MasukChapter 1I lie still on top of the silk sheets tangled around my ankles, breathing in the scent of lavender detergent and the stale, lingering smell of Gerald’s cologne. It’s always the same when I wake up alone in this king-sized bed. The space beside me is cool, the pillow already smoothed out where his head used to be. Five years of marriage, and for the last three, this has been the ritual. Gerald comes to bed, kisses my forehead…a dry small peck, and rolls over to sleep before his back even hits the mattress.I stare at the ceiling, tracing the cracks in the plaster with my eyes. My hand drifts under the covers, fingers skimming over the sensitive skin of my stomach. It’s a habit now, as ingrained as brushing my teeth. Every night, while Gerald breathes his rhythmic, sleeping breaths inches away from me, I slip my hand between my thighs. I close my eyes and imagine hands that aren't mine, a mouth that explores with hunger instead of duty. I circle my clit with practiced prec
Chapter 4The weight of Dante’s body presses into me, his breath hot against the back of my neck as his cock twitches one last time inside me, spilling the final drops of his release. My skin prickles everywhere. I’m overstimulated, raw, still humming from the third orgasm he wrung out of me like I was nothing more than a toy built for his pleasure. The blindfold clings damply to my face, the silk sticky with sweat and tears I didn’t even realize had fallen. My wrists ache where he pinned them to the table, my thighs tremble, and between my legs, I can feel him. He's so thick, slick, still half-hard as he pulls out with a slow, deliberate drag that makes my toes curl.A wet, obscene sound fills the air as he slips free, his cum dripping onto the sheet beneath me. I whimper, my body flinching at the loss, at the sudden emptiness, at the way the cool air hits my swollen, well-used pussy. Dante chuckles darkly, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the red marks his grip left on my h
Chapter 3I sob, my nails raking down his arm, but he just laughs, low and cruel, and shoves his fingers deeper. The blindfold is soaked with tears I didn’t even realize I was crying, my body a live wire, oversensitive and starving. He pulls out, and I whine, but then his cock replaces his fingers, the head notching at my entrance, thick and huge.“Please,” I beg, my voice raw. “I can’t—”“You can,” he cuts me off, his hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back. “And you will.”Then he slams into me.The stretch is obscene, burning, my walls clenching around him as he bottoms out with one brutal thrust. I scream, the sound ripped from my lungs, my fingers scrabbling at his wrists, his chest, anywhere I can reach. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He pulls out and hammers back in, his hips snapping against my ass so hard the table skids across the floor. The blindfold is a blessing and a curse, I can’t see him, can’t brace for the next thrust, I can only take it, over and over,
Chapter 2The moment Dante’s tongue seals over my clit, my back arches so hard off the table I nearly knock my skull into his forehead.A broken gasp tears out of me, my fingers clawing at the silk sheets beneath me, but he doesn’t let up, not even for a second. His mouth is a vice, his tongue a whip, lashing me into a frenzy until my thighs are shaking, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. I can hear Kirly’s wet, needy sounds from the other table, the slap of skin on skin, the way her masseuse murmurs filthy encouragement, but right now, none of it matters. There’s only the heat of Dante’s breath, the slick drag of his lips, the way his free hand suddenly grips my hip hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as he devours me like a man starved.Then, just as the pressure coils tight enough to snap, he pulls away.A whine rips from my throat, raw and pathetic, my hips jerking up blindly, chasing his mouth. “No…fuck, please!”Dante chuckles, low and dark, the
Chapter 1Kirly slumps in the chair beside me, her usually immaculate bun half-unraveled, strands of dark hair clinging to the sheen of sweat on her forehead. The spreadsheet on her screen, numbers blurring together in a way that makes my eyes ache just looking at it."Fuck this," she mutters, shoving her keyboard away with enough force that her mouse skitters off the desk. "I can’t stare at another pivot table without losing what’s left of my sanity. We need a break. A real one."I exhale through my nose, the sound somewhere between a laugh and a growl. "Preaching to the choir, babe. My neck’s so tight I swear if I turn my head too fast, my spine’s gonna audibly crack like a glow stick." The knot between my shoulder blades pulses, a dull, insistent throb that’s been building since Monday. It’s Thursday. Three more days of this, and I’ll need a chiropractor…or a exorcist.Kirly’s fingers fly over her phone, thumbs tapping with the urgency of someone defusing a bomb. "There’s this pla
Chapter 5The tip of my cock presses harder against her tight, virgin hole, and I feel her entire body tense like a drawn bowstring. The city lights paint her skin in shifting blues and golds, but it’s the way her breath hitches, that sharp, needy gasp….that tells me everything. She’s scared. She’s desperate. She’s mine.“Relax,” I murmur, my free hand sliding down the curve of her spine, fingers splaying over the small of her back to pin her in place. My other hand stays tangled in her hair, yanking just enough to remind her who’s in control. “You’re gonna take it. Every. Fucking. Inch.” My thumb circles her entrance again, smearing her own slick arousal in slow, deliberate strokes, and she whines, her hips twitching like she’s trying to fuck herself onto me already. Pathetic and beautiful.I don’t give her time to think. My cockhead breaches her with just the slightest pressure, and her entire body locks up, her fingers clawing at the tile, her thighs trembling, her breath coming
Chapter 4I remained kneeling in the front pew, my fingers trembling as I recalled Father Damian’s sermon, each word directed towards me. I could still feel his gaze on me, as he’d spoken of temptation and sin.The scrape of a boot against stone made my spine stiffen. I didn’t need to turn to know
Chapter 2The heavy oak door groaned as I pushed it open. The library was huge, my favourite part of the church.My veil brushed against the cold stone floor as I moved deeper into the dimly lit aisles. The only light came from the stained-glass windows high above.My fingers traced the spines of t
Chapter 7The bathroom was thick with steam, the air heavy with the scent of lavender and vanilla, primal. I had been soaking for nearly twenty minutes; my body, deep inside the water, was up to my collarbone, and the water was just warm enough to ease the tension in my muscles. The door had been
Chapter 4My body was still trembling as I lay sprawled on the bedside, my skin flushed and slick, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the last waves of my orgasm faded. I knew better. I always knew better. But the need had been too much, the memory of Ethan’s hands, his mouth, his cock, too fre







