LOGINShe brings me to the edge three times with her mouth before she finally lets me fall.The orgasm crashes through me like nothing I've ever experienced, wave after wave of pleasure that seems to go on forever. She works me through it with her tongue, drawing out every last tremor, and when I finally come down I'm shaking and tearful and completely wrecked."Good girl." She kisses her way back up my body, settling beside me on the sofa. "That's it. Let it out.""I didn't know," I manage between gasps. "I didn't know it could feel like that.""It's different with someone who knows your body." She strokes my hair, patient and gentle. "Someone who takes their time. Someone who isn't racing toward their own finish line.""Has it always been like this for you? With women?""Not always. It took me time to learn my own pleasure, to find partners who cared about it." She kisses my forehead softly. "But yes, once I did, I never looked back."I turn toward her, suddenly aware that she's still clo
Her apartment is exactly what I imagined. Warm and elegant, filled with art and soft lighting and furniture that invites you to sink in and stay awhile.Vivian opens the door in a flowing satin robe, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looks at me standing in the hallway in my carefully chosen dress, my carefully applied makeup, my carefully constructed courage, and smiles."You came.""I almost didn't." My voice shakes slightly. "I walked around the block three times before I could make myself come up.""But you did come up." She steps aside to let me in. "That's what matters."The apartment smells like her perfume and something else, something warm and inviting. Candles flicker on surfaces throughout the living room. Music plays softly from hidden speakers, something classical and soothing."Can I get you a drink?" she asks."Please." I need something to do with my hands, something to calm my racing heart.She pours us both glasses of wine, rich and red, and sits on the sofa wi
I notice her the moment she walks into the gallery opening.She's older than me by at least a decade, maybe more, with silver threading through dark hair that falls past her shoulders in waves. She wears a simple black dress that clings to curves most women half her age would envy, and she moves through the crowd like she owns the room. Like she owns every room she's ever walked into.I can't stop staring."You're drooling." My friend Jess elbows me, grinning. "Who is she?""I don't know." My voice comes out strange, breathless. "I've never seen her before.""Well, she's definitely seen you." Jess nods toward the woman, who has stopped near a sculpture and is looking directly at me with eyes I can't read from this distance. Dark eyes. Knowing eyes. "She's been watching you for the last five minutes."My heart stutters. I look away, then look back, unable to help myself. She's still watching. And now she's smiling, a small curve of painted lips that makes my stomach flip in ways I've n
He opens the back door of his cruiser and guides me inside.The backseat of a police car is cramped and utilitarian, hard plastic seats designed for criminals, not comfort. But right now, with him climbing in after me, it feels like the most private space in the world. He pulls the door shut behind us, sealing us in together, and suddenly the flashing lights outside seem very far away."You know I could arrest you." He's on top of me now, pressing me down into the uncomfortable seat, his weight a delicious pressure that makes my still-sensitive body hum with renewed interest. "Public indecency. Corrupting an officer of the law. Speeding in a designated zone.""Corrupting?" I arch up against him, feeling his cock already hardening again through his uniform pants. "You started this.""You were dressed like that." His hand slides up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. "Driving like that. Looking at me like that. What was I supposed to do, give you a ticket and pretend I didn't want to ben
His hand finally makes contact, fingers wrapping around the back of my neck as he pulls me toward him.The kiss is demanding from the first second. No hesitation, no asking permission, just his mouth claiming mine like he's been thinking about this since the moment he saw me behind the wheel. I moan into him, my hands fisting in his uniform shirt, feeling the hard planes of his chest through the stiff fabric."You have no idea how many times I've wanted to do this." He growls against my lips, his other hand sliding down my side to grip my hip. "Pull over some speeding girl in a tight dress and show her what happens when she breaks the rules.""And do you? Show them?""Never." He bites my lower lip hard enough to sting. "I'm a good cop. I follow the rules. I give them their tickets and send them on their way." His hand slides around to grip my ass, pulling me harder against him so I can feel the thick ridge of his cock straining against his uniform pants. "But something about you makes
The red and blue lights appear in my rearview mirror at 2 AM on a stretch of empty highway I thought nobody patrolled.Shit. Shit shit shit.I was doing ninety in a sixty-five zone, windows down, music blasting, trying to outrun the disaster of a date I'd just escaped. Three hours of listening to a man explain cryptocurrency while his hand crept up my thigh. I needed speed and solitude and the cleansing rush of night air through my hair.What I did not need was a traffic stop.I pull onto the shoulder, gravel crunching under my tires, and watch in my side mirror as the cruiser settles behind me. The headlights are blinding. I can't see anything except the silhouette of a figure stepping out, adjusting his belt, walking toward me with the slow confidence of someone who knows exactly how much power he holds in this moment.My heart is pounding as I roll down my window the rest of the way. The dome light inside my car illuminates my face, my cleavage in this stupid low-cut dress I wore f
My father owes Enzo Moretti three million dollars, and I'm standing in the man's penthouse trying not to look as terrified as I feel. The place is all black marble and glass, the kind of cold luxury that whispers about the bodies buried to pay for it.He doesn't bother standing when I walk in. Thos
They carry me back to the main locker room, my body completely limp and trembling uncontrollably. My muscles have given out entirely, unable to support me, shaking with exhaustion and overstimulation. They lay me down on the bench where this all started, my legs hanging off one side, spread wide and
They carry me to the showers. I can't walk anymore, my legs completely useless, trembling too hard to support any weight. Bishop scoops me up like I weigh nothing and sets me down gently under the spray as Roman turns the water on hot.Steam rises around us as hot water cascades over my sweaty, cum-
They give me barely a second to recover before Sawyer is lifting me onto the padded training table. The same table where I've worked on their bodies all season long. The same table where I've kept my hands so carefully, painfully professional while my mind wandered to places exactly like this.Nothi







