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NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) Secret Job And A Secret Admirer Pt6
Chapter 6I’m on my back again, my legs spread wide, a woman’s mouth sealed over my cunt while a man fucks my throat. The Client watches, stroking himself, his eyes dark with approval. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Such a good little whore for us.” The praise sends another wave of heat through me, and I come with a choked cry, my hips bucking against the woman’s face.She doesn’t stop. None of them do.At some point, I’m on all fours, my dress nothing more than a scrap of fabric around my waist. The Client is behind me, his cock buried in my cunt, his hand fisted in my hair. “You like being used, don’t you?” he growls, his thrusts punishing. “You crave it.”“Yes,” I sob, because it’s true. I do. I need it.He pulls out suddenly, leaving me empty, and I whimper at the loss. But then he’s dragging me across the room, my knees scraping against the floor. A low table sits in the center, draped in black silk. On it, a woman lies on her back, her body naked and glistening, her wrists bound a
NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) Secret Job And A Secret Admirer Pt5
Chapter 5The Client’s fingers tighten in my hair, yanking my head back so hard my spine arches like a bowstring. His breath is hot against my ear, his voice a blade wrapped in velvet. “You think you’ve been used before, mon chaton? Tonight, you’ll learn what it really means to be shared.” His free hand slides down my throat, over my collarbone, then grips my breast hard enough to make me gasp. mHis friends stand in a circle, their masks gleaming under the low lights, they look like they’re ready to feast on me. I can smell the leather of their gloves even the whiskey on their breath.I should be terrified. I should be.Instead, my cunt clenches, empty and aching.The Client chuckles, low and knowing, as if he can hear the traitorous pulse between my legs. “Good girl,” he murmurs, then shoves me forward onto my hands. My palms slap against the cold marble floor, amd before I can steady myself, a hand, not his, grips my hip, fingers digging into the bruises already blooming there. A
NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) Secret Job And A Secret Admirer Pt4
Chapter 4The inside is worse.. or better, depending on how you look at it. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and cigar smoke, the murmur of voices low and hushed, like a church where the congregation prays to different gods. The walls are lined with red velvet, the lighting dim, casting everything in a sultry glow. Everyone had masks on, feathers, lace, leather, gold. Some cover half the face. Others, like mine, leave only the eyes.I climb the stairs, my heels clicking against the marble, each step sending a fresh wave of anticipation through me. The second floor is worse. Couples pressed into alcoves, touching each other kissing. A woman in a silver mask is on her knees in front of a man in a Venetian plague doctor’s mask, her fingers twisting in his trousers. No one looks up as I pass. No one cares.The third floor is quieter. The door at the end of the hall is carved with orchids, their petals black as ink. My fingers tremble as I reach for the knob.It’s unlocked.Ins
NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) Secret Job And A Secret Admirer Pt3
Chapter 3The first thing I notice is the light, It’s soft and golden, spilling through sheer curtains tracing the curve of my hip where the sheet has slipped away. My body aches in the best way, the kind of deep, satisfied soreness that lingers after a night of being thoroughly used. The scent of him is still here tooI stretch, arching my back off the mattress, and the movement sends a slow pulse of pleasure between my thighs. My fingers drift there instinctively, pressing against the swollen flesh, still sensitive from last night. The sheets are a tangled mess around my legs, damp in places where sweat and something thicker dried hours ago.Then I see it.A single envelope rests on the nightstand, propped against the base of a lamp. The paper is thick, cream-colored, the kind that doesn’t bend unless you mean it to. My name is written across the front in ink so dark it’s almost black.I sit up, letting the sheet fall away completely, my bare breasts catching the morning light as
NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) Secret Job And A Secret Admirer Pt2
Chapter 2I stand at the center of the auction stage, my hips swaying just enough to make the black lace cling to my skin, the fabric so sheer it might as well not even wear anything. My fingers trace the edge of the glass in my hand, the ice inside clinking softly, Tonight’s crowd is bigger than usual. Men in tailored suits lean forward in their booths, their gazes hot and hungry, while a few women lounge on chaise lounges, their lips curled in amusement as they sip champagne. Then he walks in.I don’t see him at first. I feel him, the way the air shifts, the way the murmurs in the go a little bit quiet, My fingers tighten around the glass. When I finally let my gaze drift toward the back of the room, there he is, leaning against the wall near the private entrance, his broad shoulders nearly blocking the dim red light behind him. Dark suit, darker eyes.A shiver runs down my spine, but I don’t let it show.Lana whispers into my ear through the tiny earpiece hidden in my hair. “New
NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION) Secret Job And A Secret Admirer
Chapter 1 “Oh my God, Elle… where do you even get all these crazy things from?”Penelope’s voice echoes across the living room as she sits cross-legged on the couch, holding up a pair of designer heels like they might vanish if she lets go of them. The red soles catch the afternoon light coming through the windows, shining almost as brightly as the pile of boxes scattered across the coffee table.“These modelling gigs can’t be paying that well,” she adds, narrowing her eyes at the shoes before glancing back at me.I force a small laugh and continue unwrapping another gift.“Well… they do,” I say casually.The lie slides out easily now because I’ve told it so many times it almost feels real. Technically I do model sometimes, enough to keep the story believable whenever Penelope asks questions, but modelling isn’t what pays for the expensive gifts piling up in front of us.I lift the lid of the next box and pause when I see a delicate gold necklace resting inside, the thin chain curli
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