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The Landlord’s Keys 6
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2026-10-20 23:25:06
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I stayed on my knees between his legs like he told me. His cock was still half-hard, shiny with spit and the last of his cum. I took it in my mouth again, slow this time, tasting the mix of us. He let out a low sound and rested a heavy hand on the back of my head, not forcing, just holding me there while I worked him. “That’s it. Get it hard again. You’re not done being a hole yet.” I sucked deeper, hollowing my cheeks, tongue sliding under the head. He thickened fast in my mouth. I could feel the blood pumping into him. My jaw already ached from earlier but I didn’t stop. Spit ran down his shaft and onto his balls. I cupped them, rolled them gently, then tighter when he grunted approval. He pulled me off by the hair. Not hard enough to really hurt, just enough to remind me who was in charge. “On the bed. Hands and knees. Face the headboard.” I crawled up. The sheets were already a mess from the first round—damp spots, my dress bunched around my waist, one shoe still on. I planted
Painful Pleasures CHP 1
I was already wet by the time I got to the hotel bar. Three days into this boring sales conference in Chicago and my body was screaming for something real. My husband back home hadn’t fucked me properly in months—quick missionary under the covers if I was lucky, then lights out. I needed it rough. I needed to be used. The bar was half-empty, soft jazz, low lights. I ordered a vodka soda and sat at the far end, legs crossed high so the black dress rode up my thighs. No panties. I hadn’t worn any all day. Every time I shifted on the stool I felt the cool air on my cunt and it made me throb. He walked in like he owned the place. Tall, broad shoulders under a dark suit, maybe late thirties, salt-and-pepper hair cut short. His eyes scanned the room and landed on me. He didn’t smile. Just stared for a second too long, then came straight over. “This seat taken?” His voice was low, rough around the edges. I shrugged and sipped my drink. “Help yourself.” He sat. Ordered a whiskey neat wit
Painful Pleasures The Landlord’s Keys 6
I kept the collar on and the plug in for three full days. Marcus left Monday morning after another long night of using every hole until I could barely walk. Before he walked out he pushed the thick black plug back into my ass, wiped the excess lube and cum on my thigh, and tugged the collar once. “Text me,” he said. “Every time.” I did. Tuesday afternoon at my desk I came with the plug shifting inside me while I rubbed my clit under my skirt. Sent him a photo of my wet fingers and the base of the plug between my cheeks in the office bathroom stall. He replied with one word: *Good.* Wednesday night I came twice—once in the shower with the water beating on my clit and the plug locked deep, once later on the couch with three fingers in my cunt and the collar pulled tight in my other hand. Both times I sent him the evidence. Both times he answered the same way. Thursday he showed up at 9:15 without warning. The key turned. I was already naked on the bed, plug in, collar on, legs s
Painful Pleasures The Landlord’s Keys 5
I woke to the weight of his hand between my legs. Morning light cut through the half-closed blinds in thin stripes across the bed. Marcus was already hard against the back of my thigh, breath warm on my neck. His fingers moved slow, two of them sliding through the sticky mess he’d left in me hours earlier, then pushing inside. I was sore. Swollen. Still open from the night. The collar sat tight around my throat; I hadn’t taken it off. “You’re awake,” he said, voice rough with sleep. I didn’t answer. Just pushed back against his hand. He added a third finger and fucked me with them in lazy thrusts while his thumb circled my clit. The wet sound filled the quiet room. My hips started moving on their own. He kept the pace steady until my breathing changed, then pulled his fingers free, lifted my top leg, and guided his cock to my entrance. He pushed in slow. Every inch dragged against sore walls. I hissed. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the root, hips flush against my ass. One
Painful Pleasures The Landlord’s Keys 4
I kept the collar on all day. It sat heavy around my neck, the metal ring cool against my skin every time I moved. The plug stayed in too—thick, constant pressure that made me shift in my chair at work, thighs pressed together, already wet by noon. By the time I got home I was aching. I showered, left the plug in, put the collar back on, and waited naked on the edge of the bed. The key turned at 9:48. Marcus walked in carrying a small overnight bag and locked the door behind him. He dropped the bag, looked at me—collar still buckled, plug base visible between my cheeks when I stood—and gave a short nod. “Good.” He didn’t waste time. Shirt off. Jeans off. Boots kicked aside. His cock was already half-hard, heavy between his legs. He walked over, hooked two fingers in the ring of the collar, and pulled me up into a hard kiss. Tongue deep, teeth scraping my lower lip. When he pulled back his eyes were dark. “On the bed. Face down. Ass up.” I climbed on, chest to the mattress, kne
Painful Pleasures The Landlord’s Keys 3
I left the door locked. No tank top this time. Just bare skin and the low ache still lingering in my ass from the night before. I’d cleaned up after he left, but every time I sat down I felt the ghost of him—thick, deep, the way he’d pushed his cum back inside me like he didn’t want any of it to escape. My pussy stayed wet all day thinking about what “something else” meant. The key turned at 10:02. Marcus stepped in carrying a black duffel bag. He locked the door, set the bag on the floor, and looked me over. Naked. Standing in the middle of the living room. Legs slightly apart. Nipples already tight. “Good girl,” he said. No smile. Just that low voice that made my stomach flip. He dropped to one knee, unzipped the bag, and pulled out a thick black leather collar with a metal ring at the front. Next came a short leash. Then a pair of heavy cuffs connected by a short chain. Last, a fat black plug with a flared base and a bottle of lube. My mouth went dry. “Turn around.” I did.
Painful Pleasures Caught!
I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,
Painful Pleasures The Wrong Send
*A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”
Painful Pleasures Gangbanged by Strangers: Recked
The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry. Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinni
Painful Pleasures Gangbanged by Strengers
*A New Collection: After being in a four years relationship with Jake, Emily catches him and her bestfriend hooking up. Heartbroken - Leading her to get complicated with some nasty strengers in the bar ready to split her open if she asked for it.(This is a continuation from my last book - Unheard P
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