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On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories Cum with my name on your lips.
A Slut For My Professor (12)"Want me to go lower, Ms. Thorne?" Cassian's voice is silk and sin, his fingers still tapping my inner thigh like a metronome of torment.I try to respond, but all that escapes is a muffled hum behind the gag. My body screams yes, and the smirk on his face tells me he already knows.He doesn’t wait for words. His hand slides between my thighs, fingers parting me with deliberate ease. He watches me like he’s studying art. My pussy throbs. It's wet, aching, and open. I breath hard, as I instinctively try to grind into his touch.But he pulls away.Slap!The sound echoes off the walls, and fire bursts through my core."God!" I scream into the gag, the sting radiating through me. My clit is pulsing, the pain morphing into a rush of humiliating pleasure."You still don’t get it, do you, kitten?" He laughs, dragging his palm slowly over my slick folds, making me shiver."You get what I give. Not more, not less. Understand?" His voice is pure arrogance, and every
On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories Spread those legs, Kitten.
A Slut For My Professor (11)The lights are dim, almost too dim to see clearly at first. My heels click softly against the marble floor as I step deeper inside, hand still clasped in his. Slowly, as my eyes adjust, the room comes into terrifying, tantalizing focus.I feel like I’ve stepped into some underground lair of sin and pain. Ropes dangle from the ceiling, suspending bodies mid-air. To my right, a girl is strapped to an X-shaped frame, moaning as another woman clamps clothespins to the lips of her pussy. Her screams echo in the air, but no one even flinches. Another girl swings slightly above the floor while a man strokes her body like she's his personal canvas.The scent in the air is thick—sex, sweat, and worn leather.I flinch slightly when I feel Daddy's palm slide down the curve of my ass. His fingers stretch across my cheeks like he owns every inch. I know he does. I don’t dare move.To my left, a man is on all fours, being relentlessly flogged by a tall woman in heels an
On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories Good Girl Gets Fucked In Public.
A Slut For My Professor (10)"Your temptations, Kristen, are sometimes too much for me to bear. But not now," he murmurs, eyes glittering as he gestures for me to kneel.I do, lips parted, heart thudding, but then he pulls my panties back up. The silk glides over my wet pussy, and I bite back a groan."You're putting them back on me?" I pout, grinding against his fingers shamelessly, hoping he’ll take the bait.His palm slaps down on my ass. It's sharp and sudden."That's for trying to fuck my fingers, you needy little whore," he growls, amused. The sting spreads through me, and I gasp.“God, Daddy…”He only smirks and grabs my hand, leading me out of the room. His touch is firm, possessive and dominant.The last streaks of sunlight spill across his face as we enter the bedroom, casting him in gold. He looks like temptation itself. Dangerous and beautiful.“I bought you something for tonight, kitten,” he says, voice softer now but no less commanding.He pulls out a deep red dress and
On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories Dripping wet for daddy!
A Slut For My Professor (9)I walk into my apartment, bag in hand, practically bouncing with excitement. I toss my coat to the floor and crack open the bottle of whiskey I got from a friend. My body drops onto the couch with a satisfied sigh, lazy and exposed. I don't have any bra or panties on.. I take a slow sip, letting the burn roll down my throat as memories from last night crash over me like waves. I’m still slick from them. From him.Cassian.I should feel used. I should feel ashamed. But I don’t.I feel wanted. Safe. Devoured.I close my eyes and let myself sink into the delicious warmth of it all. I'm Naked. On my couch. With a bag of God-knows-what still sitting in the corner, taunting me like a wrapped Christmas gift. I chuckle to myself, picturing what I must’ve looked like to him—chained up, exposed, feathered, dripping, helpless and desperate. His little whore.And yet… even when he fucked me like an animal, when he used those filthy names and made me beg, he never hurt
On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories His Little Whore
A Slut For My Professor (8)“The sauce needs a little time,” he says, leading me to the sofa. He takes off both our aprons and sits down, pulling me into his lap. I settle onto him, facing him comfortably.“I want to know you, Kristen,” he murmurs, his hands trailing slowly up and down my back.“Well, you already know me. My mom was a chef, I study at—”He shakes his head gently. “Not your mom. Not your school or your courses. I already know all that. I want to know you. Your dreams, your fears, the things that make you burn and the things that keep you awake at night. Walk me through your mind. Tell me what you like, what you don’t, and what you truly love.”I pause, trying to make sense of the sudden intensity. “Can I ask you something first?”“Of course.”“Why do you want to know all that?”“Because in a relationship like this, especially between a dom and a sub, communication matters. I need to know how far I can go with you. What pushes you, what excites you, and where your line
On My Knees, Daddy: A Steamy Compilation of Erotic Stories Wreck this cunt, Daddy!
A Slut For My Professor (7)When I wake, everything feels... off.The sheets are soft beneath me, and the pillow cradles my head just right, but my body is heavy, like I’ve sunk into some dream and haven’t fully come out of it. The soft click of a keyboard fills the room in steady rhythm, drawing my attention to the man seated at the foot of the bed.Professor Cassian.He’s wearing a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His dark eyes are focused on his laptop like the fate of the world depends on whatever he's typing.“Good morning, daddy,” I mumble sleepily.He glances up without surprise, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Good afternoon, kitten. It’s almost two o’clock.”2pm? I slept that long? Damn.I stretch, or at least try to, but my hands won’t move.What the...?I blink rapidly, and that’s when I realize I’m not just under the sheets, but I’m bound. My wrists are secured above my head with silver cuffs that glint in the soft light, a
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