LOGINThe red light on the camera was already on when he came down the stairs.I was on the tape mark, knees open, plug seated, his grocery-store load still trying to run out of me. Alexander set a second camera on a crate to catch my face. He didn’t ask if I was ready. He took his shirt off, walked behind me, and pulled the plug out with a wet sound that the mics would keep.“Look at the lens,” he said. “Say it so there’s no later version where you pretend you didn’t know.”I looked at the black glass.“My name is Nora Quinn. I am twenty-four. This is my stepfather. I came here for six nights because I owed a debt. I stay because I want him to use me. My mouth, my cunt, and my ass belong to Daddy until he says the debt is paid.”“Good girl.”He pushed into my cunt from behind on the second word.The first camera caught my tits swinging. The second caught my mouth falling open. He fucked me on my knees on concrete, one hand in my hair, the other slapping my ass in time with his hips until t
The skirt was too short for winter and that was the point.No panties. Plug in. A sweater that looked decent until the wind hit and my nipples went obvious underneath. Alexander drove with one hand on the wheel and the other on my bare knee, two fingers already under the hem, resting against the wet seam of me like a warning.“You speak if a clerk talks to you,” he said. “You do not jump when I touch you. If you drip on the seat, you sit in it on the way home.”The grocery store smelled like wet wool and bread. Fluorescent lights. Ordinary people buying milk. I walked beside my mother’s ex-husband with a toy stretching my ass and his cum from last night still a rumor inside the plug. Every step made it move. My thighs wanted to press together. I didn’t let them.He put me in front of the cart and shopped off my shoulder.Produce first. He reached past me for apples and his knuckles dragged the inside of my thigh. In the dairy aisle his hand went up the back of the skirt, found the bas
Sundown turned the lake black and the windows into mirrors.I saw myself in the glass before I saw him stand up — robe open, plug seated, nipples tight from sitting on the floor like a kept thing while he took three calls in a voice that never cracked. On the last call he snapped his fingers. I opened the robe wider. He pointed at the rug in front of the fire without ending the sentence he was in.I presented.Knees wide. Chest down. Ass up. The plug made a blunt shape between my cheeks that the firelight found and held.He finished the call. The phone hit the table.“Night three,” he said. “Ass. All of it. You asked for saving. This is what saving feels like when it comes from me.”He crouched, gripped the base of the plug, and pulled it out in one slow drag that left me clenching at nothing. What he’d put in me earlier followed in a warm smear. He caught it with two fingers and pushed it back into my cunt instead.“Don’t waste it.”Lube next. Cold. He poured it down my crack and wor
The tape mark was a strip of gaffer tape on cold concrete.I knelt on it until my knees went numb and the leak from breakfast dried in a shiny track down my thigh. The studio under the lake house was all black walls and softboxes and a bed that wasn’t for sleeping. Coils of rope hung from a pegboard. A camera waited on a tripod like it had been pointed at this mark on purpose.Alexander came down an hour later with coffee in one hand and a remote in the other. He set the mug on a crate, walked a slow circle around my naked body, and stopped behind me.“Chin up. Tits out. You look like a girl who got fucked in a kitchen and then remembered to be ashamed. Drop the shame. Keep the used look.”The camera clicked.Not a phone. A real shutter. Each one sounded like a lock closing.“Hands behind your head,” he said. “Arch.”I did. My belly tightened. My tits lifted. He crouched, took my nipple between two fingers, and pinched until the color changed. The shutter went again.“You’re going to
I woke up with his cum dried on my inner thigh and my door standing open like an invitation I hadn’t meant to send.The lake house was quiet except for the tick of heat in the vents and the lake hitting ice somewhere below the windows. I was twenty-four years old, naked in my stepfather’s guest room, legs still loose from how I’d fallen asleep because he’d told me to keep them that way. When I sat up, the dried mess pulled at my skin. I didn’t wash it off.The hallway runner was rough under my knees.I crawled because walking felt like cheating. My tits hung and swayed. My ass was cold. By the time I reached the kitchen tile my nipples were tight and my mouth was already open.Alexander stood at the stove in black sweatpants and nothing else. Coffee. Bacon. The same body that used to stay on the other side of a marriage. He didn’t turn around until I was at his feet.“Good,” he said. “Hands behind your back. Tongue out.”I locked my wrists and stuck my tongue out. He pushed the waistb
The men who broke my door didn’t care that I was in a towel.They wanted one hundred ninety-two thousand dollars by Friday or they were coming back for pieces of me that wouldn’t show up in a police report. My mother was in Arizona with a new husband who didn’t take my calls. My bank account had eighty-four dollars in it. The only number left in my phone that could move that kind of money belonged to the man I was not supposed to need.Alexander Crowe.My mother’s ex-husband. My stepfather for twenty-six months and then a ghost.I called him from the hallway floor with the door hanging off one hinge and snow blowing in around my bare feet.He picked up on the second ring.“Nora.”Not hello. Just my name, like he’d been waiting for it.“I need help,” I said. My voice sounded small and ugly. “They’ll come back.”Silence. Then, quiet and certain: “Pack one bag. Drive north. The lake house. You will be here before midnight. You will stay six nights. You will do what I tell you. On the mor
Lila woke up with a gasp, her body still humming from the shameful secret she had committed in the kitchen the night before. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, but the pink vibrator hidden under her pillow felt like it was burning a hole through her thoughts.Her phone buzzed on the nightstand
The heavy click of the front door locking echoed through the massive mansion like a gunshot in the silence.Lila stood frozen in the kitchen, her heart hammering so violently she could feel it in her throat. Damien was gone. Really gone. The house felt emptier than ever, yet somehow more dangerous.
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







