LOGINSome lines aren't meant to be crossed. We cross them anyway. A struggling artist signs a contract to become a billionaire's live-in muse, in exchange for her to surrender her body, and even her soul. A college student watches his best friend's father through the window. The father watches back. And puts on a show. A therapist knows every trigger point of his patient's body. Late-night sessions become something far less professional. A man confesses his darkest desires to a priest who's bound by vows to only listen. The priest's restraint shatters. A photographer's lens captures more than boudoir photos. Eventually, he puts down the camera. Two stepbrothers' best friends steal moments in a house full of people who can't know. The risk makes it hotter. A student loses a dare and brings a vibrator to her strictest professor's class. He hacks it. Control it and own her. Two rival lawyers hate each other in court. In hotel rooms, they work out their aggression the only way that satisfies. This isn't romance. This is an obsession collection not for the faint hearted. GET WET. GET WILD. GET LOST IN THE FORBIDDEN.
View MoreMY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER - STORY 2~Marcus’s POV~I was already damned, so why pretend otherwise?Last night in the kitchen I had my son’s best friend on his knees, then bent over, tongue-fucking his virgin hole until he shot thick ropes of cum all over the wall while shaking. I loved the fact that I was his first. It was the next afternoon. Ethan had finally crashed hard after gaming until sunrise — snoring like a dead man in his room. It was a perfect day to have my little forbidden cum shot with his friend. I went downstairs and saw him in the kitchen.So I sent him a text. He might respond and might not whichever, I will have him.[ Meet me at the Pool. Now. Don’t make me wait, boy.]I went out first. The backyard pool was completely secluded with high fences and dense trees, no one could see in. I had prepared everything earlier when I found Ethan was sleeping.I had thick towels spread over the wide lounge chair, a bottle of warming massage oil, and a large tube of slick silic
MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER - STORY 2~Jamie's POV~I shouldn't have been looking.That's what I told myself as I stood in the backyard of the Donovan house at two in the morning, staring up at the second-floor window where a light had just turned on.I was supposed to be crashing in the guest room. My best friend Ethan had invited me to stay for winter break since my own family was overseas and I had nowhere else to go.I met Ethan during my freshman year of college. We had been roommates, then best friends. He talked about his dad sometimes—Marcus Donovan, a big-shot architect who traveled a lot for work. I had seen pictures. Knew he was a single dad, and that Ethan's mom had left when Ethan was ten.But I had never actually met him. Until tonight.I arrived at the house around dinner time. Ethan had warned me his dad was home for once, which was rare. He even told me to be on my best behavior.I had promised I would be.But when Mr. Donovan opened the front door and every coherent th
~Aria's POV~I woke in Dante's bed, the sheets cool and empty beside me. My body ached everywhere. My muscles trembled. The space between my thighs felt raw and used. The night at The Collective came back in blurry flashes; hands everywhere, mouths on my skin, pleasure so overwhelming I nearly blacked out. Then Dante claiming me in front of them all, fucking me like he wanted to prove something or destroy me.I sat up slowly. On the nightstand lay an envelope with my name. My hands shook as I opened it.Inside was a check for five hundred thousand dollars. And a note in his bold handwriting.[The arrangement is over. This should cover the remaining months plus compensation for last night. Marie will help you pack. Be gone by noon. D]No explanation. No apology. Just money and a clean dismissal. I stared until the numbers blurred. Half a million dollars. Enough to erase my debts, reclaim my mother's jewelry, and start fresh.This was what I had signed up for. Freedom with security.
~Dante's POV~I didn't sleep again that night.After the bar redo and bringing her home—watching her disappear into her room without a backward glance—I lay in the dark, cock aching, fury simmering under my skin. Her words, repeating in my head. "Only you, Dante."I hated how much I craved that truth. And hated even more that it terrified me.By dawn, I had already decided what I was going to do. I will have one final session with her. I will purge her from my system, then pay her double the original amount and end this arrangement before it devours me whole.The Collective would be perfect for this.The underground art exhibition ran once a month in a downtown warehouse, invitation only, obscenely exclusive. Human models posed as sculptures, but the rules encouraged interaction. Hands, mouths, toys. Shared pleasure performed for the crowd. No full penetration by strangers. No pain. Just ecstasy on display.Since I couldn't share at the club, I will do it at the collective. Let doz






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