LOGINChapter 4 - Tattoo My Ass He got both hands on me and squeezed and rolled and pulled, working them in his palms like dough, and my nipples went stiff as wire under his hands and I moaned at the ceiling and my knees went weak. He gathered them together and squeezed them hard against each other and the flesh pushed up between his fingers and my hands came up onto his wrists to hold him there. Then his mouth came down on the right one and he sucked it in hard, his tongue flat and his teeth behind it, and I grabbed the back of his head and said, "Ahh… God… yes… Suck them. Ohh." He pulled off with a wet pop and switched to the other one and sucked that one too, hard and sloppy, and I could feel the pull of it in my cunt, a heavy throbbing pull every time his mouth worked, a line of wet from my nipple straight down the middle of me. Then he pulled off that one and got both hands on me and squeezed again and I whined and pushed into him. "Now," he said against my skin, "I want t
Chapter 3 - Touch Me "I’m going to cum… ohh my god… I'm going to cum on your cock…" "Fucking do it.” I came and it came up through my whole body and my back arched and my mouth was wide open and my heels digging into his back, and he kept driving through it all. "Ohh… fuck…" His hips stuttered and he dropped his forehead to my shoulder. "You're… ahh… you're gripping me… fuck…" He pulled out. Rolled the condom off, and I had just enough time to see it, thick and flushed and slick, before his fist closed on it and he came across my belly and my ribs, and it was hot on my skin and it kept coming and he stood there breathing like he'd been running. "Don't move," he said, and got a paper towel and cleaned me up himself, carefully round the fresh tattoo and not so carefully everywhere else. "The ink needs air. Half an hour before the film goes back on. Then… mmmh… then we'll see about you standing up." "I don't think I can stand up." "Then sit there." He did his jeans up a
Chapter 2 - New Tattoo "Your breathing's changed," he said, not stopping. “Are you good?” "I'm fine." The needle lifted and he wiped the skin and I felt his thumb go along the new line of ink and my hips moved, just slightly, and his hand came down flat on my hip and held me still, and I made a sound into the chair. "Nghh," “It's a long appointment and it's a lot of skin." He kept working. "But you're going to lie still for me or you're going to get a bent line and I don't do bent lines." "I'll lie still." "That's good." He worked another twenty minutes and I lay still and the wetness got worse and I could feel it dampening my knickers and the inside of my thighs, and I had my forehead down on my arms and my breath coming shallow and every drag of the needle made it worse. Then he stopped. The machine stopped. He set it down. "Turn over.” "What?" "Turn over." He stood back with his arms folded. "On your back." I turned over onto my back and he stood over me with the la
Chapter 5 - Caught and Humiliated And the worst part, the very worst part, was the way her voice changed when he said that… went soft and wobbly, that little catch in it. "It's good to see you too," she said. "God, this is so weird." I slid down the bathroom wall until I was sitting on the floor with my knees up, my heart still pounding, and I did not hear what they said next, because I was listening to my own blood in my ears. And then, over the sound of that, I heard the words that turned my stomach to ice. Priya laughed. "Hey… where'd all my stuff go? Elena was supposed to be packing the closet." Footsteps. "And the bed's all wrecked. What did you do?” I closed my eyes in the dark. Oh no. The bathroom door opened. I hadn't even heard her footsteps over the blood in my ears, and then she was in front of me. And I was sitting on the tile floor with my hair wrecked and my neck bitten red and my leggings on inside out. The laugh died. "Elena." "Priya." I go
Chapter 4 - Priya "Stop saying her name." He nudged my legs apart with his knee. "Just… stop talking about her.” I didn't have a comeback for that. I put my head back on the mattress and spread my legs and watched his face as he took his cock in his hand and lined up and pushed it in "Ahh…" The sound came out of me high and thin. "Oh… fuck… god…" He went slow and careful and I watched his jaw go tight, his mouth open and he got halfway and stopped, his forehead coming down to rest on my shoulder. "Fuck," he said, quiet and rough. "Elena. You're so…" "Just do it," I said. "I'm not going to break. Nghh…" He pushed in the rest of the way in one long steady stroke and I felt every inch of it open me up and my nails sank into his shoulders and I arched up under him and made a sound I was glad his neighbors were going to hear. "Ahh… fuck…" He held it there. All the way in, his head down, breathing hard against my throat. "You're going to have to move eventually," I said. "I kno
Chapter 3 - Sex With Him He stared at me. Then something changed in his face, a quick sharp thing, and in two strides he was on me. He kissed me the way I'd imagined it a hundred times worse than it actually was, one hand coming up to the side of my face and the other flat on my lower back, pulling me in so fast my footing went and I had to grab his shirt to stay up. His mouth was hot and he tasted like coffee and something else, and he kissed like a man making a point… no hesitation at all, his tongue sliding against mine, his hands sliding down to grab my ass and haul me against his front so I could feel exactly what the last five minutes had done to him. "Ahh…" I pulled back half an inch. "The door… Matthew, it's open." He reached back without looking and kicked it shut, and it thumped home, and then he had me walking backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I went down on it, and he went down with me, catching himself on one arm over me. "You're sure," he said
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. 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.
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
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







