LOGIN**Chapter 4: MY BULLY AND THE BOY WHO USED TO LAUGH AT ME FINALLY USE ME TOGETHER**Jordan’s cock is still heavy on my tongue when Avery decides the hour is almost up.She pulls her fingers away from my clit at the last second, leaving me aching and empty, then looks at the clock on the wall.“Door stays mostly closed. If anyone walks past they hear quiet. That means both of you keep the noise down. Jordan—sit in the teacher’s chair. She rides. I want to watch her take it.”Jordan moves like he has been waiting for the order. He sits in Mr. Kellerman’s chair, trousers open, cock still wet from my mouth. Avery helps me off the desk, turns me around, and guides me backward until I am straddling his lap. The uniform skirt is still bunched at my waist. My underwear is gone. She reaches between us, wraps her hand around him, and lines him up with my entrance.“Slow,” she tells me. “I want to see it stretch you.”I sink down.The first inch forces a broken sound out of my throat. He is thic
**Chapter 3: SHE MAKES ME STAY AFTER AGAIN AND THIS TIME SOMEONE ELSE IS WATCHING**I barely sleep.Every time I close my eyes I feel her fingers inside me and the way she forced me to look at her while I came. By morning my body is still humming and the ordinary hallway noise of the school feels sharper than usual. Avery finds me at my locker before first period. She does not speak. She simply reaches past me, hooks one finger in the collar of my blouse, and pulls it down just far enough to show the faint bruise her mouth left on the upper curve of my breast. Then she lets the fabric snap back and walks away like nothing happened.The message is clear.Detention is no longer optional. It is scheduled.When the final bell rings I go straight to Mr. Kellerman’s classroom without being told. He looks surprised to see me, then irritated, then resigned. Avery is already in her usual seat. He gives us the same speech as yesterday—door stays open, he will be in the department office—and lea
**Chapter 2: MY BULLY KEEPS HER HAND ON MY THROAT AND MAKES ME ADMIT HOW WET I AM**Avery’s thumb keeps moving across my nipple through the thin bra.The classroom is so quiet I can hear the soft scrape of her boot against the tile every time she shifts her weight. Her knee is still pressed between my thighs, holding them open. The hand on my throat stays light but constant, a reminder that she can tighten it whenever she wants. My blouse is open to the third button. Cool air from the hallway drifts across the skin she has exposed.“Breathe,” she says. “You’re starting to look like you might pass out and I haven’t even done anything yet.”I force a breath in. It shakes on the way out. Avery watches my face with that same sharp, assessing look she uses right before she says something cruel in front of other people. Only now there is no audience. Just the two of us and the open door that suddenly feels much farther away than it is.She pops another button.The blouse falls fully open. M
**BULLY LOVES ME****Chapter 1: I GET STUCK IN DETENTION WITH MY BULLY AND FINALLY HEAR WHAT SHE REALLY THINKS**The classroom is almost empty when the final bell rings.I stay in my seat because I have no choice. Mr. Kellerman already wrote my name on the board under “Detention – 4:00 to 5:30.” The reason listed is “disruptive behavior,” which is rich considering I spent the entire period trying to disappear while Avery Cole and her little group made my life hell from the back row.Avery is still here.Of course she is.She sits two desks away, boots kicked up on the chair in front of her, scrolling through her phone like the extra hour is a personal insult. Her uniform skirt is rolled at the waist the way the teachers always complain about but never actually punish. Dark hair in a messy knot. Sharp mouth painted the same deep red she has worn since the first day of term. She is the reason I take the long way to every class. She is the reason my locker has been jammed with trash thre
Chapter 5: HE GETS ME EVICTED AND KEEPS ME ANYWAYI spend the rest of the night on the floor of his apartment.He lets me sleep in short stretches between uses—mouth, cunt, the plug still vibrating on a low, mean setting that never fully lets me rest. Every time I start to drift he fists my ponytail, pulls me back into place, and makes me take him again until my jaw aches or my cunt is fluttering helplessly around him. He comes twice more before dawn. Once down my throat. Once buried so deep I can still feel it when he finally turns the plug off and unclips the collar.“Sleep,” he says. “On the bed this time. You have a long day tomorrow.”I crawl onto the mattress that smells like him and pass out the second my head hits the pillow.Morning comes with the sound of his keyboard and the smell of coffee. He is already dressed in the same gray hoodie and glasses when I open my eyes. On the nightstand is a printed email from the landlord, timestamped 6:02 a.m.Unit 4B – Notice of Lease Te
Chapter 4: I GET THE NEXT LANDLORD WARNING AND GO BACK TO HIM ANYWAYThe envelope is under my door when I finally force myself to move.Cream paper. Landlord letterhead. The same formal language as every previous warning, only sharper now.Unit 4B – Additional Substantiated Complaint Noise disturbance and suspected violation of community standards at approximately 10:15 p.m. This constitutes the final notice. Any further incident will result in immediate termination proceedings.I read it twice while standing in the dark hallway of my own apartment, still wearing the destroyed shirt, the plug still seated deep, his cum still sticky on the insides of my thighs. The timestamp on the complaint matches the exact window he was fucking me over his desk. He filed it while I was still in the room. Or immediately after. The precision of it makes my stomach turn and my cunt clench around the plug at the same time.I should be furious.I am, but the fury is tangled up with something hotter and m
Chapter 3I had forgotten my phone charger. That was the only reason I returned to the office at 9:30 p.m. Everyone had left.The building sat mostly dark except for the single light still glowing in Elena’s corner office. I pushed the glass doors open quietly. I was just going to grab the char
CHAPTER 2By Day Three, I had grown bolder. I wore a tight red blouse that hugged my breasts perfectly and a black pleated skirt so short it barely covered me when I sat. No panties, of course. Elena had started watching me. She thought she was being subtle, but I caught her eyes drifting to my
I Can’t Stop Fantasizing About My Straight Boss’s PussyI had been losing my mind for exactly twenty-nine days. Ever since Elena Voss hired me as her personal secretary, I've stayed soaked at my desk every single morning. She was thirty-one. Tall, with sharp cheekbones and those striking ice-blu
My phone rings on the table beside me.Mom’s name flashes on the screen.Marcus doesn’t stop.He’s got me bent over the table again, cock buried deep in my dripping pussy, fucking me with steady, powerful strokes.“Answer it,” he growls, hand tightening around my throat just enough to make me dizzy







