MasukWe pulled away and we stared into each other. He caressed my cheeks. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You have no idea the dreams I've had of you.” “What kind of dreams?” I chuckled, biting my lips. “Bad ones.” He whispered, tracing kisses all over my shoulders and back. “The kind where you're screaming my name as I hit you from behind.” He picked me up. “Let's get you cleaned up.” He said as he made his way into his bathroom. He set me down and turned on the shower. The water washed away sweat and cum. We kissed again and I ran my fingers through his wet hair. He then dropped behind me and spread my ass cheeks and dived in with his tongue. I moaned and almost slipped but thankfully he held me steady. He rose and pressed his cock to my ass once more, sliding in easily now. He fucked me slow at first, his hands roaming my wet skin, kissing my shoulder blades softly then he grabbed the showerhead, positioning it against my clit while hammering my ass hard, the pressure making me scream. The pleasure was so overwhelming. "Yes, fuck my ass like that!" I wailed, the water increasing every sensation. He dropped the showerhead and wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me steady. I lost count of how many times I came. Our kiss was desperate, as he fucked me standing, then lowered us both to the shower floor. On my knees in the steam, I took him in my mouth while water poured over my face. Pulling out, he yanked me up. "Cum with me," he demanded and we both did. We slumped together under the water, kissing lazily as his hands traced gentle patterns on my back. I felt at bliss in that moment. The water continued to pour over us. Nick's eyes still glowed with lust as he held me close. He didn't look like he was satisfied. “You wanna go again?” I asked, my eyes widening. “You make me so horny. Your scent, your body, everything about you I love.” He said hoarsely. He kissed me again but this time it felt possessive. I ran my hands through his hair, loving the scent. He nipped my lower lip hard enough to draw a gasp, then pulled back, smirking. “We're taking this to the bedroom. Are you ready?” I nodded in anticipation. My pussy throbbed but it wanted more. I couldn't get enough of this man. He turned off the towel and grabbed a towel gently drying me. I shivered as he wrapped the towel around his waist, his cock already thickening again beneath it. He scooped me up once more and carried me to his bedroom. His room was clean and very neatly arranged. My eyes widened in surprise at the nightstand cluttered with lube bottles, a vibrator, and a pair of leather cuffs attached to chains dangling from the headboard. He placed me onto the mattress. “On your knees, face down,” he ordered, stripping off the towel to reveal his fully erect cock. I obeyed eagerly and lifted my ass, exposing my leaking pussy. Without warning, he slapped my ass cheek hard. I yelped at the sting. I was surprised as my pussy responded differently. You filthy cunt. “You love this, don't you? Being my filthy little fucktoy.” “Yes,” I moaned. More. More. I could feel my orgasm again. He chuckled then reached for the lube on the nightstand, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. He teased my ass first before shoving two fingers inside. I whimpered, as he added a third finger, twisting and pumping until I was begging. “I need you.” I say. I needed his cock in my pussy. He happily obliged and I screamed into the pillow, the pleasure overwhelming but I rocked back meeting his brutal pace. No sex I would have in the future would ever beat this. This was once in a lifetime sex. I could fuck this man everyday. I would do anything he asked for so long as he promised to fuck me good like this. His hand came down again and again on my ass until my ass cheeks burned red. “Fuck, your hole's gripping me so tight,” he moaned then leaned over to bite my shoulder. I felt every inch of him as he kissed the bite softly. “Tell me what you want next.” “Everything,”I panted. He could do anything he wanted to me. “Use me. All of me.” “Be careful what you ask for, baby. You might just get addicted.” He flipped me over and grabbed the cuffs and secured my wrists to the headboard. I watched him as he grabbed the vibrator and turned it on. Shifting down, he shoved it into my pussy without mercy. It stretched and buzzed against my walls, hitting my g-spot relentlessly. I screamed as the first orgasm crashed over me, but he didn't stop as he pinned my thighs open with his knees and rammed his cock into my ass. Double penetration had me seeing stars, his cock pounding my hole while the toy ravaged my cunt. He leaned down and gave me a sloppy kiss, swallowing my cries as he fucked me senseless. “Cum for me again, squeeze that ass around my dick,” he demanded between kisses, nipping my lips. I was a hot mess. He let out a loud groan as he pulled out. Hot cum sprayed across my belly and tits. He threw the toy to the side and flipped me onto my side and uncuffed one of my wrists only to retie it to the bedpost in a new angle, leaving me half-curled, one leg hooked over his shoulder. He entered my pussy and this time, it was low and deep. If he asked me if I loved him at this exact moment, I would have said yes without hesitation. Our eyes locked, and he kissed me tenderly. He increased his pace, the chain on my cuff clinking with every slam. 'Take it, baby,' he whispered against my ear and bit it before soothing it with a lick. His fingers found my clit, rubbing circles as he hammered, switching to my ass mid-thrust, the sudden change making me yelp and pull the sheets. He laughed then spanked my thigh before kissing the red mark. “I can't control myself around you.” He said. We rolled again and he laid on his back now and I was now in a cowgirl position. My bound hand limited me, but I rode him wildly, bouncing on his cock in my pussy, my tits jiggled as he sucked one nipple into his mouth. His hands gripped my ass. “Ride harder, make that pussy cream on me.” I did as he said. My juices soaking his balls. He gripped my waist as he moaned deeply. I loved the way he moaned. He sat up and wrapped his arms around me. Our kiss was fierce and he flipped us so I was under him, my legs were wrapped around his waist. He fucked me missionary-style and kissed all over my face and neck then my chest. I felt hot all over. By the look on his face, I knew he was about to release. “I can't hold it much longer. I need to release.” He looked at me and I nodded without hesitation. I felt him cum into me as we clung together, panting like we just ran a marathon. He uncuffed me fully, rubbing my wrists gently, then pulled me into his lap for a long kiss with his hands roaming softly over my curves. “How do you feel?” He said as I lay on his chest. I felt safe in his embrace and didn't want to leave. “That was amazing.” I giggled. Then I paused. Oh shit, we didn't use condoms and I'm not on any birth control!I froze. How on earth could this happen? It was already too late to get another hotel and one thing Damien hated, was imperfection. "Fix it," he said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it had an edge to it that could make anyone want to piss themselves. "Sir, I’ve checked the system twice. Every single room in the building is occupied," she pleaded, looking like she was about to piss herself any moment. "I can try to call our partner hotels but because of the conference, they wouldn't be available at all.”"Call them," Damien commanded. "I am not sharing a room with my secretary. Find me a suite, a standard room. I don't fucking care. Find me a room.” Ouch. I mean, I didn’t want to share a room with him either, but the sheer disgust in his voice felt like a slap to the face. I looked at the floral arrangement on her desk and put on a face of indifference even though I felt slightly embarrassed. The receptionist spent ten agonizing minutes on the phone, and although Damien put on a calm
I arrived at the private terminal at seven forty-five in the morning with my overnight bag.Damien was nowhere to be found and I sat in the small lounge waiting for him. He was always like this. He never stuck to time. Eight o’clock came and at twenty minutes past eight, I swallowed my pride and sent a text telling him I was in the lounge.Naturally, I didn't receive anything back. He never returned my messages, I didn't even think he ever saw them. Who knew if he even had my number saved on his phone. By eight-thirty, I was staring up at the ceiling and actively fantasizing about a career change. Maybe I could move to a remote farm and milk goats. Goats didn’t wear custom Tom Ford or look at you like you were a stain on their sparkling white shirt.My butt was already hurting and when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I looked up to see the big, bad wolf walking through the door in a suit that probably cost more than my monthly rent. He was talking to someone on the phone and lo
"Why is your skirt so short today?"I stood in front of my overbearing, maniac, sadistic boss and tried very hard not to visibly combust.He was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, looking at me the way he always did, like I was one of the biggest inconveniences he had in his life. "It's a professional length," I said in a monotone. I knew he hated when I did that. "It doesn't look professional." He said in that condescending voice of his that got on my nerves. "With respect sir, the dress code says nothing about skirt length." I said in the most polite tone I could muster. He raised an indignant eyebrow and the corner of his mouth turned up in a sneer. "Are you really standing in my office quoting the dress code at me right now?"What do you think?"I'm standing in your office defending myself against an unfair observation, sir but I’m sorry if I offended you." I said. His frown deepened and I could see the dark thunderclouds above his head but I wasn't fazed. I con
She stood under the hot water and closed her eyes, feeling the pleasant ache across her back and thighs and the deep satisfaction that only ever came after a session. After she was done, she wrapped herself in the hotel robe and sat in front of the vanity mirror. She heard a knock on the door and someone entered into the room. She knew instantly it was Theo. He came in with a bottle of water and set them on the vanity without a word. She looked up at him and he stared at her silently, she would never get over how green and beautiful his eyes were. Theo was the one with the whip. In real life he was an architect. He was quiet and prescise in everything that he did. When she had met him, they had spent the whole evening talking about structural engineering. She found him very interesting and wondered how a man this meticulate was into the same dark interests that she had. She asked him how he hid them and he had told her in a blunt manner that he didn't hide anything, he tells his fe
He gathered her up, one arm under her knees, one behind her back and lifted her off the bench. He carried her like she was made of glass, cradled against his chest. She placed her head on his shoulders. She felt very safe in his arms. The second man walked ahead and pushed open a heavy door. It was a bathroom and inside it was a massive tub that was already filled and now steaming. The man lowered her into the water slowly and gave her time to adjust to the heat. The water was hot and stug her skin but after a few moments it became perfect and she felt her muscles relax one by one. .The second man stripped off his shirt, then his jeans, and climbed into the tub behind her. She felt his chest press against her back, his legs bracketing hers. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him, and he kissed her shoulder."Are you okay?" he asked in that department voice of his. She nodded and closed her eyes. The first man leaned over the edge of the tub and kissed her whil
Emily thought she had no idea how she got there but that that was a lie she told herself every single time. YThat she voluntarily blacked out and she couldn’t explain it.The truth was she could explain every single detail.Three weeks ago she had opened the private portal on her laptop at midnight, the way she always did and scrolled through her options, updated her preferences, and booked the session.Emily Pratt did not do anything by accident. By day she ran the operations of a billion dollar logistics company. She never showed weakness because neither of those things were options for a woman in her position.Her body had been craving for something, some form of release and she had been searching endlessly for a medium in which she could be herself and satisfy her deepest urges. She’d discovered the club two years ago through Kevin whom she met at a dinner party. He'd given her his card and she'd contemplated about looking it up for two weeks before finally having the courage. It







