LOGINChapter 8My body is a mess of trembling limbs and sticky fluids on the rough-hewn floorboards. The amber lights cast long shadows across the lodge, making the implements on the walls look like instruments of torture. Knox stands over me, his boots planted firmly, the denim of his jeans dark and unforgiving. His cum leaks from my ass, trailing down my thighs to pool beneath me.He turns and walks toward a door at the back of the lodge, his footsteps heavy on the wood.The moment he disappears, I try to push myself up. My arms shake violently, the rope burns on my wrists screaming with every movement. My pussy throbs, swollen and abused, my ass gaping and dripping. I manage to crawl to the corner where a basin of water sits, my movements sluggish and pained.The lodge door creaks open before I can even splash water on my face. Sienna stands there, silhouetted against the night, her expression thunderous. Her eyes sweep over my naked, cum-covered form, then land on the closed door wh
Chapter 7He’s not gentle. He doesn't ease into me. He grips my hips, nails digging in, and slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one vicious thrust.I cry out, my inner walls stretching abruptly to accommodate his size. He’s massive, thick and hard, filling me so completely it borders on agony. He pauses for a second, savoring the tightness, the way my body spasms around the invasion.Then he starts to fuck me.There’s no rhythm, no build-up. It’s just pounding, relentless force. He pulls out until just the tip is inside, then slams back in, his hips smacking against my bruised, burning ass. The impact drives me into the post, the wood scraping my tender breasts with every thrust."Take it," he grunts, his breath hot against my ear. "This is what you’re here for. A hole to use."My body betrays me. The pain mixes with a dark, throbbing heat. My clit pulses against the friction of his pubic bone every time he bottoms out. I can feel the wetness dripping down my thighs, mixi
Chapter 6The gravel digs into my palms, sharp and jagged, grounding me even as my pulse hammers against my eardrums. My thighs are slick, the cooling air biting at the wetness smeared there. Sienna’s footsteps crunch away, fading toward the heavy timber doors of the lodge, leaving me gasping in the dirt.A shadow falls over me. Knox.He doesn’t speak. His hand clamps around my upper arm, fingers sinking into the muscle, hauling me up from the ground like a ragdoll. My knees buckle, the gravel skidding painfully against my skin, but he holds my weight effortlessly, dragging me toward the lodge entrance. The door groans open, and the smell of the place hits me…old wood, leather, and something metallic, like copper or old blood.Inside, the air is warmer, stiflingly so. The main room is hugeeee, dominated by a massive stone hearth that’s currently dark. But the furniture isn’t for comfort. Heavy wooden frames with thick leather straps bolted to the arms and legs sit in the center of
Chapter 5 I don't have time to prepare. She grinds her hips forward, rubbing her slickness over my nose, my chin, my lips. I open my mouth, desperate to taste her, and she thrusts forward, filling my mouth with her flesh. She tastes musky and sharp, the flavor of pure sex. I lap at her greedily, my tongue swirling around her clit, sucking it into my mouth with as much force as I can muster.She groans, a guttural sound from deep in her chest, and fists my hair tighter, using my head like a handle to fuck herself against my face. "That’s it," she hisses, rocking her hips. "Choke on it. Take it all."I can barely breathe. My nose is pressed against her pubic bone, my mouth stretched wide as she rides my face. The lack of air makes my head swim, heightening every sensation, the rough bite of the gravel beneath my knees, the cold air on my exposed skin, the overwhelming taste and smell of her dominating my senses.She pulls back abruptly, leaving me gasping for air, spit and her juices
Chapter 5 I don't have time to prepare. She grinds her hips forward, rubbing her slickness over my nose, my chin, my lips. I open my mouth, desperate to taste her, and she thrusts forward, filling my mouth with her flesh. She tastes musky and sharp, the flavor of pure sex. I lap at her greedily, my tongue swirling around her clit, sucking it into my mouth with as much force as I can muster.She groans, a guttural sound from deep in her chest, and fists my hair tighter, using my head like a handle to fuck herself against my face. "That’s it," she hisses, rocking her hips. "Choke on it. Take it all."I can barely breathe. My nose is pressed against her pubic bone, my mouth stretched wide as she rides my face. The lack of air makes my head swim, heightening every sensation, the rough bite of the gravel beneath my knees, the cold air on my exposed skin, the overwhelming taste and smell of her dominating my senses.She pulls back abruptly, leaving me gasping for air, spit and her juices
Chapter 4The gravel crunches beneath our boots as we step off the bus, but the sound is swallowed by the sheer density of the trees surrounding Blackthorn Estate. The air here is different…heavier, smelling of pine needles and the cold, metallic tang of the lake hidden behind the main lodge. Knox’s hand is a vice around mine, his palm sweating, his grip possessive and tight enough to cut off circulation. He doesn't look at me, just stares straight ahead at the glass structures jutting out from the mountainside like jagged shards of ice.Before I can take another step toward the main entrance, a sharp tug on my arm jerks me backward. I stumble, my heel catching on the uneven ground, and collide with a wall of solid muscle."You're not going in there yet," Sienna’s voice cuts through the night, low and vibrating against my ear.She spins me around, marching me backward until my spine slams against the cold, unforgiving surface of a glass cabin wall. The impact knocks the wind out of
Chapter 2Then the Jumbotron flickers, and there I am. Holy shit. My face is blown up fifty feet tall, my hair a wild mess from the wind, my lips parted, eyes wide. And then the camera pans out, and there he is…Chad fucking Rivers, all six-foot-something of sweat-slicked, golden-skinned perfection
Chapter 5After dinner, we head to the private room in the restaurant. The moment the private room’s door clicks shut behind us, the hum of the restaurant fades into silence, replaced by the low, rhythmic pulse of the vibrator still nestled against my clit. I stand frozen, my back pressed against
Chapter 4The grand double doors of Adrian’s bedroom swung open with a slow creak, the hinges groaning under the weight of the huge space in front. My breath hitched as Adrian carried me across the room, his arms cradling me as if I were something precious, yet his grip was unyielding, possessive.
Chapter 4The restaurant table is still warm beneath my bare back, the scent of sex and expensive wine thick in the air as Chad pulls me upright with a rough grip on my wrist. His lips crash against mine, no gentleness, just possession…his free hand tangling in my hair, yanking just enough to make







