로그인Chapter 3Cheryl's POVI must have passed out hard.After that intense session, my body felt boneless. I barely remembered cleaning the dildo and tossing it back into the drawer before collapsing face-down on the sheets, still naked, a thin sheen of sweat cooling on my skin. The satisfied ache between my legs felt like a victory. For once, I’d made the noise. For once, I wasn’t the frustrated listener.Sleep took me fast and deep.It couldn’t have been more than an hour later when the familiar sounds dragged me back to consciousness.“Ahhh! Yes, Cal—fuck!”My eyes snapped open. The familiar rhythmic thumping was back, louder than usual, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of two different female voices moaning and gasping in chorus.Are you fucking kidding me?I lay there frozen for a second, listening. One girl was high-pitched and whiny, the other breathier, almost growling. Both of them were calling his name like he was some kind of sex deity.“Cal, baby, your cock feels so good…
Chapter 2Cheryl's POVThe apartment was suspiciously quiet.It was a warm Thursday afternoon, sunlight slicing through my half-open blinds, and for the first time in over a week, the wall next door was completely silent. No thumping. No breathy “Ahh, Cal…” No headboard trying to punch through the drywall. But I knew he was home. I’d heard his deep voice earlier when he took a phone call on his balcony, that low timbre that always sent a stupid little shiver down my spine.Perfect.I’d gone dildo shopping like a woman on a mission two days ago and came back with exactly what I needed. I pulled the box from under my bed and unwrapped my new toy for the first time since I got it.And holy fuck, it didn't disappoint.It was massive. Almost twelve inches of realistic, veiny perfection. The skin-like silicone felt warm and soft to the touch, with a fat, bulbous head that flared out angrily and a thick shaft covered in raised veins that looked like they belonged on a real, throbbing cock. I
Chapter 1Cheryl's POV “Fucking hell!” I groaned for the hundredth time tonight and rolled over, yanking the covers over my head like that would block out the noise. No such luck.It had been over a week since the new tenant moved into the apartment next door, and every single night had turned into this – a filthy soundtrack of rhythmic thumping, creaking bed springs, and way too much moaning.“Ahh– fuck, Cal… take it slow,” the woman cried out, her voice breathy and shameless through the thin wall. “You’re wrecking my pussy.”My thighs pressed together involuntarily. God damn it. I was supposed to be pissed off, not lying here soaked and aching while some lucky bitch got railed into next week.I squeezed my eyes shut, but that only made it worse. My mind started painting the scene I couldn’t see. I’d only caught glimpses of him in the hallway two days ago and Christ, I’d have to admit that he was a ridiculously hot bastard. Tall, broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair, sharp jawlin
Chapter 10Belle's POV “Please, Sir,” I sob, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please let me come. I’m yours… I’ll be so good for you.”Mr. Cane’s grip tightens on my throat, just enough to make my head fuzzy with pleasure as he fucks me harder from the side, deep and relentless. His breath is hot against my ear.“Then come for me, my little slut. Come all over my cock. Now.”The permission snaps the last thread of my control. The orgasm explodes through me like lightning. My entire body seizes up, pussy clenching and spasming violently around his thick length as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over me. I scream, shaking uncontrollably, my vision going white at the edges. He keeps thrusting through every pulse, drawing it out until I’m a sobbing, trembling mess in his arms.When the last tremor finally fades, I’m boneless. Mr. Cane slows his movements, then gently pulls out, leaving me empty and leaking. He turns me onto my back and gathers me against his chest, stroking my
Chapter 9Belle's POV Mr. Cane stares down at me with dark, satisfied eyes as I kneel before him, his cum still warm on my tongue and dripping down my breasts. My body trembles from the intense orgasm, my pussy still pulsing from the intense orgasm against the wall.He reaches down, hooks a finger under the collar, and tugs me up to my feet. His voice is low, rough, and full of promise.“We’re just getting started, Belle. I’m nowhere near done using this body tonight.”A fresh wave of nervous excitement rushes through me. My legs are still shaky, but he doesn’t give me time to recover. He wipes a streak of his cum from my cheek with his thumb and pushes it into my mouth.“Suck,” he commands. I obey, swirling my tongue around his thumb like an eager little whore.He smiles, dark and predatory. “Good girl. Now get on the bed. On your back. Legs spread wide. I want to see that dripping pussy.”I crawl onto the big four-poster bed and lie down, spreading my thighs obediently. The sheer b
Chapter 8Belle's POV “Please, Sir,” I beg, my voice shaky and desperate as the thick head of his cock presses against my entrance. “I want you to fuck me. Please fuck this needy little pussy. I need you inside me.”The words feel filthy leaving my mouth, but the collar around my throat and the way I’m spread open on the Saint Andrew’s cross make me feel like I belong to him completely. My skin still burns from the flogger, every nerve alive and screaming for more.Mr. Cane lets out a low, satisfied growl. He tightens his grip on my hip, the fat head of his cock pressing harder against my slick entrance.“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, voice dark and rough. “You’re going to take every inch like the desperate little slut you are tonight.”He pushes forward.A loud, broken moan tears from my throat as the thick head of his cock forces its way inside me. The stretch is intense — thicker and hotter than the fat dildo from last week. My walls clench tightly around him, fluttering as my







