LOGIN“Show me.”The two words leave my mother’s mouth like she already regrets them, but she doesn’t take them back.Gabriel’s hand tightens in my hair for a second, then releases. He steps back, giving her a clear view of me still on my knees, collar dark against my throat, leash trailing across the rug.“Stand up, Ella. Hands on the arm of the couch. Ass out.”I rise on shaky legs and bend exactly the way he taught me—back arched, feet spread, elbows locked on the upholstery so my ass and cunt are presented. The position leaves nothing hidden. Cool air hits the wetness already coating my inner thighs.Gabriel moves behind me. His palm strokes once over the fading marks from earlier, almost gentle. Then it cracks down hard.The sound is loud in the quiet living room. I jolt forward with a sharp cry. He doesn’t pause. The second spank lands on the other cheek, heavier. Then another. And another. He settles into a steady, brutal rhythm, each strike overlapping the last until heat blooms acr
He points to the floor. I drop to my knees, take his cock back into my mouth, and suck properly this time—deep, wet, messy. He lets me set the pace for a while, then takes over, hands fisting in my hair, fucking my throat in long strokes until my eyes water again. When he comes he holds me down and forces every pulse onto my tongue. I swallow. He stays in my mouth until he’s soft, then pulls free and wipes the head across my lips.“Floor.”I lower myself further and lick the small puddle of my own wetness off the tile between his feet. The taste is sharp and humiliating. He watches the entire time.When I sit back on my heels he reaches down, cups my chin, and tilts my face up.“Your mother will be home tomorrow evening. Until then you don’t wear clothes in this house unless I tell you to. You keep your cunt accessible. You come only when I allow it. And tonight I’m going to use every hole you have so that when she walks through that door tomorrow you’ll still be feeling me.”He leave
The next morning I wake up with dried cum still streaked faintly across my stomach and the torn panties twisted around one ankle. My cunt is sore in a deep, satisfying way that makes me press my thighs together the second I’m conscious. The guest-room door is still open. From downstairs I hear the coffee machine and the low murmur of Gabriel’s voice on a call.I pull on a soft oversized T-shirt that barely covers my ass and nothing else. No panties. He told me last night I don’t get to wear them unless he says so. The fabric brushes my bare lips with every step as I walk downstairs.He is already dressed—dark trousers, white shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled. Laptop open on the kitchen island. He doesn’t look up when I enter, but the corner of his mouth lifts.“Present.”I stop in the middle of the floor, pull the T-shirt up to my waist, and stand with my feet apart, hands behind my back. The cool air hits my swollen pussy. He glances over, eyes lingering on the faint bruises h
“Look at me.”I force my eyes up. His are dark, almost black in the low light.“This house belongs to me now. Your mother belongs to me. And starting tonight, so do you. You will not touch yourself without permission. You will not come without permission. When I walk into a room, you will present. When I tell you to open your mouth or your legs, you will do it immediately and without questions. Do you understand?”My answer is a broken little “Yes, sir” that turns into a moan when he pushes the first thick inch inside me.He does not go slow after that.He sinks all the way in one long, relentless thrust that forces the air out of my lungs. I am so wet the stretch burns in the best way. He holds himself there, buried to the root, and rolls his hips in a deep, grinding circle that drags the head of his cock against every sensitive place inside me.“Fuck,” he breathes. “Tighter than I expected. Your mother was right about one thing—you needed a real man in this house.”He starts fucking
I’m twenty-four, newly separated, living temporarily in my mother’s house after my marriage collapsed. My mother has just remarried a rich, cold, older man—Gabriel—who is everything my soft ex-husband wasn’t. * * * The key turns in the lock at 11:47 p.m. and the sound goes straight between my legs.I am sitting on the edge of the guest-room bed in the dark, still wearing the thin cotton nightgown my mother bought me “for comfort.” It barely covers the tops of my thighs. I have been listening to the house for two hours—the low murmur of their voices downstairs, the clink of ice in glasses, the occasional soft laugh that does not sound like my mother’s usual laugh. Then the front door opens and closes. Car doors. Silence. He is home alone with me.My mother is at her sister’s for the weekend. She told me this morning, kissing my cheek, telling me to “be good for Gabriel.” The words still sit under my skin like a brand.I hear his footsteps on the stairs. Slow. Measured. Not the hurrie
Naomi didn’t just watch for long.She watched until Marcus growled and flooded my cunt with thick, heavy ropes of cum, until Malik followed right after and filled my ass, until both of them stayed buried inside me while their seed leaked out around their shafts in messy white streaks. Only then did she push off the washer and walk toward us, heels clicking on the tile, skirt already hiked up around her hips.“Pull out,” she ordered softly. “I want to see the mess you made of her.”Marcus and Malik slid free. Instantly I felt empty and ruined—cunt and ass gaping, cum pouring down my thighs in thick rivulets. Naomi stepped between my spread legs, spread my cheeks with both hands, and stared at the wreckage.“Look at that,” she murmured. “Stretched wide open. Creamy white pussy and tight little ass both overflowing with black cum. Our nanny took it so well.”She dragged two fingers through the mess leaking from my cunt, scooped up a heavy smear of her husband’s seed, and pushed it back i
Lila Harper had always been the good girl.At nineteen, she still blushed at the mere mention of anything intimate. Raised by a single mother who drilled modesty and purity into her, Lila had never touched herself, never watched anything forbidden, and certainly never imagined the things that happe
Lila stumbled back into the venue, rain-soaked and trembling. The thin yellow sundress clung to her curvy body like a second skin, outlining every heavy swell of her breasts and the flare of her wide hips. The vibrator inside her virgin pussy buzzed mercilessly, intensifying with every step she too
Lila lay in Damien’s arms for only a few blissful, terrifying seconds before reality crashed over her like ice water. What have I done?The taste of her own arousal still lingered on her lips from his kiss. Her thighs were sticky, her pussy still throbbing from the most intense pleasure she had eve
He kissed her neck, open-mouthed and hot, sucking lightly on her pulse point. Lila’s knees weakened. She clutched his shoulders for support, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingers."Tell me to stop," he challenged, even as his hand slid down her waist to grip her full hip. "Tell me you don’t w







