LOGINChapter 3 - The Deal Here's the deal," I said. "Your silence for mine. No one knows about the cameras. No one knows what you did. But from now on, you belong to me. You do what I say. When I say. How I say." He swallowed. "Chloe…" "Call me Miss Chloe." He stared at me. The silence stretched. I could see him weighing it, the risk and the reward, the shame and the wanting. I saw everything. "Yes, Miss Chloe." I smiled. "Good boy." I stepped back and gestured at the floor. "Get on your knees." He hesitated for a while and then his knees touched the floor. I stood over him, looking down at the top of his head. "Look at me," I said. He raised his eyes. "You've been watching me for three months," I said. "Haven't you?" He swallowed. His throat moved. "Yes." "Tell me what you've seen." "Everything." His voice cracked on the word. "I've seen everything, Miss Chloe. I've seen you make coffee in the morning. I've seen you watch TV at night. I've seen you change
Chapter 2 - The Discovery I woke up feeling like I hadn't slept at all. I lay in bed for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to the muffled sounds of Sandra moving around in the kitchen. Coffee brewing. A cabinet opening and closing. The low hum of her voice singing along to something on her phone. I pushed myself up and walked out to the living room. Sandra was standing at the counter in her pajamas, holding a mug. "Morning," she said. "You look like shit." "Thanks. You really know how to make a girl feel good." She laughed and poured me a cup. I took it and stood by the window, looking out at the street. "Did you sleep well?" Sandra asked. "Not really,” I sighed. “Kept thinking about stuff." "First night jitters,” she smiled. “You'll be fine tonight." I hoped so. I wanted to believe that the red dot had been nothing, a reflection, a trick of tired eyes. But I'd lain awake for hours after I'd seen it, and I'd thought about it, and I'd decided that I
Chapter 1 - The Red Dot The call came on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was already losing hope. I'd been sprawled across my bed for three hours, thumb aching from scrolling, eyes blurry from squinting at listing photos that all looked the same. Grainy kitchen shots. Bedrooms with weird stains on the carpet. Bathrooms that made me want to shower with my shoes on. Every affordable place was a disaster, and every nice place cost more than I made in a month. My phone buzzed and I grabbed it like a lifeline. "Tell me you have good news," I said. Sandra sighed into the speaker. "Not really. Everything's either too expensive or too far or both. I've been at it for three hours and I want to throw my laptop out the window." "Same." I stared at the ceiling, tracing a crack with my eyes. "I don't know how we're supposed to afford anything on our salaries. Maybe we should just rent a closet somewhere." "Don't tempt me." She paused, and I heard her typing in the background. "Hey, let me ask my
Tab 7 Fucked by my Stepdad's brother 💋💦💦💦 Chapter 7: Fucked on the couch 🥵💦💦 Roman didn’t move. Neither did I “Maya,” he said finally. His voice was rough. “I—” I walked toward him before he could finish. I don’t remember deciding to do it. One second I was standing at the bottom of the stairs. The next second I was standing between his knees. Roman stared up at me, his eyes dark, chest rising and falling fast. His hand slowly let go of himself, but he was still hard, still slick at the tip. “How long?” I asked. My voice came out unsteady. He swallowed. “Longer than I should admit.” This was wrong. He was Craig’s brother. He was staying in our house. And I still couldn’t make myself step back. Roman lifted a hand slowly, giving me time to move away. When I didn’t, he rested it on the side of my thigh. My breath caught. “Tell me to stop,” he said. I shook my head once. And that was all it took. He pulled me down onto his lap. My knees
Fucked by my Stepdad's brother 💋💦💦💦 Chapter 6: Caught 🍆🍆🍆 I woke up tense and when I went downstairs, Roman was in the kitchen again. We said quiet mornings to each other. We moved around the same space without really saying a word to each other. . “You sleep okay?” he asked at one point. “Yeah.” I spent most of the morning in my room, then on the back porch, then back in my room again. Every time I came downstairs for something small like a glass of water, my charger, a snack, Roman just seemed to be nearby. In the living room. In the hallway. Once in the kitchen leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, watching me as I walked in like he had been waiting. “You’re restless today,” he said. “I’m fine.” “You keep walking in circles around the house.” I opened the fridge just to have somewhere to look. “Just bored.” “Yeah,” he said quietly. “Me too.” The way he said it made my throat feel tight. I grabbed a bottle of water and left withou
Tab 5 Fucked by my Stepdad's brother 💋💦💦💦 Chapter 5: Temptation 🫦💦💦 I spent most of the afternoon trying to act normal. But it didn’t work. Every time I walked into a room and Roman was already there, the moment felt charged. We both pretended it was fine. We both failed at it. I would go into the kitchen for a snack and find him leaning against the counter with a glass of water. Our eyes would meet for a second too long before one of us looked away. I would walk down the hallway and nearly bump into him coming out of the bathroom. By evening, the tension in the house had really increased. I made a simple dinner and Roman came into the kitchen while I was plating the food. He didn’t ask if I needed help this time. He just stood there for a moment, watching me. “You want to eat in the living room?” he asked. “Sure.” We carried our plates to the couch. The television was on, but neither of us paid real attention to it. I kept my eyes on my food.
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
I froze. My heart dropped into my stomach, then started pounding against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. The screen was still glowing, showing the end of the scene. I looked at the darkness near the stairs, then back at Vaughan."I... I just came down to get a glass of water," I lied—a very
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.







