NO SAFE WORD: A Collection OF Dark Desires

The night was wet with rain.

Samantha pulled her coat close around her, trying to stay warm. Her heels tapped fast on the rough walkway. Her heart raced not from fear, but because something inside her was waking up, making her feel restless.

She had never taken this route home.

A shortcut.

“Slow down, little girl.”

The voice came from behind, low and dark. She turned, startled and froze.

He stood just beneath a broken streetlight. He was tall, broad-shouldered and dressed in black. His presence stirred something deep inside.

His pale grey eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her knees feel weak. She should have run, screamed, done anything but stand there like a prey waiting to be claimed.

“Lost?” he asked, stepping toward her. His voice was low and smooth but cold.

“I… I’m just trying to get home,” she whispered.

“Are you?” He stepped closer. She backed into the wall behind her, breath quickening. “Funny, because you look like a girl who wants to be caught.”

Her lips parted, a shaky breath slipping out. He was close, close enough for her to smell him :leather and spice.

Without saying a word, his hand shot out, wrapped softly around her neck just enough to make her still, but not enough to hurt. His thumb traced along her jaw as his body pressed against hers, pinning her.

“You came onto my street,” he said, lips brushing her ear. You stepped into my world. You don’t get to walk away untouched.”

Samantha’s pulse thundered. Warmth stirred low in her belly as he leaned down and kissed her— fierce and sudden.His tongue invaded her mouth like he had every right to be there. Her protest died beneath the ache that bloomed inside her.

His hands moved quickly, finding her waist, parting her coat aside, his fingers slipping under the thin fabric of her dress. When his fingers brushed over the damp heat between her legs, he gave a low, satisfied groan.

“Wet already,” he murmured. “Good girl.”

She let out a soft whimper as he pulled her panties down, letting the cool air touch her skin . His fingers slipped between her thighs, gliding through her slick folds like he owned her body.

One finger pressed inside, curling deep. Then two.

Her head fell back against the wall. His hand clamped over her mouth before she could moan.

“I want to hear you,” he said. “But not yet.”

His fingers moved inside her in a slow, steady rhythm, watching her body melt beneath his touch . When her legs started to shake, he lifted her with ease, pulling her thighs tight around his waist.

She could feel him.

His hard thick length pressed against her.

“You want it?” he asked, his voice low as he rocked his hips against her.

His Cock grinding into her wet entrance.

She nodded desperately.

“No safe word,” he reminded her. “You give me everything.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

Her back hit the brick wall, and before she could catch her breath, his mouth was on hers again—hot and demanding . There was nothing gentle in the way he kissed her; it was all hunger and heat. He devoured her like a hungry man, and she responded by opening for him, whimpering as his tongue claimed every inch of her mouth.

His hands worked fast. One tugged the belt of her coat loose and shoved it back off her shoulders, the other sliding up her thigh with relentless purpose. The soaked fabric of her panties clung to her, but he didn’t bother being gentle—he hooked a finger beneath them and yanked them down to her knees in one sharp motion.

“Fuck,” he growled against her lips, his hand immediately finding her heat. “You are so fucking wet.” Two fingers dipped between her folds, thick and slow, dragging through her wet arousal before circling her clit with hard, practiced precision.

Samantha’s knees nearly gave out.

He stepped in closer, his thigh nudging hers apart, opening her up as his fingers slid inside—without warning. One, then two, filling her with slow thrusts that made her hips twitch.

“God” she gasped, the sound barely leaving her lips before his hand covered her mouth.

“You moan too loudly and someone might come looking,” he whispered in her ear, his voice rough.

“Or maybe that’s what you want. To be seen, caught and fucked where anyone could find you.”

Her eyes closed as he fucked her with his fingers—deep, curling inside her, hitting that sweet spot again and again until she was dripping down his hand. Her hips moved on their own riding his finger, her moans muffled by his palm.

“Good girl,” he growled, licking her ear.

“Take what I give you.”

Then he withdrew his fingers slowly, watching her eyes plead with him.

“Turn around.”

She obeyed on shaky legs, pressing her hands to the wet, cold wall. Rain matted her hair, her dress bunched around her waist, baring her ass completely.

She felt him behind her—unzipping, freeing his cock. Thick, Heavy and Hot.

The head of it pressed against her entrance.

He slid himself through her warmth in slow, teasing strokes. She grinds her hips back against him, needing more.

“Beg for it,” he said, his voice low but full of control.

“Please,” she whimpered. “Please… I need you.”

With a rough grunt, he grabbed her hips and thrust it into her . Samantha cried out, her cheek against the wall, her body jerking from the impact. He filled her completely—deep and wide, stretching her around every inch.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He set a savage pace from the start—driving into her over and over, each thrust harder than the last. His hips slapped against her ass, echoing in the alley, every sound filthy and raw.

Samantha clawed at the bricks, helpless against the feral rhythm. Every inch of her was taken, used and owned.

And she loved it.