MasukChapter 3 - The First Night I woke up in his bed. I was naked under them. I heard the shower turn off. He pulled his shirt on and buttoned it and turned around and looked at me sitting up in his bed with the sheet clutched to my chest, and something moved behind his eyes. "Come here," he said. I got out of bed and walked over to him naked and stood in front of him, and he looked at me for a long moment and then reached out and took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted my face up toward his. He let go of my chin. "Get on your knees." I got on my knees on the floor of his bedroom with the carpet rough under my knees and looked up at him, and he undid his towel and let it drop and his cock was already half hard and I looked at it and my mouth watered. "Open your mouth," he said. I opened my mouth and he pushed in his cock "Nghh… mmh…" He went in slowly and I felt my jaw stretch around him and my eyes water immediately, and he held there with his hand in my hai
Chapter 2 - Mission to Conceive I lay down on the couch on my back and he stood over me and looked at me for a long moment, and then he pulled his tie loose and undid the top buttons of his shirt and rolled his sleeves up over his forearms. He didn't take his shirt off. He just knelt down on the floor beside the couch and put one hand flat on my stomach and slid it down between my legs. I was already wet. I'd been wet since the office, since the moment he'd said I want to fuck you until you're pregnant, and I hated myself for it and I couldn't help it, and when his fingers slid through my cunt I gasped and my hips came up off the couch. “Nghh…” "You're soaked," he said. "Is your body always this responsive?” "Yes." "Well that's a good thing.” He pushed two fingers into me and I moaned out and grabbed the edge of the couch cushion and he worked them in and out of me slow and deep and curled them up against the spot inside me that made my knees buckle. I was so wet that I
Chapter 1 - The Breeding ContractThe office was on the fourteenth floor and the windows looked out over the river, and I sat in the leather chair across from the desk with my portfolio in my lap and my heart going harder than it had any right to.I was twenty-five years old and I owed eighty-six thousand dollars. That was the number I woke up with every morning and went to sleep with every night, the number that sat on my chest like a hand, the number that had eaten the last three years of my life… the student loans from the master's degree I'd finished and the private loans from the year I'd spent sick and uninsured and the credit card debt I'd racked up doing nothing more extravagant than paying rent in a city that didn't want me. I'd done the math a hundred times. On my salary I'd be paying it off until I was forty. Forty. I'd be forty years old before I owned my own life.So when the ad had come across my screen… “Surrogacy. Generous compensation. Discretion assured.” I'd clicke
Chapter 5 - The Collar He was waiting for me when I walked in. Not at the desk this time. Standing in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back and the light coming in gray and flat off the practice field, and the door clicked shut behind me and neither of us said anything for a long moment. I walked over to him and stood in front of him with my hands at my sides and my heart going, and he looked at me for a long moment and then he reached up and undid the top button of his shirt and then the second and then the third, and pulled the collar off his neck. It was a thin black band. He'd worn it every day for two years, under his shirt, and I'd never once seen him without it. He held it in both hands and looked at it and then looked at me. "Turn around," he said. I turned around. He stepped up close behind me and and then he reached around in front of me and lifted the collar over my head and settled it around my throat. He pulled my hair out from under it
Chapter 4 - Satisfaction He went in slowly and I felt my jaw stretch around him and my eyes water immediately. He held there with his hand in my hair and didn't move. I looked up at him with wet eyes and worked the rest of him with my hand and he groaned low in his throat. "Relax your throat," he said. I tried. He pushed in deeper and I gagged hard and tears ran down my cheeks and he pulled back and let me breathe and then pushed back in, and I took him as deep as I could and worked him with my hand and my tongue and looked up at him while I did it. "Good girl," he said. "That's it. Just like that." He fucked my mouth slow and steady, one hand in my hair, and I knelt on the floor of his office and took it, and I moaned around him and he groaned and his hips jerked. I slid my free hand down between my legs and touched myself while I sucked him, and he looked down and saw me do it and something flickered across his face. "Stand up," he said. He pulled me up off the floor and t
Chapter 3 - The Office I didn't sleep that night either. I lay in my bed and I replayed it over and over. I could still feel him. Not just the soreness, though there was that, a deep ache between my legs that made me shift every time I moved, but the other thing, the feeling of being filled up and used and claimed, and every time I thought about it I got wet again. I touched myself twice before I finally fell asleep. Practice the next day was different. I was different. I ran the drills and I caught the passes and I made the shots and I moved across the field like I had something to prove, and Marcus stood on the sideline with his arms crossed and watched me with that same unreadable expression and didn't say a word. But I could feel him watching. I could feel his eyes on my legs and my hips and the back of my neck, and every time I came near the sideline I felt my face get hot and my stomach flip. I was the last one off the field. I took my time in the shower. I dried my ha
My slides didn’t make a sound. I moved like a ghost, my toes pressing into the cold tiles as I crept toward the basement door.This was the third time this week I had found myself creeping into this forbidden site. Every time I did it, my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. The h
The studio was a furnace of sweat and heat. I was pressed into the corner of the room, the heavy light stand feeling like the only thing keeping me upright. My knuckles were white from gripping the pole so hard.Right now, Mr. Row was behind Princess, his body a blur of muscle. She was bent over th
The studio was a furnace. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, expensive cologne, and the raw, heavy energy of sex. Mr. Rowe and his daughter had just finished their session—their forbidden, sweet, sticky session of fucking on camera. My skin felt too tight. My blood was roaring in my ears.
I went upstairs, my heart hammering like a drum against my ribs. I pulled on black leggings and a long, oversized shirt, though it did little to hide the way my breath hitched. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I didn't know what I was feeling. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad? Definitely not sa







