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He treated me like his own.
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His Dirty Little Secret Fuck, that's hot, sub.
Cassidy's POV Mom's lips pursed, setting her smoothie down with a clink. "How quaint. Mergers are Dante's domain—the real world, not classroom theories. But good you're trying, dear. Just don't let it distract from... priorities. Like that gym membership I got you—your figure could use some toning if you're going to those uni parties." Her eyes narrowed, the fake concern masking the barb, and another "nudge" came, her foot kicking mine harder under the pretense of crossing her legs. I winced inwardly, the bruise from yesterday's dinner already forming a companion. Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the counter—a text from Dante lighting up the screen (thank God I'd set it to silent previews). I glanced discreetly: "Morning, sub. Dreaming of collaring you tomorrow? Send proof you're following rules—no panties today. Pic from the bathroom before class. Make it sexy." Heat flushed my cheeks instantly, and I shifted on the stool, realizing I'd unconsciously skipped them again,
His Dirty Little Secret You're a mess.
Cassidy’s POV The morning after Dante's pre-dawn exit blurred into a haze of lingering ecstasy and subtle aches, my body a living map of our secrets. I woke to the sun streaming through the gauzy curtains, brighter than yesterday, casting golden patterns on the rumpled sheets still scented with his musk—sweat, cologne, and the raw, intoxicating essence of us mingled together. My thighs stuck together slightly from the remnants of our final release, a sticky reminder of how he'd filled me during that frantic ride atop him, my hips grinding down as he commanded, "Faster, sub—show me how desperate you are." The memory sent a fresh pulse of heat between my legs, my core clenching involuntarily, but I pushed it down with a deep breath—another day of facades awaited, and I couldn't afford to start it by breaking his no-coming-without-permission rule.The clock on my nightstand glowed 7:30 AM, later than my usual rise, but the exhaustion from back-to-back nights of intense submission had p
His Dirty Little Secret Fuck, Cass—still dripping from earlier?
Cassidy’s POV Heart hammering in my chest, I hesitated for a split second, the rational part of me screaming about the risks—Victor in his study just down the hall, Mom's errands could bring her back any minute, the pantry door not even locked. But the submissive fire Dante had ignited last night roared louder, drowning out caution. My body craved his command, the thrill of danger amplifying every nerve. "Yes, Sir," I whispered breathlessly, turning to face the shelves lined with cans and spices, my hands gripping the wooden edge at shoulder height. The position arched my back slightly, presenting my ass to him like an invitation, my yoga pants stretched taut over the curves he'd spanked red just hours ago. "Good girl," he murmured approvingly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. His hands were on me instantly, one sliding up under my sweater to palm my breast roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to draw a muffled gasp. The other yanked my pants and pantie
His Dirty Little Secret He treated me like his own.
Cassidy’s POV The first hints of dawn filtered through the gauzy curtains of my bedroom window, casting a soft, rosy glow across the rumpled sheets. I stirred slowly, my body aching in the most delicious ways—a symphony of soreness from the night's indulgences. My wrists bore faint pink marks from the silk restraints, a secret badge hidden under long sleeves for the day ahead. Between my thighs, a lingering tenderness pulsed, a reminder of Dante's relentless claims: the deep thrusts, the spanks that had turned my skin flushed and sensitive, the way he'd filled me over and over until I was boneless and begging. I shifted under the covers, feeling the sticky remnants of our passion, and a lazy smile curved my lips despite the exhaustion weighing on my eyelids. God, last night had been everything—dominance wrapped in love, submission that empowered rather than diminished. Calling him "Sir," kneeling for him, earning my rewards... it was addictive, a escape from the mansion's suffocati
His Dirty Little Secret Like this, Sir?
Cassidy’s POV ."Deal," he growled, rolling me under him again, already hardening. "But first, round two—on your knees, hands behind your back. Show me how much you crave it." I obeyed without hesitation, the command in his voice sending a fresh shiver of submission through me. Sliding off the bed, I dropped to my knees on the plush carpet, the fibers soft against my skin but doing nothing to quell the ache building anew between my thighs. My hands clasped behind my back as instructed, wrists crossing naturally, the position thrusting my breasts forward like an offering. I looked up at him through my lashes, my lips parted in anticipation, heart pounding with the thrill of surrender. "Like this, Sir?" I asked, my voice husky and eager, craving his approval. Dante stood before me, towering and commanding, his length already semi-hard again, glistening from our earlier release. He stepped closer, one hand tangling in my hair to tilt my head back, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.
His Dirty Little Secret spread your legs for me.
Cassidy's POV My heart raced with a mix of nerves and excitement as I obeyed, stretching my arms toward the headboard. He looped the silk around my wrists, tying them securely but not too tight—enough to restrain, but with room to tug if needed. The fabric was cool and smooth against my skin, the vulnerability of being bound sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. "Safe word?" he asked, his voice softening for a moment, checking in like always. "Red," I whispered, our agreed signal, though I'd never used it. He nodded, kissing my bound wrists. "Good. Now, spread your legs for me. Wide." I complied, parting my thighs, exposing myself fully to him. He positioned himself between them, his hard length brushing against my entrance teasingly. "Eyes on me," he commanded, and I locked gazes with him, lost in the intensity as he entered me slowly, savoring every inch stretching me full. Our shared groan filled the room, low and primal. "God, you feel perfect. Tight, wet, all mine," h
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