LOGINI stood there, paralyzed. The steam was thick, sticking to my skin like a second layer of sweat. The sound of the water hitting the floor was nothing compared to the sound of Aria's breathing.She was still leaning against the cold marble wall, her head tilted back. And now, the clear dildo was sliding into her, over and over. I watched the way her muscles tensed, the way her skin glistened with a mix of water and soap. Every time she pushed the toy deep, her eyes would flutter, and a broken sound would tear from her throat."ohhh... mmm-nnn-gh... yes! Faster, Davis... ohhh! ohh yes... ohh fuck yes... like that!" she cried out. Her voice was high and desperate, echoing off the glass walls. "Give me your big cock... I want it so bad... mmm-ph!"I was dying. My dick was a hard, throbbing weight between my legs, pulsing with every moan she made. I wanted to reach out. I wanted to throw that toy away and replace it with myself. I wanted to feel her clench around me. But the rules were a
I stood there, the heavy leather book weighing down my hands. Aria was still standing in front of me, completely naked, looking like a queen who had just won a war. I looked down at the pages, my eyes scanning the ink.The Golden Rules:No Touching: Not in public, not in private. Unless we are in front of my father, you do not lay a finger on me.Total Obedience: You will do exactly what I say, when I say it. No questions. No attitude.The Uniform: You will sleep naked. Every night. But you will stay on your side of the bed. If you cross the invisible line, you’re out.No Self-Relief: You are not allowed to touch yourself. Not unless I allow it.The Shared Bath: All bathing will be done together. But the "No Touching" rule applies double here."This is insane," I rasped, my voice cracking. I looked from the book back to her. "Rule number five? We have to bathe together? And I can't touch you? Aria, look at me. I’m already dying."She stepped closer, the tips of her breasts nearly brus
I looked at her dad, who was now staring at me with a look that could pierce through steel. He didn't look happy. He looked like he was deciding which part of the woods to bury me in. Aria squeezed my hand, her eyes meeting mine for a split second. There was a spark of mischief in them, a dark, hidden challenge. She had just raised the stakes again. "Nice to meet you, sir," I managed to choke out, even though my head was spinning. "So," Mr. Sterling said. "The boyfriend. Hmm?" "Yes, Dad," Aria said. She didn't let go of my hand. Her skin was soft against my palm, but her grip was like a warning. "I see." The man crossed his arms. "I assume he’s staying the night if he’s here to work on the vintage Ford in the morning.” “Yes Dad.” “So… Aria, is your... boyfriend taking the guest room? Or have you two already reached a stage where he stays in yours?" Ok. Her father was like my dad. Free. To the extent that he acknowledged the fact that his daughter could fuck. Aria gave her fa
The last forty-eight hours had been a living hell. My brain was short-circuiting. It was like Aria had planted a virus in my head, and every time I tried to go back to my old life, the system crashed. Take yesterday, for example. I was in the back of the gym with Zee. She was one of those girls who usually made me forget my own name. She was pressed against me, her hands under my shirt, her mouth working against mine with a desperate, hungry heat. It was escalating fast. I had my hands on her waist, ready to hike her up onto the equipment and finish this. Then, a sound. A sharp, dry throat-clear. I snapped my eyes open. It was Aria. She was walking by the gym doors. She didn't stop. She just glanced in, saw me with my hands full of another girl, and kept walking like she was looking at a piece of boring trash on the sidewalk. The fire in my gut died instantly. "Davis? What's wrong?" Zee whispered, her breath hot against my neck. She tried to pull me back down, her lips searchin
The night class was suffocating. The only light in the room came from the flickering blue glow of the projector, casting long, dancing shadows against the back wall. The professor’s voice was a boring drone, talking about ancient history while my blood was screaming for something modern. I scanned the dark rows until I saw her. Aria. She was sitting toward the back, her glasses perched on her nose, scribbling notes like her life depended on it. She looked so beautiful. So defiant. I didn't even think. I just stood up and slid into the empty seat right next to her. Somehow she knew it was me. "Move, Davis," she whispered, not even looking up. Her voice was sharp, but low. "I don't like you sitting this close to me. You’re distracting.” I didn't move an inch. I leaned back, my shoulder brushing against hers. "I can't help it, Aria. I haven't been able to get you out of my head since yesterday. That slap... it left a mark. In more ways than one." “Get out.” “Is that your kink? Bec
The next morning, the hallway was a busy sea of moving bodies and slamming lockers. I leaned against a cold metal door, my eyes fixed on the corner where the stairs met the main floor. I had been waiting for twenty long minutes. Most girls would have tripped over themselves to see me standing there, but I knew Aria wouldn't. Then, I saw her. She was walking with her head up, clutching a stack of books tightly to her chest. She looked different from the others—less desperate, more composed. It drove me crazy. It fueled the want deep inside me. As she brushed past me, not even caring that someone like me was standing there and she was passing, I didn't say a word. I just reached out, wrapped my fingers firmly around her slim bicep, and hauled her backward. I pulled her into the small, shadowed alcove behind the vending machines. “Ouch!” "What the hell, Davis!" she flared, her voice sharp and loud. She tried to yank her arm away, her eyes flashing with heat and anger. "Are you insan
"Maya, let go!" Leo rasped, his voice shaking. "I’m... I'm sorry... I... Fuck... this is wrong. Let me go.""No," she repeated, her grip on his waist tightening. She tilted her hips, making his cock swirl inside her. "Don't you think that this cock fits so perfectly, big brother?"“What?”She smirk
Maya stood at the top of the stairs, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The front door groaned open, followed by a heavy thud that vibrated through the floorboards. Leo was home.She watched him stumble into the house. Leo was her stepbrother, a man built like a wall of grani
West was alone in the living room, or so she thought. Her boyfriend, Marcus, was out picking up drinks for the guys. The house was quiet, the curtains were drawn, and the only sound was the low, rhythmic buzz of the small, silver vibrator she held between her legs.She was sprawled on the velvet so
"Turn around," I growled into her ear. "Step down from the table. Now."Desiree was shaking. Her legs were like jelly, but she obeyed. She slid off the high exam table. She reached up and pulled the hospital robe off. It hit the floor in a soft heap, knowing almost exactly what I needed.Now, she w







