Se connecterI woke up to nerve wracking pain. I groaned, even as flashes from last night came rushing through my vision.The belt lashes. The hard slaps on my cheek. The hair grabbing. Being fucked by Tom. Being called every degrading name under the planet.It was finally sinking in, that I had fucked my abductor last night. The same man, who was holding me against mt will. Who had devised a way for us to get married, while I was lying unconscious in this very room.Mrs Blackthorn,I was going to be sick.The other side of the bed was empty. While the entire mattress was rumpled ,a tell tale sign of our rigorous activities from last night…it didn’t look as if ‘my husband’ had slept next to me.Which was fine by me. I wasn’t sure I could face him right now without hurling a pillow at his insufferable head.I got out of bed. My muscles ached. My jaw hurt from being hit last night. I wondered how many bruises I had on my butt.I picked up the nearest robe I could find and put it on. Just as I got ar
Lyra stepped into the red room, the hairs on her skin erect. She met Tyron standing beside the bed with his hands tucked in his trousers but he wasn’t alone.He was with Ziko, her cousin.“Come here, slowly ,” Tryron ordered, his eyes focused okn her. The slowness of her movements as she complied was the sweetest type of torture. Her toes curled as his shirt hit the carpeted floor to reveal the perfect body that hid beneath.He crooked his finger, summoning her closer. Lyra moved until she was near enough for him to reach over and cup her breast through the fabric of her loose dress. Squeezing gently, he marveled at how she sucked in harsh breaths. Tyron’s fingers landed on her cheek and then dipped into her mouth, his eyes silently telling her what he wanted her to do and like an obedient slave, she sucked on his fingers, moving her head while moaning into his hand. The anticipation of having him inside her mouth, inside her cunt and any hole he wanted to use made her squir
2.In hell there was no day or night, just their existence and for Lyra, her own existence was all on pleasing Tyron, the king of hell.She stepped into the bathroom while Tyron was in the shower.“Can I join you,sir?” She asked, her lips a humble whisper.Tyron gave her ass a playful whack before sneaking his hand up her body. “Mmmm,” Lyra moaned. She sucked in a harsh breath when he pinched a nipple as drops of water peppered his chest, sliding down and catching on his nipples before moving along the lines of his abs and disappeared into the black hair that peeked below. The divine sight of him wet, and the agony of being used by him ropelled Lyra forward. Tyron opened his arms, catching her as she rushed into him with desperate haste, claiming his mouth with mine and kissing him. A moment later, Tyron switched off the shower as Lyra wrapped her hands around his dick. He was already at half-mast when she gripped him, wanting to feel the velvety skin under her palm. She began
Tyron breathed harshly as he stormed into the tent with Sweat and blood glistening on his bare body, his muscle taut. His eyes darkened as he stared at Lyra, his submissive slave.“Come here.” He ordered.Lyra stood up to walk to him when her back suddenly got slammed on the wall. Tyron had his hands wrapped around her neck, his mouth inches away from her ear.“When i call, you crawl,” he whispered.“Yes sire,” she breathed out.She shivered in his arms as he trailed his lower lip with his thumb, mesmerized by how her flawless features changed in ecstasy. Even with this, his fantasy didn’t live up to the real thing.Lyra gasped at as he pressed his hard length against her, moving his waist in a circular motion. Her only job was to please Tyron, the king of hell and Lyra enjoyed doing just that. She barely had anything on as Tyron slided a finger into her pussy, watching as her eyes filled to the back of her head at the mind-melting pleasure. Her nails dug into Tyron’s arm as he f
I gasp, my head falling back as your mouth finds my nipple. I moan loudly, my body shuddering with pleasure. I grind against your hand, my hips moving in rhythm with your fingers.“Yes, just like tha—“(You wrap your free hand around my throat ,pressing not that hard but hard enough,my tongue slipped out ,causing me to pant )“Don’t stop!... I want to feel your fingers inside me. Fill me up! Make me scream!.»I grab your hair, pulling you closer, my body trembling with need. I bite my lip, my eyes locked on yours, demanding more.“Fuck me with your fingers baby….Show me how much you want to be inside me. Make me come hard.”Your moan over my breast ,makes me shiver .( you detached your lips and tongue from my nipples ,you slip your fingers in slowly ,inserting your middle finger first and pumping slowly, you knew I needed more than one ,you added your index ,my gasp and my walls clenching around your fingers, made you smirk, seeing you were getting the reaction you wanted ,you add
I look you over, my eyes lingering on your body, assessing. A slow smirk plays on my lips as I lean against the desk, crossing my legs.“Hello yourself. You’re here for the writing job, aren’t you? Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes. Or maybe you’re just here to waste my time.”My gaze is intense, unblinking, as if I’m already deciding your fate.( you hand over a file containing a CV and a short story ..it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper)I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor.“A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?”I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm.(Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I







