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Cunt on the Train Part 4

Author: SwaanBlack
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-05 17:24:35

She followed him out of the washroom, her legs still unsteady. The train car was still empty, a private, moving world for just the two of them. She felt different. The collar around her neck felt heavier, more permanent. The taste of him was still in her mouth. The ache between her legs was a pleasant, constant reminder of his possession. She sat back down in her seat, and he sat opposite her again, just as he had at the beginning. But everything had changed.

He watched her as she clumsily re-buttoned her dress, her fingers still trembling. She felt his gaze like a physical touch, a brand on her skin. She was no longer just a woman on a train. She was his. The thought was both terrifying and profoundly liberating.

“Your name,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

“Elara,” she whispered.

“Elara,” he repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like he was tasting it. “It’s a beautiful name. My name is Caine.”

Caine. It suited him. Strong, sharp, a little dangerous.

“Where are we going, Caine?”
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    Maya woke slowly, awareness drifting back like warm water rising around her. She was still wrapped in Étienne’s arms, his body a solid, comforting weight behind her. One of his hands rested low on her belly, fingers splayed possessively. The other arm was tucked beneath her head, his forearm serving as her pillow all night.She could feel him breathing against her neck. Deep, even, peaceful. His cock, soft now, rested heavy and warm against the curve of her ass. Between her thighs the evidence of last night lingered: dried cum flaking on her skin, the faint soreness in both holes, the tender ache of welts and bites that bloomed across her body like quiet signatures.She didn’t move at first. Simply existed in the cocoon of him.Then she felt his breathing change. Subtle. A shift from sleep to wakefulness. His fingers flexed lightly against her stomach. A low hum vibrated through his chest into her back.“Morning, mon cœur,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, lips brushing the shell

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    The basement air clung to their skin like a second lover, thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and the sharp metallic bite of lube and cum. Maya lay curled against Étienne’s chest on the wide leather chaise, blanket draped loosely over her hips, her body still humming from the last brutal wave he’d dragged out of her. Every breath pulled at the fresh welts across her thighs, the deep ache in both holes, the sticky film that coated her from navel to knees.She thought he might let her rest.She was wrong.His hand slid down her spine, slow and possessive, fingers tracing the faint ridges where the crop had kissed her earlier. When he reached the small of her back he pressed, urging her onto her stomach.“Up on your knees,” he said, voice gravel and smoke. “Ass high. Face down. Show me what’s mine.”Maya obeyed without thought. Knees spread wide on the chaise, chest pressed to the cool leather, cheek turned to the side so she could watch him in the low red glow. The position lifted h

  • Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories   Wet Panties 4

    The night had stretched long and slow, the kind of hours that blur into one another when desire refuses to let go. Maya lay on the ruined sheets of the upper room, body heavy with everything Étienne had poured into her, when she heard the soft creak of the bathroom door.He stepped out barefoot, towel wrapped low around his hips, skin still gleaming from the shower. Water traced lazy paths down his chest, catching the dim red light like liquid fire. His hair hung darker, wet strands clinging to his forehead and the back of his neck. He looked at her, not with the feral hunger of earlier, but with something quieter, deeper, almost reverent.She hadn’t moved. The thick steel plug still filled her ass, a constant, intimate pressure. His cum had been slowly seeping out of her cunt for hours, leaving sticky trails along her inner thighs and darkening the silk beneath her. Every small shift of her hips reminded her how thoroughly he had claimed her.Étienne crossed the room without hurry. H

  • Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories   Wet Panties 3

    Étienne returned at exactly nine that night.The door opened without a knock. Maya heard his footsteps, slow and deliberate, before she saw him. She hadn’t moved from the bed all day. Legs still spread. The thick steel plug still buried deep in her ass, heavy and unyielding. Her cunt had been leaking steadily since morning: his earlier load mixed with her own constant arousal. The sheets beneath her hips were soaked dark.She hadn’t touched herself. He’d told her not to.She’d obeyed.He stopped at the foot of the bed. Still in his black suit, tie loosened, top button undone. The city rain had left faint droplets on his shoulders.He looked at her like a man appraising stolen property."Show me," he said.Maya reached back with both hands. Spread her cheeks wide. The silver base of the plug gleamed between them. Her pussy lips were puffy, red, glistening. A slow thread of cum stretched from her entrance down to the sheets."Fuck," he breathed. "You kept it all in like a good little ho

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    Maya woke to the feel of Étienne’s fingers already inside her.She was still on the chaise, legs spread, wrists free now but marked red from the rope. Cum had dried on her inner thighs overnight, sticky and obscene. The fire had burned down to embers, leaving the room warm and heavy with the smell of sex, wax, and her own arousal.He hadn’t left her side all night.His thumb circled her clit in slow, lazy strokes while two fingers curled deep, stirring the mess he’d left inside her hours earlier.“Morning, slut,” he murmured against her ear. Voice rough from sleep and too many cigarettes. “You’re still leaking me.”Maya arched, thighs falling wider on instinct. “You didn’t let me sleep much.”“You came four times after I untied you. Greedy cunt wouldn’t stop clenching.” He pushed a third finger in, stretching her sore hole. “Thought you deserved a wake-up call.”She moaned low, hips rocking to meet his hand. Every movement pulled at the dried wax on her back, a delicious sting that ma

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    Rain hammered the Paris streets like it was trying to drown the city. Maya stood under the bookstore awning, trench coat drenched, silk blouse plastered to her tits so tightly she might as well have been naked. Black lace bra visible through the wet fabric, nipples stiff and obvious, begging without words.She looked at her phone. 18:52.He was late enough to piss her off, early enough that the anger only made her cunt throb harder.The black Audi rolled up slow, predatory. Passenger window dropped."Get the fuck in," Étienne said, voice low and rough. "Before I bend you over the hood and take what's mine right here."Maya stepped into the rain, heels stabbing wet asphalt. She slid into the seat, thighs spreading just enough that her skirt rode high, showing the lace tops of her stockings and a flash of bare skin above.Door shut. Heater blasted warm air over her chilled body. The car smelled like expensive leather, his cologne, and the faint musk of a man already half-hard thinking a

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