LOGINLENA'S POVI couldn't form words anymore.My mind had dissolved into a white-hot void of pure sensation, my body nothing more than a vessel for the pleasure he was ripping from me in relentless waves.I could only watch, my vision blurred with unshed tears, as his hand reached for the rose again."Turn over, baby," he commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers racing down my spine.My limbs felt foreign—heavy, uncooperative, as if they belonged to someone else. I tried to move, but my body refused to obey.He didn't wait for compliance.His hands gripped my hips, firm and unyielding, and he rolled me onto my stomach with effortless control."Up," he said, his palm landing with a sharp smack against my ass. "Ass up. Now."I whimpered, but I obeyed—or tried to. I pushed myself onto my knees, my face pressing into the pillow as I arched my back for him, offering myself up. My ass rose in the air, my chest flat against the mattress, the position leaving me completely exposed, utte
Tarzan kissed her again—tasting the salt of her tears as he swallowed her whimpers.When he pulled back, he whispered against her lips."We're just getting started. I told you, baby. I'm going to punish you properly."He shifted down her body, settling between her thighs.Lena couldn't even protest, too wasted to argue. Her limbs felt like lead, her mind a hazy blur of sensation and surrender.She was still slick and sensitive, her folds glistening in the dim light. Tarzan pressed a kiss to her sensitive nectar, then dragged his tongue through her—just once, tasting her. She whimpered at the contact, her hips twitching."Now," he murmured, "let me get this in you."He positioned the vibrator at her entrance, the silicone tip cool against her heat. Slowly, inch by inch, he slid it inside her. Lena gasped as her walls clenched around it instinctively, gripping the intrusion.He pushed until it was seated deep, the curved base resting against her pubic bone."There," he said, his voice t
Before Lena could recover, Tarzan hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties.Slowly, torturously, he slid them down her legs.Her skin flushed under the searing heat of his stare."Look at you," he said, almost reverently. "All this, just for me.""Stop staring at it," she breathed, her voice hot and strained."Hmmm? I can't help it, you know."He smirked, shifting comfortably to kneel between her legs, settling in for a full view and complete control."Now, let's do this again. With nothing in between.""Wait!" Lena cried out.He paused. "Hmmm?""Can you lower the speed a little? It's too much. My head is going to blow off.""Poor Lena... Didn't I tell you? This is punishment. Who says you get to decide?"Without another word, he pressed the toy gently against her clit.Lena's eyes flew wide as tears of sweet, sharp pleasure blurred her vision. The suction sealed around her, and the vibration kicked up a notch with a deep, rumbling effect."Nghhhh! Tarzaaaaaan!!"Her back a
Tarzan picked up the vibrator, turning it over in his hands with the solemn concentration of a man defusing a bomb.There was a small switch on the side and a single button near the base. He pressed it tentatively. Nothing. He frowned and tried again. Still nothing."Hold on," he muttered, twisting it this way and that. "There must be—"He fumbled with it for another moment, brow furrowed, tongue poking the corner of his lips in deep focus.Lena couldn't help the giggle that escaped her. "Having trouble, big guy?"He shot her a look.She laughed. "Maybe I should take a look—""No," he said firmly, holding it just out of her reach. "I've got this. I can figure out a simple—"He pressed a different spot, and suddenly the device purred to life. Tarzan's eyes widened. Lena's breath caught."Ah," he said, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face. "There we go."He looked at her then, his gaze dark and gleaming. "Now, baby... let's see just how effective this thing really is."Lena
“You are scaring me!” she cried with face flushed.Tarzan’s lips twitched, but the strict look in his eyes never faltered.“It’s too late to cry, Lena.”He leaned forward, his broad chest pressing against her, trapping her beneath his shadow.“The book was awesome,” he murmured, his voice softening. “I liked what I saw. It gave me ideas.”Lena raised a brow. “Ideas?”He nodded slowly, his eyes darkening. “About how to take care of you. About how to make you feel good.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And about how to remind you that you’re precious to me.”She melted slightly at his words, her defenses crumbling. “Really?”He nodded.“But that doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “I said I was going to punish you. I meant it. I wanted to kiss you and you pulled away. Do you know how hurtful that was?”Lena’s breath hitched. Her eyes flicked between his intense gaze and the innocent-looking toys lying on the silk. A shiver ran dow
Tarzan pulled back just enough to hold her gaze, his dark eyes glinting with a heat that made her stomach flip.A slow, wicked smile curved his lips as he eased off the bed.“Don’t move,” he commanded softly, though an edge in his voice made her breath catch.Lena watched him cross to the corner of the room. Her heart hammered against her ribs, anticipation coiling low in her belly. The red bedroom light flickered across his broad back, casting dancing shadows over the ridges of his spine.He finally returned to her, a small ribbon-tied box in his hands. The sight of it made her brow furrow in both curiosity and confusion.“What’s that?” she asked, sitting up slightly, her hair tumbling over her shoulders.Tarzan climbed back onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he knelt beside her. He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he slowly opened the box, revealing its contents.Inside, nestled beautifully on pink silk, lay three objects. The first was a small pink tube—silicon
MITCH'S POV I was staring at the TV replaying highlights of the match we’d lost 3-1 with bottles on the table in front of me. I cracked open another one, trying to flush down the frustration inside my chest. My childhood friend Jake walked in from the kitchen, towel over his shoulder, and rai
I forced myself up and walked back into the bedroom Mitch and I had shared for three years of our marriage. I hadn’t slept in that bed for over two years now. Not since I left it. Every morning, he used to wake me up to complain about my snoring. I apologized. Then… I started staying awake
I met Mitch fifteen years ago at a coffee shop. I was sixteen, working as a store assistant and trying to look like I had my life together. I still remember what I wore that day. A faded white sundress scattered with tiny yellow flowers. Sandals laced around my ankles. Mitch was standing in
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste







