LOGINBrookes POV It's midnight. The room is dark, only the clock glows. I lie on my bed, frustrated. My pussy aches from the day. No one to fuck me right. I need this. I sit up, grab the cuffs from the drawer. Leather ones with buckles. 'Time to tie myself down,' I mutter. I strip off my shirt and shorts. Naked now, skin prickles in the cool air.I attach one cuff to my left ankle. The metal clicks. I spread my legs wide, reach for the bedpost. My right hand stretches, buckles the cuff around the post. Tight. I do the same for the left ankle on the other post. Legs spread-eagled, ankles locked. I can't close them. My pussy opens up, exposed. 'Locked in place,' I say, testing the pull. Chains rattle.My clit swells already, engorged and pink. I reach down, fingers hover. 'Pinch it hard,' I tell myself. I grab the clit between thumb and finger. Squeeze tight. Pain shoots through me. 'Ah!' I gasp. It throbs, blood rushing in. I twist it slow, feeling the nub harden more. Ju
Quinn’s POV The attic is dim, dust motes floating in the light from the small window. Harper follows me up the stairs, her eyes locked into mine. I close the trapdoor behind us. 'Quinn, what are we doing here ?' she asks, voice soft. I grab a pair of old stockings from a box. 'I want you, Harper. All of you.' She bites her lower lip , nodding. I gently push against the wooden beam. Her shirt is thin, nipples already erected under it.I take her wrists and pull them above her head. 'Hold still.' I wrap the stocking around one wrist, then the other, tying them tight to the beam. The fabric bites into her skin just enough. She tugs, testing it, her arms stretched high. Her chest rises and falls fast. 'Quinn, it's kinda tight,' she whispers. I lean in, my mouth close to her ear. 'That's perfect sexy . Bound for me.' I kiss her neck, feeling her shiver.My hands slide under her shirt, pushing it up. Her breasts popped out, full and soft. Nipples pink and peaked. I pinch o
Victors POVThe office is empty after work.I lock the door and turn to Lena.She's at her desk.her skirt hugging her hips. I walk over, take her arm,and pull her to the boardroom table. 'Over the desk, now,' I say. She bends forward,ass up. I flip her skirt over her waist.Her panties are white lace.I yank them down to her ankles. Her bare bottom is round and firm.With one hand, I pin her wrists behind her back.My other hand comes down hard against her left cheek. The smack echoes.Her skin immediately turns pink. 'Ow, Victor!' she yelps.I spank the right cheek next.just as hard.It stings my palm. She squirms,but I hold her tight. 'Stay still,' I growl. Another smack, left side again.Pink turns red. She moans, legs shaking.I keep spanking.with every successive strike landing on the opposite side. Each hit lands flat,making her ass jiggle. By the tenth, welts rise. Her skin burns under my hand.'It hurts, yet feels good,' she gasps. I spank harder now, concentrating on o
Jade’s povI guide Riley down the dark stairs into the dive club basement.the air thick with smoke and the thump of bass from above.She is wearing a short skirt, tight top, eyes down.”I grab her wrist, pulling her back to the corner where chains hang from a low ceiling and a worn bench lines the wall.Smelling of leather and sweat, the room has just the right scent for what I have in mind.I push her against the bench, ass up ,face down "Stay," I said.”my voice firm.She nods, her legs parting slightly.I circle her,I admire her round ass under the skirt, flip it up, and see black panties.They firmly hold her cheeks.“Feeling nervous?”I ask softly.She bites her lip.“A little. But I want this.”I hook my fingers into the waistband and drag them down to her knees.Her ass is pale, smooth, ready for marks.I reach out and take the flogger from the nearby table; it has heavy leather tails.soft and stinging.I trail the ends over her skin, watching her shiver."Count them," I t
Mia's POVI lock up the door of this old, abandoned house.Running for days because of the zombie outbreak. I find a room with bars on the windows.It looks safe, but then I hear a noise. Zeke stumbles in from the closet.He was bitten last week.His skin is gray and peeling; pus leaks from sores on his arms.He smells of rotten meat and shit.His eyes are milky white.He groans low. I retreat backward, holding my heart because it's pounding. I grab my knife but he's quick.He grabs my arm. His grip is cold and slimy. I scream and slash at him.The knife cuts his shoulder.Black blood oozes out.It stinks like dead fish. He doesn't stop.He slams me against the wall.My head hits hard. Stars flash in my eyes. He rips my shirt open, and the buttons fly.My bra shows. He tears it off. My tits bounce free. Cold air hits my nipples.They harden from fear.Zeke's mouth opens, yellow teeth biting into my neck. Not deep, but it hurts. Saliva drips onto my skin.It burns like acid. I kick his
Sister Grace's POVI am alone in the chapel, and it is long after midnight mass.the candles upon the altar burn low. My habit clings to my bodyIt hides my curves, yet I can feel the burning heat inside me. All these years I have kept my vows, but tonight,I break them. Father Elias is at the altar, arranging the relics - a silver chalice,the small golden cross, the embroidered cloth. He is tall; his black robe outlines his strong body. I look at him,My pussy's already wet with just the thought of what was about to go down .I stepped closer,my shoes soft on the stone floor. 'Father,' I sayLow, my voice is constant.He turns; his eyes find mine. I see shock-and then something else ,lust.I reach up and loosen the ties of my habit, letting the top fall open. My big breasts spill out, full and heavy, nipples hard in the cool air.They are pale, the pink tips pointed at him. His gaze drops to them; his mouth falls slightly open.'Grace, what are you doing?' he asks, not budging. I







