That night, neither of them slept. And when the sun rose, golden and hot on their tangled sheets, both Keon and Sariah woke up aching, soaked, and already a little scared of what came next. But neither of them said a word. They just packed what Dr. Vale told them to.
They arrived separately.
That was Dr. Vale’s final command.
No kisses. No holding hands. No stolen glances.
Just silence. Distance. Obedience.
Sariah didn’t ask where they were. She didn’t need to.
Her coat was removed the moment she walked in. Her wrists were bound next.
Then came the blindfold—silk, tight, and total. The world disappeared.
She was guided onto a plush surface—pillows, warm, low to the ground.
Her legs were lifted, parted. Ankles strapped to the sides.
Wide open. Vulnerable. Dripping already.
She didn’t know who was watching. Or who was coming.
But she ached.
Across the room, Keon sat naked, arms strapped to a chair, his cock already swollen and leaking.
He couldn’t see anything. Just the candlelight flickering through the blindfold, and the echo of Sariah’s breath across the room.
“Where is she?” he asked.
Dr. Vale circled behind him, heels clicking, voice like a whip coated in honey.
“She’s here. Wet. Tied. Waiting to be fucked.”
Keon twitched.
“Is she okay?”
“She’s about to be better than okay.”
Then she turned toward Sariah and said, “Tonight, you don’t think. You feel.”
Sariah whimpered when someone brushed their fingers over her pussy.
The touch was warm, slow, teasing. A thumb pressed against her clit in lazy circles.
“F-fuck…” she gasped, hips shifting.
Her nipples hardened. Her throat caught.
“Don’t talk,” Dr. Vale whispered beside her ear. “Just moan.”
Another hand cupped her thigh. Spread her wider. A cock brushed her entrance—thick, hot, leaking. It nudged against her folds but didn’t push in yet.
Then… a voice.
Low. Familiar. Desperate.
Keon.
Only she didn’t know it yet.
Keon’s whole body shivered.
She was wet. So wet he thought he might cum just from the way her pussy hugged his cockhead when he rubbed against it.
“Don’t ask questions,” Dr. Vale whispered. “Just fuck her.”
He obeyed.
He lined up.
And pushed in.
Sariah screamed into the silence.
That stretch. That fill. That cock.
Her body knew it.
He bottomed out in one long, deep thrust that kissed her cervix and made her shake.
She opened her mouth to speak—to say his name
But something was slid between her lips. A soft gag. Silken. Warm.
“Shh, toy,” Dr. Vale whispered. “He doesn’t belong to you yet.”
Keon was sweating.
Her pussy was tight. Slick. Soaked. It squeezed him with every slow thrust like she never wanted to let him go.
He started to fuck her.
Slow.
Then faster.
The sound of wet skin slapping filled the room.
He grunted, fighting to hold back. Her moans were muffled. Her body writhed against the restraints.
He grabbed her hips, thrusting hard now, filthy and raw, until his balls smacked her ass with every stroke.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel so fucking good”
Dr. Vale sat at the edge of the bed, her hand trailing over Sariah’s thigh.
“You don’t even know who’s fucking you,” she whispered to her.
“But your body loves it.”
She leaned in. “Does it feel dangerous, baby? Not knowing who’s filling your tight little cunt?”
Sariah’s whole body shook.
Then Dr. Vale reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit in rough, soaking circles while Keon kept pounding into her.
“You’re gonna cum on a stranger’s cock, sweetheart.”
She did.
Her body arched. Her cunt clenched hard.
Keon shouted—he could feel her walls squeeze him, pulsing in waves as her juices soaked his cock.
“Holy fuck” he gasped, losing rhythm.
He tried to pull out. He wanted to ask. He needed to see
But Dr. Vale snapped: “Stay inside her. Breed her. Don’t stop until she’s ruined.”
He flipped her.
Fucked her from behind.
Grabbed her hair.
Pressed her face into the pillows.
She was loud now. Gag discarded. Moaning. Whimpering. Taking every inch.
Keon leaned over her back, whispering, “You feel so good, baby. I’ve missed this pussy—”
Her whole body froze.
“…Keon?”
He stopped. Froze too.
“…Sariah?”
They tore off the blindfolds.
Eyes locked.
“Holy shit.”
He was inside her.
She was spread open, covered in sweat, creamy slick running down her thighs.
They stared.
Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and dragged him back in.
“Don’t stop,” she hissed. “Not now. Not after all this.”
They kissed.
Sloppy. Brutal. Tongue and spit.
She sucked his bottom lip while grinding her pussy down onto his cock, riding him like she’d been starving.
“Fuck me harder,” she begged. “Make me yours again.”
He grabbed her ass and slammed her down, again and again, bouncing her on his cock until she screamed.
“I’m gonna cum—fuck—I’m”
Her pussy clamped. She squirted, soaking his cock, her thighs, the sheets.
Keon roared.
He pulled out, stroked once, twice
And came.
Hot. Thick. Everywhere.
Across her tits. Her belly. Her cheek.
One last spurt shot onto her tongue. She licked it clean.
They collapsed.
Breathing heavy. Shaking. Wrapped around each other in the filthiest, purest thing they’d ever shared.
Dr. Vale walked over, crouched, and ran a finger through the mess between Sariah’s thighs.
“You came so fucking hard for him,” she murmured.
Sariah didn’t deny it.
Keon cupped her face, whispering, “You’re mine.”
She kissed him.
“I never stopped being yours.”
Dr. Vale watched, licking her lips.
“You’re ready,” she whispered.
Sariah blinked.
“For what?”
Dr. Vale smirked.
“To go home.”
The light above them dimmed.
Somewhere behind the curtains, another couple was being led in.
But their story was done.
And their fucking?
Had just begun.
The next morning, Juliette Marlowe was late.Her thighs were sore.Her dress clung to skin still stained by storm water and sex.Her nipples brushed the inside of her bra like they still belonged to his mouth.She tried to hide it.Pulled her hair up. Smoothed the skirt.Pretended she hadn’t been on all fours the night before—cum leaking from her ass as she thanked him with her mouth.But when she slipped into the studio ten minutes late, breathless and quiet, one of the other girls turned and smirked.“You look like you got dragged through the forest.”Juliette froze.A few students laughed.She stared down, cheeks flushed red, chest tight“Miss Marlowe,” Wolfe’s voice cut through the room like glass.The room went still.She looked up. Slowly.“Did you sleep through your alarm,” he said, “or were you wandering around wet again?”Her breath caught.His tone was calm. Cool. But that word—wet. He knew what it would do.She nodded weakly. “I—I’m sorry, Chancellor.”He set his pen down.
Juliette Marlowe had never been on a plane before.Now she was on a tour bus in a foreign country, her thighs pressed together, her pulse skipping like wet paint, and her sketchbook trembling in her lap.Twenty university art students were on their way to an elite five-day exhibition program in the countryside—private villas, ancient ruins, and a rare chance to create and study in luxury.She couldn’t concentrate on the rolling hills or the dark green blur of the passing landscape.Because Chancellor Wolfe was sitting five rows ahead of her.Chancellor Elias Wolfe.Head of the university.Master of control.And her quietest, filthiest obsession.He wasn’t just their Chancellor. He was their elite art professor too.Sharp jaw. Thick lashes. That dark voice that could make charcoal smudge.He hadn’t even looked at her.But he didn’t have to.Juliette had drawn him so many times—his hands, his mouth, the way he held a piece of chalk.She wanted to feel those hands around her throat.She
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