ログインChapter 5: MY HUSBAND PUTS ME ON THE MAIN STAGE WITHOUT A MASK AND LETS THE WHOLE SHOWROOM WATCH HIM RUIN MEI do not sleep.David’s cum is still inside me when I finally drive home in the dark, thighs sticky against the seat, the phantom feel of the cuffs still around my wrists. The house is exactly as I left it. The note I wrote about a headache is still on the counter. I shower until the water runs cold and still feel marked. When I crawl into our bed alone I leave the wedding ring in the dish and stare at the ceiling until the sky starts to lighten.His text arrives at noon.Same time tonight. No mask. No underwear. Wear the skirt again. Park in the same place and walk straight to the main platform. Do not make me come get you.I spend the afternoon in a daze of dread and heat. By the time I pull into the industrial lot my hands are shaking. The black door opens before I knock. The same man from last night looks at my bare face, at the short plaid skirt, at the way I am already br
Chapter 4: MY HUSBAND KEEPS ME CUFFED AND MAKES ME COME UNTIL I CAN’T SPEAKThe wand is still pressed to my clit when the third orgasm finally starts to fade.I am shaking so hard the cuffs rattle against the metal ring. Tears have soaked the edges of the mask. My voice is already wrecked from screaming. David does not turn the wand off. He only eases the pressure enough to keep me twitching on the edge of overstimulation while he looks down at the mess between my thighs—his cum, my slick, the base of the still-vibrating toy still seated inside me.“You’re prettier like this,” he says quietly. “Masked. Cuffed. Dripping. This is the version of you that opened that profile and left the house in a little skirt with nothing underneath.”He pulls the wand away. The sudden absence makes me whimper. He shuts it off and sets it aside, then reaches down and slowly works the curved toy out of my cunt. The wet sound is filthy. A thick trickle of cum follows it onto the leather. He leaves the sma
Chapter 3: MY HUSBAND TAKES ME INTO THE PRIVATE ROOM AND USES ME LIKE ONE OF HIS WHORESThe private room is smaller than I expected.Dark walls. A wide leather couch. A low table with a black box already waiting on it. One mirrored wall. Soft light that makes everything look expensive and dirty at the same time. David closes the door behind us and locks it. The sound of the main showroom becomes a distant, muffled pulse.He points to the couch.“Clothes off. Mask stays. On your back. Legs open.”My hands are unsteady when I strip. The plaid skirt, the white blouse, the knee socks—everything lands in a small pile. I leave the black lace mask exactly where it is. When I lie back on the cool leather and spread my thighs, his cum is still wet on my skin. He stands between my knees and looks down at me for a long moment, eyes moving over every exposed inch like he is inspecting inventory.“You came here thinking you were anonymous,” he says quietly. “You put on a mask and a little costume
Chapter 2: MY HUSBAND WATCHES ANOTHER MAN EAT MY CUNT ON THE HOOD OF A CAR AND THEN TAKES HIS TURNDavid’s shoes stop right beside my head.I keep my eyes closed behind the mask. My thighs are still spread. Mr. Cole’s mouth is still wet against me, two fingers still buried inside, the orgasm he almost gave me still trembling just under the surface. The short plaid skirt is shoved up to my waist. The white blouse is open enough that the tops of my tits spill out. I look exactly like what I am right now—a masked whore on the main stage of an underground showroom.Mr. Cole lifts his head just enough to speak.“She’s close. You want the next one or you just watching tonight?”David’s voice comes from directly above me, low and rough in a way I have not heard in months.“I’ll take the next one. Finish what you started first. I want to see her come on your tongue.”The words hit harder than any touch.Mr. Cole goes back down without another word. His tongue flattens over my clit and rubs in
MY HUSBAND’S PUBLIC SHOWROOMChapter 1: I OPEN AN ESCORT PROFILE BECAUSE MY HUSBAND NEVER TOUCHES ME ANYMOREThe house is quiet again.I set two places at the table out of habit even though I already know the second one will stay empty. The pasta has gone cold. The candle I lit an hour ago has burned down to a stub. My phone shows the same message he sent at six-thirty.Late night at the showroom. Don’t wait up.I have been hearing that sentence for eleven months.David sells high-end cars. At least that is what he has always told me. The hours started stretching after he became floor manager, then longer when he started handling private clients. Now he comes home after midnight smelling like leather and expensive cologne, kisses the side of my head, and falls asleep before I can even try to climb on top of him. When I reach for him in the dark he mumbles that he is exhausted. When I wear the lace he used to like, he smiles tiredly and tells me I look beautiful before turning over.I
Chapter 4: I WAKE UP WITH PERFECT GRADES AND LET MY JIE JIE FINISH WHAT SHE STARTEDThe grade portal updates at 6:14 a.m.I am still in Elena’s bed when the notification lights up my phone. She brought me home last night, cleaned me in the upstairs bathroom of the faculty house, then walked me through the dark streets with her arm around my waist like I might break. I fell asleep in her room because she told me to. The plug is gone. The mask is on her nightstand. My body is sore in places I did not know could be sore.I open the app with shaking fingers.Microeconomics midterm: A. Statistics midterm: A. The red “failing” flags are gone. Both courses now show a clean, protected trajectory toward the end of the semester.Elena is already awake, watching me over the rim of a coffee cup. She does not look surprised.“I told you,” she says softly. “The exchange works.”I stare at the screen until the numbers blur. Relief and nausea and a low, residual heat twist together in my stomach. The
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
CHAPTER 1I’m trying so hard to be good.Mom left for her business trip this morning, kissing my forehead and telling me to behave while she’s gone for the whole week. She has no idea that the moment her car pulled out of the driveway, my mind went straight to the forbidden place it always does.My







