empty for a second. Spit strung from his lip to the head of Tristan's cock. He dragged in air and it came out shaky, wet at the edges.“I need— I'm so—”“You need to keep your hands where I put them.” Tristan tapped his cock against River's swollen mouth, smearing spit over his lip. “Open. We're not done.”River opened. His eyes were already wet, and not from the shoe. The ache in his cock had tipped into something that felt like crying even before the tears came. Tristan pushed back in and used his throat in short, rough strokes, the shoe a reminder every time River's fingers twitched toward his lap. It was too much. The stretch, the lack of air, the pulse trapped in his jeans, the flat voic

  • Dark MM Desires: Forbidden & Filthy Tales   Fucked For Secrecy III

    Chapter Three“What?”The word came out thin. River's back hit the edge of the sink counter. He had said anything. He had meant a grade, a favor, extra essays, something a professor was supposed to want from a student who had messed up. His cock pulsed against the zipper like it had heard a different offer and already agreed.Tristan didn't look away.“You heard me.”“You can't— you're my professor. You can't just—”“I can walk back in there and tell them why you left.” Tristan's voice stayed even. He reached for his belt. The leather slid through the loop with a soft sound that went straight down River's spine. “Or you get on your knees. Decide. I'm not asking twice.”River's knees made the decision before the rest of him finished arguing. The tile was cold through his jeans. He was so hard it ached, and he didn't know if it was the porn still running in his head or the man undoing his belt in front of him or the awful relief of being told exactly what the price was. Nate never asked

  • Dark MM Desires: Forbidden & Filthy Tales   Fucked For Secrecy II

    Chapter TwoThe bathroom door opened.River didn't breathe. The picture was still on his screen, his cock shiny in the frame, his real cock still out in the cold air of the stall. Whoever it was walked past the sinks, shoes steady on the tile, and stopped in front of the stall door.“River.”He knew the voice before he knew what to do with his body. Professor Vale. Tristan. The name in his head was not the one he was allowed to use out loud, and hearing his own first name in that mouth made his stomach drop through the floor.His face went hot so fast it hurt. He yanked at his jeans with one hand and only got them halfway up. The lock was a cheap slide. It would not save him. He killed the screen and held the phone against his stomach like that undid the last two minutes. His cock caught on the waistband, still hard, still obvious.The lock turned from the outside. The door swung in.Tristan stood in the gap in his shirt and dark trousers, coat left somewhere back in the classroom, on

  • Dark MM Desires: Forbidden & Filthy Tales   Fucked For Secrecy I

    Chapter OneSend me a picture of your dick. It better be hard.River's phone lit the underside of the desk. Nate's name sat above the text, and the words were already mean in the way Nate got mean when he wanted something and did not want to wait for it. River's thumb hovered. Two rows ahead, a girl was typing with her screen brightness all the way down. Professor Vale had his back to the room, writing a line from the essay on the board in that neat, narrow hand.The lecture hall smelled like dry marker and someone's burnt coffee. Rain ticked at the high windows. River should have put the phone in his bag. He knew that. He also knew Nate. If the text sat there, the next one would be worse, and worse with Nate was never a quiet thing.I'm in class.The reply landed before Tristan finished the sentence on the board.I don't care. Bathroom. Five minutes. If I don't have it, we're done. Don't text me some excuse.River's stomach pulled tight. Nate did this. He asked for a picture in the m

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