LOGINEmma's POV. Morning light hit me like an accusation. I woke up sticky, sore in the best and worst ways, Mark’s dried cum still marking my inner thighs and the sheets beneath me. The guest room smelled faintly of sex. I stared at the ceiling, my heart pounding as memories flooded back—his thick cock stretching me, the way he’d filled me so completely, calling me tighter than my own sister. Shame burned my cheeks, but my pussy clenched at the thought, already growing wet again. “What the hell is wrong with me?”I showered quickly, scrubbing every trace of him from my skin, but I couldn’t wash away the marks: faint bruises on my hips from his grip, a hickey just below my collarbone that I’d have to hide with makeup. Claire would notice if I wasn’t careful. My sister. The one who had always protected me, shared everything with me. Now I was sharing her husband in the most unforgivable way.Downstairs, the kitchen was bright and cheerful. Claire was making pancakes, humming happily in yog
Emma's POV.The rest of the day was pure torture. Claire kept us busy—unpacking wedding gifts, laughing over photo albums on her phone, planning their Bali trip like the future was a bright, uncomplicated road ahead. Every time she touched Mark’s arm or leaned in to kiss his cheek, my stomach clenched with a toxic mix of guilt and envy. I smiled through it all, playing the supportive little sister, but my body was a live wire. My pussy still throbbed from the kitchen island, my nipples sensitive against the fabric of my tank top. Mark moved through the house like nothing had happened, charming, attentive to Claire, the perfect husband, yet every glance he sent my way burned.During lunch, his hand brushed my thigh under the table while Claire stepped away to take a work call. At the pool later that afternoon, while Claire swam laps, he “helped” me with sunscreen, his fingers lingering too long on the curve of my ass where my bikini bottoms rode up. “Tonight,” he whispered against my e
Emma's POV. I barely slept. The silk nightie felt too thin, too slippery against my skin, and every time I shifted in the guest bed, the ache between my thighs reminded me of Mark’s fingers brushing my hair, his low voice calling me “sis” like it was a filthy secret. I touched myself once, quietly, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood, imagining it was his hand instead of mine. The orgasm was sharp and unsatisfying. Guilt flooded in right after, hot and bitter. Claire was right down the hall, sleeping next to her new husband... my brother-in-law.Morning light filtered through the blinds when I finally dragged myself out of bed. I pulled on a loose tank top and soft cotton shorts, nothing seductive, hoping the casual look would help me play normal. My reflection in the mirror looked flushed, eyes too bright. “Get it together, Emma.”Downstairs, the kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and bacon. Claire was already there, humming as she flipped eggs in a pan, her blonde ponytail swinging
Emma's POV. I stood in the doorway of my sister’s new home, the scent of fresh paint and expensive cologne still lingering in the air. The wedding had been perfect—white roses, crystal chandeliers, and my sister Claire glowing like she’d won the lottery. She always did. Beautiful, successful, the golden child. And now she was married to him.Mark... my brother-in-law.I watched him from across the living room as he carried the last of the gift boxes inside, his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms corded with muscle. Sweat glistened at the base of his throat. He caught me staring and flashed that easy, crooked smile that made my stomach tighten in ways it absolutely shouldn’t.“Need help with those bags, Emma?” His voice was low, a little rough from the long day. He set the box down and wiped his hands on his thighs, drawing my eyes exactly where they didn’t belong.“I’ve got it,” I said quickly, forcing a smile. My heels clicked on the marble
Chloe's POV. I stood in the middle of the penthouse living room the next evening, wearing nothing but the delicate black leather collar around my throat, the gold bracelet locked on my wrist, and a pair of sheer white thigh-high stockings Damien had chosen. The city lights sparkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me, but all I could focus on was him—my Daddy, my owner, my everything, watching me with those dark, possessive eyes as he slowly circled me.“You’re breathtaking, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent. One large hand trailed down my spine, over the curve of my ass, then between my cheeks to tap the base of the silver plug still nestled inside me. “Completely marked. Completely mine.”I shivered, my nipples tight, my pussy already dripping down my thighs. “Yes, Daddy. I belong to you. Body, heart, soul… everything.”He pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth as thoroughly as he’d claimed every other part of me. When h
Chloe's POV. I woke slowly the next morning, the delicate black leather collar still snug around my throat. Damien’s fingers were already tracing the engraved initial on the silver ring as I stirred. His thick cock was buried deep inside me from behind, where he must have slipped back in while I slept, keeping me plugged and full all night.“Morning, my collared little princess,” he murmured, his voice rough with possession. He rocked his hips lazily, grinding deep as one hand slid down to rub my clit. “Feel that? Daddy’s cock has been keeping your womb warm. You’re going to stay full like this forever.”I moaned softly, pushing back against him, the collar a constant reminder of my surrender. “Yes, Daddy… I’m yours. Collared. Bred. Owned.”He fucked me like that for a long, luxurious time with slow, possessive strokes that built steadily until I was trembling and begging. When I came, clenching hard around him, he followed with a deep groan, flooding me once more. Only then did he p
Mia’s POV.The month was over.Sarah had called last night, her voice had been bright and excited through the speaker. “I’m coming home tomorrow! Flight lands around noon. Can’t wait to see you and Jax. The house better not be a disaster!” She’d laughed, completely unaware that the house was drench
Mia’s POV.The next morning, small rays of sunlight streamed through the half-closed blinds of Jax’s bedroom, warming my bare skin. I stirred slowly, my body already humming with residual ache from yesterday’s endless claiming. My cunt felt tender and swollen, still faintly leaking the multiple loa
Mia’s POV.The adrenaline from the video call with Jax’s parents lingered for days, turning every moment into a live wire of fear and arousal. By the start of the third week, our secret had taken on a life of its own. We were bolder, sloppier and hungrier. The house no longer felt like a borrowed s
Mia’s POV. I woke up to his mouth on me. My legs were already spread wide, his broad shoulders between them as he licked slow, deliberate stripes up my cunt. He’d clearly been at it for a while because my thighs were slick, my clit throbbing under the attention of his tongue. I moaned softly, thr







