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SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories BOSS’S OFFICE PET PLAY (II)
Chapter 2This is humiliating, but it’s turning me on so much.He’s seeing me like this, vulnerable, and he likes it.He stopped in front of me again, holding up the collar.“Now, kneel,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.My legs gave way, and I dropped to my knees on the carpet. It was rough against my skin, scratching a little, but I ignored it.He leaned down, wrapping the leather around my neck.It was cool at first, then warmed to my skin as he buckled it tight, not choking but snug enough to remind me it was there.He clipped the leash on, giving it a gentle tug that made me lean forward slightly.“Good girl,” he murmured, and those words sent a rush of heat through me. My clit pulsed, and I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache.He knows what that does to me. From my blog. Fuck.“What happens now?”I asked, looking up at him from the floor, my voice small and uncertain.He pointed under his desk.“Crawl over there. I have a conference call starting soon. You
SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories STORY 57: BOSS’S OFFICE PET PLAY (I)
Loe’s POVI pushed through the heavy glass doors of the office building, my chest heaving from the mad dash across the parking lot.The elevator was out of order again, so I had taken the stairs two at a time, my high heels echoing in the stairwell like gunshots.By the time I reached the top floor, sweat trickled down my back, soaking into the fabric of my blouse, and my hair stuck to my neck in damp strands.I glanced at my watch, cursing under my breath.Ten minutes late.Mr. Carter despised people who couldn’t show up on time, and I knew he would make me pay for it somehow.I straightened my skirt, took a deep breath to steady myself, and knocked on his office door before pushing it open.“I’m really sorry for being late, Mr. Carter,” I said, stepping inside and closing the door behind me with a soft click.My voice came out a little breathless, and I could feel my heart still racing from the climb.The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every sound feel amplified.His de
SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories MY STEPBROTHER IS A PERVERT (II)
Chapter 2His words were straight-up crude, bossing me around, and as I shifted my feet apart, arching my back deeper, I felt my pussy lips part slightly, my clit exposed, and a rush of wetness hit me between my thighs, betraying how turned on I was getting despite everything.The camera kept clicking, him circling me like a predator, and I bit my lip hard, my thighs starting to quiver from holding the position.He’s staring at my most private parts, like he owns them, and my body’s getting wetter.This is so wrong, I should hate it, but the heat building inside me says otherwise.Stop reacting like this, Clara, he’s your stepbrother.Ethan kept going, his voice getting huskier.“Bra’s next.Reach back and unhook it, let it drop to the floor, then cup those tits and pinch your nipples hard for the camera.”He sat down on the edge of the bed, angling his phone up to catch everything.My fingers were clumsy on the clasp, but I got it undone, the straps slipping down my shoulders until t
SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories STORY 56: MY STEPBROTHER IS A PERVERT (I)
Chapter 1Clara’s POVI stood in the hallway, my hand on the doorknob to Ethan’s room, which was cracked open just enough for me to peek inside.The house felt empty without our parents around, gone for the whole weekend on some trip, leaving just me and him to deal with each other.We had never been super close since Mom married his dad two years ago, but we got by with the usual step-sibling stuff, like sharing the bathroom or arguing over the TV remote.Right now, though, I needed to ask him something simple.“Ethan, have you seen my black lace panties anywhere? You know, the pair with the tiny bow right on the front?”My voice came out casual, like it was no big deal, but inside I was getting frustrated because a few pairs had gone missing from my laundry basket lately, and the last thing I wanted was to head to class without anything under my jeans.He was sitting at his desk, bent over his laptop with one earbud in, typing away at whatever he was working on.When he heard me, he
SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories TATTOS MACHINE (II, End)
Chapter 2“Just doing my job, kid. But if it’s too much, I can stop teasing the edges.”She emphasized the word, her free hand sliding the sheet up just enough to expose the base of my cock, the head poking out red and swollen.“Or maybe you like it. Groaning like that, you’re making me think you want more.”My heart pounded, a mix of embarrassment and raw lust flooding me.She’s gotta be messing with me, but fuck, it feels good.I could feel the wetness from pre-cum soaking the sheet, my thighs trembling from the ongoing sting of the needle.“Felicia, come on… this is weird.”“Weird? Nah, it’s human. Look at you, hard as a rock while I mark your skin. Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this since you booked the appointment.”She paused the gun again, dipping it in ink, and this time, her gloved thumb grazed the underside of my shaft, light as a feather but enough to make me hiss.“Tell me to stop if you want, but I don’t think you do.”I didn’t.The session dragged on, her teasing ram
SINFUL PLEASURES: Short Flithy Stories STORY 55: TATTOS MACHINE (I)
Chapter 1Adrian POV“Hey, Felicia, I’m here for that thigh piece we talked about,” I said as I pushed open the door to the tattoo studio, the bell jingling above me like it always did.The place smelled like ink and antiseptic, mixed with that faint leather scent from the chairs, and it hit me right away, making my stomach twist a little with nerves.I’d been hyped for this massive design for weeks, but now that I was standing there, the reality of needles digging into my skin for hours felt heavier.Felicia looked up from her sketchbook at the counter, her dark hair tied back in a messy ponytail, those sharp green eyes locking onto mine with a smirk that made me shift my weight.She was in her usual getup, black tank top hugging her curves, jeans that looked painted on, and her arms covered in colorful tattoos that told stories I could only guess at.At forty, she carried herself like she owned every room she walked into, confident and unapologetic, which is why I’d picked her shop
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