LOGINShe stares at me, wide eyed and ruined. Her thighs tremble, soaked and glistening. Hair a mess, lipstick smudged from my mouth.
“I said I’d make you scream,” I murmur, leaning over her, voice thick. “But I never said it’d only be on my cock.” She swallows hard. “What do you—” I reach over for her purse, unzip it, and dig inside until my fingers close around what I’m looking for. Her vibrator. She freezes. I hold it up between us like a weapon, smirking as the color drains from her cheeks and rushes right back in. “Well, well,” I murmur. “Tyler—” I flip it on. Low buzz. Her breath hitches again. “Lie back, honey,” I say, brushing the toy between her slick folds. “You’re gonna come—but on my terms.” She moans, head falling back, hands clutching the sheets as I press the toy against her clit. Slow circles. Light pressure. Teasing. Her hips buck, chasing it, but I pull back just enough to make her groan in frustration. “Such a needy little thing,” I say, watching her unravel. “You thought I’d let you come just like that?” Her only answer is a broken whimper. I take my time. Drag the toy lower, letting it collect every drop of her slick arousal. Then I bring it back up, gliding it over her clit again, still on the lowest setting. “Tyler—please—” “Shh,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her neck, lips brushing sweat and skin. “You begged me in letters, remember? Told me you touched yourself thinking about this. That toy in your hand, my name on your tongue.” She cries out when I flick the switch to medium. Her thighs snap shut. I push them apart again with my free hand, spreading her wide. “Keep ‘em open. You close them again, I stop.” She bites her lip and nods, body visibly shaking now. I circle the toy faster, hands squeezing her boobs. “That’s it,” I say, voice low and tight. “Feel how it pulses through you? How sensitive you get for me?” Her hips rise off the bed, chasing every pulse of vibration. Her hands reach down to grab mine, to force the toy harder against her, but I catch her wrists and pin them above her head. “You don’t control this, sweetheart,” I growl against her throat. “I do.” The whine she lets out goes straight to my cock. I lower the toy, teasing her entrance, then slide it up over her soaked pussy. She’s panting now. Eyes unfocused. Legs trembling. “Look at you,” I whisper. “And I haven’t even put my cock back inside you yet.” I flip the setting to high. She arches off the bed like she’s been electrocuted. “Fuck—Tyler—oh my God—” Her mouth falls open in a broken O, every muscle in her face twisted in helpless need. I kiss her hard, swallowing her cries. Her body writhes under me, hips jerking uncontrollably as the toy works mercilessly over her clit. Her walls flutter with the need for release, every muscle tight and coiled. “Now,” I growl, voice rough and demanding. “Come for me. Make a mess. Let go.” And she does. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream as she shatters around the toy, waves of pleasure ripping through her like she’s being unmade from the inside out. I hold her through it. Watching every second. Every twitch. Every raw, beautiful sound that rips out of her throat. When it’s over, I finally turn the toy off, toss it to the side, and lower my mouth to her still-quivering thigh. “You done?” I murmur, licking the slick from her skin. She blinks at me, barely able to speak. “No,” she breathes. A crooked smile curls on my lips. “Good.” She’s still catching her breath, body trembling with the aftershocks of that brutal orgasm when I flip her onto her stomach. She lets out a soft gasp, cheek pressed to the mattress. “Tyler—oh my God—” “Shh.” I spread her knees apart and slide my hand down her back, slow and steady. Her ass is lifted, wetness glistening down her thighs. The sight alone nearly undoes me. I reach for her purse where I dropped it earlier. Unzip it. And smile. Just like I thought. I hold up the small pink butt plug between my fingers, letting her see it before I drag it slowly down the curve of her spine. “You really came with this in your bag, huh?” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the small of her back. “Filthy little thing.” She whimpers, wiggling her hips like she’s already aching for it. I lube it with her arousal, then tease the tip at her entrance, circling slowly while she pants into the mattress. “Relax for me,” I whisper, voice rough with restraint. “You know how good this feels.” She moans loud as I press it in, inch by inch, until the plug seats perfectly. “God,” she gasps, voice wrecked. I run my hand over her ass, admiring the view. “Look at you. Plugged and soaked and shaking for me.” I position myself behind her, guiding my cock to her entrance, brushing the tip through her slick folds until she’s squirming. “You ready, baby?” “Please,” she breathes. I slam into her in one hard thrust. Her cry pierces the air, high and raw. The plug inside her makes everything tighter, more intense, and I groan at the sensation of her squeezing me like a fucking vice. “Jesus, Hayley—you feel like you’re pulling every last bit of control from me.” She chokes on every breath, every thrust making her cry out louder, her body arching into me as I pound into her from behind. The sound of skin slapping, her gasps, the wet glide of me sliding in and out, it’s a symphony of filth. I grip her hips hard, bruising tight, using her body like I’ve been starved for it. “This is what you wanted?” I growl, leaning over her, one hand in her hair. “To be filled in both holes like a fucking toy?” “Yes—fuck, yes—Tyler!” “Say it again.” “I wanted it—I wanted all of it—I wanted you!” I fuck her harder, deeper, each thrust angled to drive her wild while the plug inside her keeps everything swollen and hypersensitive. Her walls flutter around me again, and I know she’s close. “You gonna come again?” I snarl. She nods frantically, barely holding herself up. “Then do it. Come while I’m buried inside you. Come while you’re stuffed like the perfect little slut you are. Cream on my cock, Hayley. Fucking ruin me.” She breaks. Her body clenches so hard I see stars. Then she collapses onto the bed, trembling, sobbing out my name. I follow her over the edge, groaning deep as I empty on her thighs, pulse after pulse of heat and want and fucking need. I collapse beside her, both of us panting, sweaty, shaking. She turns her face into my chest, and I wrap my arm around her, tight. The pillow smells like her perfume; warm vanilla and wildness, branding the room as hers now whether she meant to or not. “Still think this is just a weekend thing?” I murmur. She doesn’t answer. But the way she clings to me says everything.~ Caroline ~I shouldn’t be standing outside his room, but here I am. In nothing but lace pants and a bra… It’s nothing new, though. Except today, I don’t have my hands tied, and I am not kneeling at the door, waiting for him to call me in.“I’m ready, master. May I come in?” I call out and wait for his reply.Max is my step-uncle and my Dom. I’m under contract to come to his house twice a week, and I leave each time with my account fuller and my body thoroughly satisfied.“Come in.”I open the door and stride in, head low, eyes staring at the floor, waiting for his next command.“Caroline,” his deep bass voice cuts through the air. “Look at me.”My head jerks up, and I stare into his blue eyes. A smirk is tugging at his lips as he takes in my semi-naked body, but his eyes lack their usual hunger. “Come here, baby. Today, we’ll be doing something different. How do you feel about taking the wheel and letting Uncle Max squirm for you instead?”His fingers flex at his side like he might
He moves back to my head and I watch, panting as he smoothly adjusts the bench I’m lying on.It hinges slightly, tilting my head back and down until it hangs just over the edge, his dick inches from my face.The machine’s relentless motion takes my breath away, making my neck arch and my vision swim. “Don’t you dare,” Klaus commands. “Keep your eyes on me.”My eyes snap open immediately.I watch him take off the condom and grab a wipe from the shelf, wiping his cock slowly.He seems to be obsessed with cleanliness.His heavy hand cups my jaw next.His fingers are tight before he delivers a light, stinging slap to my cheek. The shock makes my head snap slightly.“Open your mouth, Alexa,” he commands, his voice low and devoid of warmth. “Let’s see how much you truly love to scream.”I obey, heart hammering in my chest.My jaw drops open, my tongue slick with anticipation.He steps closer, and then he is upon me. His massive hot dick is pressed against my chin before he slams it into my
Klaus steps back around the bench and I twist my head over my shoulder to watch him.He looks like a predator assessing his prey; calm, lethal, and completely in control. He goes on his knees, eyes locked on mine as he lowers his gaze to the trembling space between my thighs.His thick, calloused finger grazes my core, and a sudden heat spreads through me, making my stomach flutter.I want more, need more, but the gag muffles every plea.The gentle pressure teases me and I tremble. Not just from his touch, but from knowing he controls how far I’ll go.Then he slips it inside, stretching me, and the sudden fullness makes me lose control.“So tight,” he says, surprise evident in his tone. His voice rumbling low enough to sink into my bones. “You’re so incredibly tight, little mouse.”He begins to move. Slow at first. Then faster.The pleasure is far too intense for such a small thing.He’s skilled. God, he knows what he’s doing.Another finger joins the first.My body tries to leap off
~ Alexa ~ I gasp, my lungs seizing up as his words hit me. The playful cruelty in his voice slices right through the thick haze of pleasure-pain, and for the first time, a small part of my brain manages to surface. Everything about this, the hot wax, the shock of the ice, the agonizing depth of the hook, is designed to drive me insane. It shouldn’t feel good, yet I’m a mess of trembling want. A reaction I never knew I was capable of. And the fact that a part of me responds at all makes something old and cold inside me twitch awake. I don’t want to think about where that feeling comes from, but my mind trips over the past anyway. Only three people have ever touched me in all twenty-six years of my life… first was my father, who started abusing me at age seven. Then Marcel and Hunter, my exes. I honestly thought I wasn’t capable of enjoying sex. I mean, I think about it… I imagine myself with random men and even women. But anytime I did it, it always felt wrong and I
That desire is a beautiful thing. That’s what I crave: complete, consuming dependency on my next choice. I pick up the low-temp candle, my pulse thrumming with the need to own her completely. The way she trembles blind beneath me feeds the chaos I’ve barely learned to contain. I tilt the candle and watch a drop of deep red wax fall. I don't aim for the already tortured core, but just beside it, onto her incredibly sensitive, pulsing inner thigh. I watch the wax hit and instantly harden into a tight warm shell against her skin. She lets out a startled animal sound that vibrates right through me. "That's how you use your voice," I breathe, my fingers trailing the hot, new line of wax. "I told you to arch. Now, hold it, little mouse. Burn for Daddy." I shift instantly. My hand snatches an ice cube from the small silver bucket nearby. The shockwave is essential, and I waste no time in delivering it. The ice is wet and shockingly cold. Her breath stutters in the quiet. I
~ Klaus ~ I’ve been watching her for months now, waiting for the exact moment she’d fall neatly into my hands. People whisper that I’m a psychopath. But they don’t understand me. I go after what I want, and I don’t apologize for it. Call it obsession if it makes you sleep better, but it is what it is… Alexa. My little mouse. The treasure I’ve stalked for months, circling her like a patient predator hunting for the single key that would open her. And now I finally have her laid out in front of me. Her sounds hit me with a force I didn’t anticipate, burning their way under my skin. I draw in air to steady the need clawing at me. I’m a cop… at least on paper. My jerk of a father made sure of that. He said it would “help me act right” and “show me what happens to the bad guys.” But what it really did was show me how little the rules matter when you can bend them and never get caught. The air in my torture room has that cold, sanitized smell that always sharpens my focus. I br







