We do not speak as the elevator glides downward to the parking level. The silence stretches between us, thick and charged. My legs are shaking so badly I can barely remain upright. My panties are in his pocket, soaked and stolen. His scent clings to my skin. I can smell him every time I move. I do not want to wash it off.When the elevator doors open, he steps out first. He grips my hand tightly, as if he’s making sure I do not run. I follow him without hesitation. The lights of his car flash in the far corner of the private garage. It is low, black, sharp, and menacing. It suits him perfectly.He opens the passenger door for me, and I lower myself into the warm leather seat. The air inside the car smells like him. My thighs press together involuntarily. I am still raw, still throbbing from what he just did to me. He did not ask. He just took, and I let him. No, I begged him.He gets in and slams the driver’s door. The sound echoes across the garage with finality.“She’s not going to
Punish Me in red (2)"What did you say?" He asks. His hand still rests on my thigh, warm and heavy, when I whisper, “Next time, maybe I’ll wear nothing at all.”The corner of his mouth curves, but it’s not amusement that flashes in his eyes. It’s something darker and sharper.He doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t kiss me.Instead, he studies my face as if I’ve said something dangerous.“You think this is a game?” he asks quietly.I blink. “I didn’t mean—”He cuts me off with a finger pressed gently to my lips.“I know exactly what you meant,” he murmurs. “And that’s why we have a problem.”I swallow hard. “What kind of problem?”He rises from the couch in one smooth movement, and the sudden absence of his touch makes my skin feel cold. He walks across the room and picks up something from the side table. When he turns back to face me, my stomach flips.It’s my phone.It's Unlocked and open.The screen displays our thread of messages—but that’s not what has his attention.There’s a photo on the sc
Disclaimer:This story contains themes of BDSM, including dominance, submission, and elements of consensual non-consent. Reader discretion is advised. Please skip if you may find such content triggering.~~~~~~~I should’ve known better than to wear the red dress.He warned me, three days ago. He had sent a short and cold in a message that didn’t even bother with softness:"Do not wear red."That was it. No explanation. No emoji. Just a full stop that landed like a threat.So naturally, I wore it.Not because I wanted to test him. Not exactly. But because I needed to remind him, and myself, that I could. That I still had sharpness beneath the submission. That I wasn’t just a pet waiting to be leashed.Now I’m standing in his apartment, red silk clinging to my skin like a dare. The door opened without a word. There was no greeting and no warmth.Just him, standing by the door as he watches me in silence.He doesn’t kiss me. Neither does he speak.After a few minutes, he steps aside and
A Blowjob For The Driver (5)Jed stared at his reflection in the mirror, jaw clenched, chest rising with each breath. His voice cut through the charged silence like a confession.“I want that cóck inside me.”The words hung in the air. No hesitation. No shame. Just need.Cordon sat on the edge of the bed, still catching his breath from the earlier tease. His legs were weak, his briefs soaked through with arousal. He glanced at his phone and smirked. “We’ve got some time.”Jed stood, peeled off the last piece of clothing clinging to his hips, and climbed onto the bed on all fours. The mirror beside the bed gave him a full view of the man behind him. He hadn't even taken them off yet. The sight made Jed's hole twitch with anticipation.Cordon stroked himself slowly, fingers wrapping around the slick, heavy shaft until the head glistened. Jed moaned when he felt the slap. Cordon continued to land firm, teasing smacks against his ass cheeks. His eyes flicked to the mirror, watching as the
A Blowjob For The Driver (4)Jed did not need to say it out loud. The second his hand moved between Cordon’s legs and brushed the growing bulge in his underwear, the air between them shifted."You don’t have to be gày to enjoy a good blówjób," Jed murmured, his fingers stroking gently. The pulse against his palm was unmistakable. Cordon’s cóck was swelling, eager and heavy.“It’s clear your cóck wants it,” Jed added.Cordon’s breath hitched. He didn’t move away. He just looked down, his brown eyes locked on Jed’s face, lips parted. Slowly, he opened his robe without a word. The green briefs hugged his thick shaft, but it was clear the fabric was losing the fight.Jed dropped to his knees, eyes fixed on the outline. He slid his fingers under the waistband and tugged it down carefully. The shaft was stuck, thick and flushed. He guided it out, letting the waistband sit beneath Cordon’s hairy balls. The long cóck swung free, heavy and proud, the foreskin covering the tip like it was teasi
A Blowjob For The Driver (3)Jed should have known better than to invite temptation into his living room, but there Cordon was, sitting on the couch in nothing but one of Jed’s robes, talking about gym gear like it wasn’t driving Jed insane.“We talked about fitness, work, and how much we hate meetings,” Jed said, his voice low and amused. “But I gotta admit, I didn’t expect you to be into Legionwear.”Cordon glanced at the unopened black-and-gold box beside them, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Legionwear?” he said. “You mean that luxury line with all the mythological stuff?”Jed nodded and reached for the box. “Yeah. Their latest drop is the Roman collection. I just got it today.”Cordon leaned in, eyes lighting up. “No shít. That’s the one with the gold briefs, right? A guy at my gym mentioned them. Said they made him feel like a god in the locker room.”Jed smiled and peeled open the box. “They’re worth it. A little expensive, but the material’s insane.”“Can I see them?” Cordo