MasukNANCY'S POV 7The front door had barely clicked shut behind Mom, her voice trailing off with “I’ll be back in twenty, maybe thirty if the line’s long!” when Eric’s hand clamped around my wrist like a manacle.He didn’t speak.He dragged me down the hallway, past the living room, straight into the master bathroom. The door slammed shut. The sound echoing like a gunshot in the suddenly too-quiet house.Water roared on, hot, hard spray from the rainfall showerhead, and steam billowed instantly.Eric spun me to face him, his eyes wrapped with something feral.“Strip,” he ordered, his voice low and shredded. “Now.”My hands shook as I yanked my shirt over my head. My bra followed next, the clasps snapping free. Next was my leggings and panties, they shoved down together, and kicked off in a wet heap. I was Naked. Exposed. Already dripping down the insides of my thighs.He didn’t undress slowly.He tore his T-shirt off, the fabric ripping at the seam. His jeans shoved down just enough to f
NANCY'S POV 6The drive home from the campsite felt endless, three hours of charged silence broken only by Mom’s cheerful chatter about how “refreshed” she felt and how much work awaited her at the office. I sat in the back, my thighs pressed together, still tender and slick from the final stolen moments before dawn. Eric’s eyes kept finding mine in the rearview mirror, dark, sinful, knowing, and promising green orbs. Every time our gazes locked, my core clenched around nothing.Finally, we pulled into the driveway just as the sun dipped low. Mom kissed my cheek, and hugged Eric tight, then disappeared upstairs to shower and change, already on her phone scheduling tomorrow’s meetings. “Dinner at seven,” she called down. “I’m starving!”I carried my duffel up to my room, my heart hammering. The door hadn’t even clicked shut when Eric slipped in behind me, silent, and predatory. He kicked it closed with his heel, and pressed his chest to my back, abd buried his face in the crook of my
NANCY'S POV 5The tent air felt thicker than blood. The moonlight had faded to pre-dawn gray, but neither of us had slept. Eric’s body was a furnace behind me, his chest to my back, his thighs cradling mine, his cock still half-hard and slick from earlier, nestled hot against the cleft of my ass.My nightgown was useless now, twisted around my waist, my pajama bottoms shoved down just enough to bare me from the hips down.His hand had been between my legs for what felt like hours, slow, merciless circles on my clit, his fingers dipping inside only to pull out before I could tip over the edge. I was shaking, drenched, every nerve screaming.Then he shifted.One large hand gripped my hip, angling me forward onto my knees while keeping my upper body low. The blanket stayed draped over us like a thin, useless veil. His other hand guided himself, thick head nudging my entrance, parting swollen folds.“Quiet,” he breathed against my ear, his voice gravel and a command. “Not one fucking soun
NANCY'S POV 4The tent was thick with heat, our shared body heat, the lingering champagne haze, the suffocating weight of everything we weren’t supposed to want. Mom’s soft snores had become background static, unreliable now. I lay on my side, facing away from Eric, my nightgown rucked up to my waist, my bare ass pressed back against his hips. His arm was still locked around me, possessive, unyielding.His fingers moved first.Slow. Deliberate.They slipped beneath the loose waistband of my pajama bottoms, ones I’d pulled on over the nightgown earlier just for the illusion of modesty. The elastic gave way easily. His callused fingertips grazed the sensitive skin below my navel, then lower, tracing the crease where the thigh met the hip.I sucked in a silent breath.He didn’t rush.One finger dipped between my folds, slick, swollen, embarrassingly ready, and circled my clit once, lazy and light.My hips jerked involuntarily.“Shhh,” he breathed against my ear, so quiet it was more vibr
NANCY'S POV 3The tent was dark except for faint silver moonlight seeping through the mesh ceiling. Mom’s soft snores had become a steady, distant rhythm on the far side. I woke slowly, too warm, too aware, realizing Eric’s arm was locked around my waist like iron. His chest was molded to my back, thighs tucked behind mine, every hard inch of him pressed flush against me.He was asleep. He had to be.His breathing was deep, even… until it wasn’t.I stayed perfectly still for one long heartbeat, then, slowly, deliberately, I arched my spine just enough to press my ass back against him. The thick ridge of his erection was unmistakable through his jeans and my thin nightgown. Hot. Rigid. Throbbing faintly in time with his pulse.A shiver ripped through me. My core clenched hard around nothing.I did it again, subtler this time, a slow roll of my hips, dragging myself along the length of him. The friction was torture through layers of fabric. My clit pulsed in response, already swollen a
NANCY'S POV 2The fire had burned down to glowing coals by the time we crawled into the tent. Mom was already fading fast, her cheeks flushed from the fever, her eyes heavy after swallowing the cold medicine with a mug of herbal tea. Eric had worked a small miracle with the bedding, unzipping the sleeping bags, overlapping them like puzzle pieces, and draping the one shared blanket across the middle section so it looked almost intentional.Mom gave a weak smile as she settled on the far edge. “Don’t let me spoil the fun, you two,” she murmured, her voice thick and sleepy. “Enjoy the camping trip. It’s Nancy’s big weekend.” She patted my hand, then Eric’s arm, and within minutes her breathing had deepened into the soft, congested rhythm of sleep.The tent suddenly felt much smaller.I’d washed up at the creek earlier, the cold water doing nothing to cool the heat still simmering under my skin. Back in the tent, I slipped out of my underwear, telling myself it was just for comfort in t
SUMMER TUTOR 2CHLOE’S POV The next afternoon drags like molasses. I spend the morning pretending to read on the back porch, but my eyes keep drifting to the guest house path. Every rustle of leaves makes my pulse jump, imagining Elias walking over early. He doesn’t. He’s disciplined like that—al
UNCLE’S RULES 2SOPHIA’S POV I lasted four days.Four days of Victor’s eyes following me across the kitchen, his voice a little rougher when he said good morning. Four nights of tossing in bed, fingers itching to disobey his no-touch order, but fear—and thrill—of punishment keeping me obedient.
UNCLE’S RULES VICTOR LESNAR (ML) - 40YRSSOPHIA DERVIC (FL) - 18YRSSOPHIA’S POV I turned eighteen three months ago, but it feels like I’ve been trapped in limbo forever.After the accident—Mom and Dad gone in one cruel twist of fate—I had nowhere to go. Uncle Victor stepped in without hesitati
STEP-SISTER’S SECRET 3LENA’S POV The last night before Mom and David came home.Cass had been training me all week — daily inspections where she’d make me strip and bend over, checking if I’d obeyed her no-touch rule. Spankings that left me marked and dripping. Hours of learning exactly how she







