Se connecterChapter 5 Wife’s PovThe words hang in the air like a threat sentence. "My turn." My designer trousers are already damp, my pussy throbbing with a sick, twisted need that makes my stomach clench. I look at Marcus. He looks so pathetic, trembling, his cock limp against his thigh and then at Kayla, smirking on the bed like she's won something."You think this is a game?" I snarl, stepping forward until my heels press into the discarded silk of Kayla's robe. "You think you can fuck my husband in our bed….well, not our bed, but still. and just walk away?" My hand shoots out, grabbing Kayla's throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes widen. "On your knees. Now."Kayla's smirk falters for a second, but she complies, sliding off the bed onto the hardwood floor. Good. I like that she knows when to submit. Marcus tries to shrink away, but I grab his hair, yanking his head back. "And you, you don't get to move. You're going to be my little toy tonight. My weapon."I shove Marcus towar
Chapter 4He whimpers, trying to cover himself, but I slap his hands away.“See this, Eleanor?” I wrap my fingers around his shaft and stroke him slowly, base to tip. Marcus moans loud, hips jerking up into my fist. “This is what he turns into for me. A desperate, leaking slut who’ll ruin his whole life just to get fucked.”Eleanor’s tongue darts out, wetting her lips. Her eyes are locked on his cock as I pump him. “He’s never… never like this with me.”“Because you don’t know how to break him,” I say, voice dripping with mock sympathy. I climb onto the bed and straddle Marcus’s hips, rubbing my soaked pussy along his length. “He doesn’t want gentle. He wants to be used. Ruined. He wants to cry.”Marcus’s hands fly to my thighs, gripping hard. “Kayla… fuck…”I sink down onto him in one long, smooth motion, taking every inch. We both groan…loud, raw, filthy. He stretches me perfectly, still slick from before. I start riding him hard, rolling my hips in deep, punishing circles.“Look a
Chapter 3The phone buzzes again on the nightstand in my bedroom. Marcus is still curled up on my sheets like a broken man, his skin shiny with sweat, tear tracks streaking his flushed cheeks. Our mixed juices glisten on his softening cock and thighs. He looks wrecked. Beautifully wrecked though.“Look at you,” I purr, dragging my nails lightly over the damp sheets beside his hip. “All shaky and pathetic. Your wife is blowing up your phone, Marcus. Want me to read her text out loud?”He buries his face deeper into the pillow, voice muffled and desperate. “No… Kayla, please. Just let me”I snatch the phone anyway, swiping it open with a wicked little smile. Eleanor’s message hits like a slap: “I’m coming over. Don’t you dare leave.”A slow, hungry grin spreads across my face. “Oh, honey. The queen herself is on her way. Better clean up quick. Wouldn’t want her seeing what a filthy mess you’ve made of yourself… and my bed.”Marcus’s eyes go wide with fresh panic. He starts to scramble
Chapter 2The phone buzzes sharply again on the nightstand, slicing through the heavy, sex-soaked silence. Marcus goes rigid under me, his spent cock still buried deep inside my pussy, twitching with the aftershocks. His eyes snap to the screen again and it’s Eleanor’s name of course…glowing in the dark. Sweat beads fresh on his forehead, and I feel his heart hammering against my palm where it rests on his chest.I smile, slow and wicked, tracing lazy circles on his skin with my nails. “You gonna get that, Professor?” I purr against his neck, my voice still husky from coming so hard. “Or should I?”He shakes his head fast, Adam’s apple bobbing. “Kayla, no please don’t!”Too late. I slide off him deliberately, letting his cum drip warm and sticky down my inner thighs. The silk robe slips open completely as I stand, cool air kissing my naked skin. I stretch my back arching, tits pushing forward while he watches, helpless while the phone keeps buzzing.I snatch it up and answer, lock
Chapter 1My phone buzzes on the glass coffee table, and I already know it’s Marcus before I even look. Professor Reed. He’s like clockwork…. He texts every hour when he’s not here, practically panting for attention like a dog who knows his place at my feet.The place smells like jasmine and those fancy vanilla candles he spoils me with. The ones from that little boutique downtown. Last week he dropped almost 1000 bucks on three of them and this silk robe that’s barely been worn. It’s hanging off my desk chair right now.I stretch out on my velvet sofa, letting my cropped t-shirt ride up, cool air brushing over the curve of my belly. The phone lights up again. Two messages this time.“Can I see you tonight?” “I miss you.”I let my thumb hover over the screen, smiling to myself. I could drag this out, make him sweat a little longer. But rent’s due in three days and that new designer drop is calling my name. I type back slow and teasing.“Transfer me $500 and you can come over. Brin
Chapter 4The head of his cock is right there, hot and heavy against my lips. I can taste the salty precum already leaking from the tip, that thick musky smell of him filling my nose. My mouth waters even though my jaw still aches from before. I flick my tongue out, licking slow across the swollen head, and he hisses through his teeth, fingers tightening in my hair.I open wider and take him in, sliding my lips down his shaft. He’s so fucking thick, stretching my mouth wide, veins pulsing against my tongue. I bob my head, trying to take more, spit already dripping down my chin. My hands grab his thighs for balance, nails digging in as I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks.“Fuck… yeah, just like that,” he groans, voice all rough and low. His hips start rocking, pushing deeper. I gag when he hits the back of my throat but I don’t pull away. I want this. I want to earn it so bad my pussy’s throbbing.He fucks my face for a minute, short thrusts that make wet, filthy noises echo in the ro
Chapter 2I was still lying down, sprawled across the worn couch, my dark hair fanned out on it, my skin flushed with the heat of anticipation.My thighs were already slick with more arousal, tremblin
Chapter 1My heels click against the cold marble floor, each step echoing in the wide, high-ceilinged studio. The walls are lined with canvases…. bodies in motion, flesh rendered in bold strokes of crimson and gold, limbs tangled in ecstasy. Some faces are blurred, others sharply defined, but all
Chapter 4The servants barely look me in the eye while they prepare me. Maybe they’re afraid they’ll see the truth… how close I am to shattering.They lace my gown until the breath leaves my chest, until I feel more like a doll than a woman. Someone pins my hair into an intricate crown of braids. S
Chapter 2 “Putain,” he cursed under his breath, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of my glistening, swollen, his. His thumb pressed against my clit, circling slowly, and my hips jerked, a broken cry spilling from my lips. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured, his voice a dark care







