LOGINI was on my knees in my assigned fitting room, carefully pinning down all the hem of a long silk wedding gown for one of my regular female clients. When the door suddenly burst open. “Sophia!” My supervisor Rachel rushed in, looking stressed and worked up. Typical Rachel, always working so hard to the point even her face and body features could tell it all. “I actually need you to help me with something really important. The senior tailor just called in sick not long ago, and we’ve got a VIP client waiting upstairs in the personal fitting room. It’s Kai Lennox.” I sat back on my heels, frowning slightly. “I only do female clients, not male. That’s always been the rule. That's what we agreed on.” Rachel sighed and rubbed her temple. “I know, I know, I get it. But the request came directly via email and it’s actually non-negotiable at this point. And you're the only senior designer we have right now. It’s a massive privilege that his team even contacted our organization. Look, we sh
I couldn't say no. Although Alex didn't know this, I recorded my moment with him. I did it most of the time. I couldn't even think of it. My hands were shaking as I swiped the screen, finding the file from the glasses. I hit play. The screen showed the bleachers. It showed me lying back, my skirt bunched up, my legs wide. It showed Alex hovering over me. Marcus didn't wait for the video to get to the good part. He grabbed my waist and spun me around, pushing me face-down onto the soft leather of the couch. He didn't take my clothes off. He just hiked my skirt up to my waist, exposing my bare ass and the messy, wet state I was in. "Hold the tablet," he growled in my ear. "Watch yourself. Watch what you let him do to you while I reclaim what’s mine." I gripped the tablet with both hands, propping it up against the back of the couch. On the screen, Alex was just starting to push inside me. In the real world, I felt Marcus’s hands part my cheeks. He was fully hard, thick and pul
Alex didn't need to be told twice. He crawled over me, his eyes wide. He knew the game. He knew he was just a placeholder, but he didn't care. He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin just like Marcus had. "You want your daddy, Lila?" Alex hissed, his voice trying to mimic that deep, commanding tone. "You want him to stretch you open again?" "Yes! Oh god, yes, Daddy!" I moaned, my eyes slamming shut as he pushed inside me. I focused on the memory of the morning. I focused on the way the counter felt against my back. "Fuck me harder! Fill me up like you did this morning!" The rhythm was fast and raw. The metal bleachers creaked and groaned under our weight, the sound echoing in the empty field. Every thrust was a reminder of what I had at home. Every moan was for the man waiting for me in the kitchen. "Ahhh! Mmm! Just like that, Daddy!" I screamed, my hands clutching Alex’s shoulders, imagining they were broader, stronger. "Give it to me! Make me yours!" The plea
The classroom was humid and smelled like old books and floor wax. Our history teacher was droning on about something that happened a hundred years ago, but my mind was stuck on what happened three hours ago. I could still feel the phantom weight of Marcus inside me. My skin felt tight, and every time I shifted in my plastic chair, I was reminded of the mess still drying between my legs. I leaned over to Alex, my voice a sharp whisper that cut through the silence of the room. "We need to go. Now." Alex looked up from his notebook, his brow furrowed. "What? Lila, it's the middle of the period. We’ve got twenty minutes left." "I don't care," I said, my eyes burning with a secret. "I have something to show you." "We'll get detention," he argued, though I could see his curiosity winning. "Old man Miller is already looking at us." "It’s worth a hundred detentions, Alex. Trust me." I didn't wait for him to agree. I raised my hand, gave a fake cough, and pointed toward the door.
The morning sun was too bright. It spilled across Marcus’s king-sized bed, hitting my face and forcing my eyes open. I groaned, my body feeling heavy and sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. I reached out, my hand searching for the heat of him, but the sheets beside me were cold. He was already up. I rolled onto my side, my skin sensitive against the expensive fabric. I felt different. The air in the room felt different. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers trembling slightly. I needed to tell someone. I needed to say it out loud just to make sure it was real. [Text to Alex]: He did it. He actually did it. Marcus fucked me last night. I’m literally still vibrating. [Alex]: Holy shit. For real? How was it? [Lila]: Beyond anything. He’s huge, Alex. He stretched me so wide I thought I’d snap. And he was so dominant. I’ve never felt so owned in my life. [Alex]: Fuck, Lila. I’m hard just reading that. I wish I’d been there to watch him claim you. I bet you w
I woke up at three in the morning. The house was deathly quiet, but my skin was humming. The sheets felt too rough against my sensitive body, and the ghost of Marcus’s tongue still felt like it was branded into my skin. I tried to close my eyes, but I kept seeing him on his knees. I kept seeing the way he looked at me—not like a daughter, but like something he wanted to consume. I couldn't stay in bed. I stood up, my legs still a little shaky, and walked out into the hallway. I didn't turn on any lights. I made my way downstairs, my bare feet silent on the wood. I thought I was alone, but as I passed the kitchen, I saw a tall, dark shadow standing by the window. It was Marcus. He was leaning against the counter, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He was still shirtless, his muscles looking like carved stone in the moonlight. He didn't turn around when I entered, but I knew he felt me there. “You should be sleeping, Lila,” he said. His voice was like sandpaper—rough and low. “I couldn







