MasukChapter 5 - Take it All He made me keep it in all morning. I sat at the kitchen table and ate the breakfast he made me with my legs pressed together and his come still warm inside me, and every time I shifted in the chair I felt it move, and every time I felt it move I got wet again. That night he fucked me in the bedroom. He stripped me slowly, one piece at a time, and laid me out on the bed on my back and stood over me at the foot of the bed and looked at me for a long time. Then he got on the bed and knelt between my legs and bent down and put his mouth on my pussy. "Nghh… fuck!” I cried out and my hands flew down and grabbed his hair and my hips came up off the bed and he held them down with one hand flat on my stomach and licked me slow and deep. His tongue moved in long flat strokes from my hole to my clit and back and I moaned and my thighs shook and I pulled his hair and he didn't stop. "Oh my god… Raymond…" He sucked my clit between his lips and flicked
Chapter 4 - Keep It In I woke up in his bed with the sheet tangled around my legs and the ache between my thighs still there. He was in the kitchen with his back to me, standing at the counter in a t-shirt and sweatpants with a cup of coffee in his hand, and he turned around when he heard me come in and looked at me standing there naked in the doorway. "Good morning," he said. "Good morning." "Did you sleep well?” "Yes, I did." I walked over to him and stood on the other side of the island with my hands flat on the marble. "I want to touch myself." He set his coffee down and looked at me for a long moment. "No," he said. "Not this morning. This morning you're going to cum on my cock and then you're going to lay there and keep it in." "Keep it in?" "My cum. You're going to keep it inside you after I'm done." He picked his coffee back up and took a sip and watched me over the rim of the cup. "That's how this works now. Every time I fuck you, you keep it in. You don
Chapter 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
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
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







