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The door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the sheet. My heart slammed against my ribs. I yanked the sheet higher like it could protect me. “What… sir… my mum…” The words tangled in my throat. I couldn’t get a full sentence out. My face felt like it was on fire and my stomach twisted with guilt. This was my mom’s husband. What the hell was he doing in here? He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, slow and quiet. “She’s wasted already, don’t worry. She’s sleeping like a rock.” “That’s not what I’m talking about,” I forced out, my voice cracking. I sat up straighter, pressing my back against the headboard. “Why are you in my room? You can’t just walk in here.” He stopped at the foot of the bed and crossed his arms, still staring at me. “What were you doing standing outside my door earlier?” I froze. My mouth opened but nothing came out. Shame flooded me. I had stood there listening to him fuck my mom, getting wetter with every moan, imagining it was me. I couldn’t admit that. Not to him. Not out loud. “I… I was just getting water,” I lied, but my voice sounded weak even to me. Dominic’s mouth curved into a small smirk. “Bullshit. I saw the way you looked at me the second I walked into the living room today. I knew you weren’t some innocent little girl the moment your nipples got hard when I smacked your mom’s ass. You wanted it. You still do.” My breath caught. Part of me wanted to scream at him to get out, to tell him this was wrong, that my mom was right down the hall. But another part… the part that had been throbbing since dinner… kept my ass glued to the bed. My ex’s words echoed in my head, boring. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I wasn’t supposed to want this. He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could smell him sweat and something darker. “Tell me how you broke up with your boyfriend.” I didn’t want to. I really didn’t but the words started spilling out anyway, like he had pulled a string inside me. “He said I was boring in bed. It was my first time with anyone and he dumped me because of it.” Dominic listened without interrupting, his eyes never leaving my face. When I finished he leaned in a little. “Let’s check if you’re boring, Lana.” My stomach dropped like I was falling. “No. My mom is right down the hall. This is wrong. You can’t…” “Shhh.” He pressed one finger to his own lips, then pointed it at me. “She’s out cold. It’s just you and me. Take your shorts off.” He commanded. I shook my head hard, even as heat pooled between my legs. “I can’t. This isn’t right. She’s my mom. You’re her husband. I shouldn’t even be talking to you like this.” But my hands were already moving. I lifted my hips and slid the thin pajama shorts down my thighs, kicking them off the bed. Cool air hit my bare pussy and I realized how soaked I was. My juices had leaked onto the sheet. I clamped my thighs shut tight, shame burning my cheeks. Dominic didn’t move from where he sat. He just stared between my legs. “Spread them wide, Lana. Let me see.” I bit my lip so hard it hurt. Every part of me screamed that I should stop this, that I should push him away and lock the door. But my legs slowly opened anyway. I felt exposed and dirty and so turned on I could barely think. My clit was swollen and aching. “Fuck, look at that pretty pussy dripping for me already,” he said, voice low and rough. He reached out and dragged two thick fingers through my folds, spreading my wetness. I gasped loud. My hips jerked without me telling them to. “Please… we shouldn’t…” I whispered, but the words died when he pushed one finger inside me. Then two. They stretched me slowly and deep. I moaned into my hand, slamming it over my mouth to keep quiet. Dominic started pumping them in and out, steady and firm. “That’s it. Feel how wet you are? Your ex was a fucking idiot. This pussy is greedy as hell.” He curled his fingers and hit a spot that made my eyes roll back. I whimpered hard against my palm. “Mmmh…fuck…” My legs shook. He added a third finger and the stretch made me moan louder. I had to bite my hand to stop from screaming. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled, fucking me faster with his fingers. Wet squelching sounds filled the room. “Hear how sloppy your cunt is for Daddy’s fingers? You’re soaking my whole hand.” I nodded frantically even though I didn’t mean to. My hips started rocking against his hand on their own. Every thrust made my tits bounce under my tank top. My nipples rubbed against the fabric and it felt too good. I was losing control. “Mmhh…oh god…Dom daddy…” I moaned into my hand, the sound muffled but desperate. He rubbed my clit with his thumb in tight, rough circles and my whole body jerked. “Keep those legs open,” he ordered. “Don’t you dare close them. I want to watch this pussy cum all over my fingers.” He went harder, faster, twisting his fingers every time he pushed in deep. My juices ran down his wrist. I was panting, sweating, my free hand gripping the sheet so tight my knuckles hurt. The pressure built so fast it scared me. I had never felt anything close to this. My ex had never made me shake like this. “I’m…fuck I’m gonna…” I tried to warn him but the words broke into a whimper. “Come on it,” he said, voice dark. “Cum like the little slut you really are.” That pushed me over. My orgasm hit me like a truck. My back arched off the bed and I screamed into my hand, the sound loud and broken. My pussy clenched around his fingers again and again, gushing wet heat all over his hand. My thighs trembled violently. Wave after wave rolled through me and he didn’t stop fingering me through it, slowing down but still deep, dragging it out until I was twitching and gasping. When it finally eased I collapsed back onto the mattress, chest heaving, legs still spread wide. My hand fell away from my mouth. I felt raw and used and completely alive. Dominic slowly pulled his fingers out of me. They were shiny and covered in my cum. He brought them to his mouth right in front of me and licked them clean, one by one, eyes locked on mine the whole time. The sight made my pussy clench again even though I had just cum. He stood up, wiped the rest on his sweatpants, and looked down at me. “If you want me to fuck you,” he said, voice low and calm, “you’re going to ask nicely. Understand?” I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, still breathing hard, body buzzing. He turned, opened the door, and walked out without another word, closing it softly behind him. I lay there in the dark, legs still trembling, pussy throbbing, mind spinning with guilt and want and the sick feeling that I already knew what I was going to ask him next.Eliana The next board session ran late on purpose. Development wanted a final review of the donor recognition wall before the fabrication order went in. I stayed because the clinical seat required it and because Shawn Thorne was sitting across from me again in another perfect suit, and leaving early would have looked like retreat. By 7:40 the room had emptied to four people. By 7:55 it was him, me, and a junior development officer who finally took a phone call in the hall and did not come back. The door stayed open. The building hummed. Shawn closed his folder and looked at me over the wreckage of water glasses and marked-up floor plans. “You have rounds.” “Not until nine.” “Then you have time.” “For what.” “The staffing model you mentioned in the wing. You never finished the risk column.” It was a thin excuse and we both knew it. I should have packed my bag. Instead I pulled the relevant page from my folder and slid it across the table. Shawn stood, walked around, and sat i
Shawn I canceled two calls on the ride back to the office and still could not get the cafeteria out of my head. Dr. Eliana Rossi. Thirty. White coat over a blouse that had seen an actual shift. No performance smile. No donor-handling voice. She had looked at my check the way she looked at a lab result that did not impress her and then explained transfer delays like I was intelligent enough to keep up. That alone put her in a category most people never reached. I wanted her attention again. Not the room’s. Hers. Thursday’s design walkthrough was a formality for most of the board. For me it was a scheduled collision. I arrived early and took the same seat across from where she had sat the first time. When she walked in at 4:58 with her hair pulled back and the same unimpressed calm, something in my chest pulled tight. She nodded at the chair. She did not look at me until she had opened her folder. When she finally did, the contact was brief and exact, like she was confirming a vital
Eliana The boardroom on the twelfth floor smelled like coffee and new money. I took the seat two down from the chair, white coat still on over my blouse because I had come straight from rounds and refused to perform the polished version of myself for people who wrote checks and called it medicine. The agenda sat in front of me. Expansion of the cardiac wing. Naming rights. A donor who wanted his name on glass and steel in return for a number that would keep the wing open for a decade. Shawn Thorne walked in seven minutes late and did not apologize. I had seen his face on the financial news and once on a billboard near the airport. Thirty-three. Dark suit that looked poured on. No tie. The kind of calm that came from never having to raise his voice to get a room to rearrange itself around him. He shook hands with the chair, with the development officer, with the chief of staff. When he reached my side of the table he paused. “Dr. Rossi.” “Mr. Thorne.” His eyes held mine a secon
Mara I woke to the sound of Ethan moving in the kitchen. The guest room ceiling was unfamiliar in the gray morning light. My body held the ache of the living room floor and the deeper bruise of being seen. I sat up, looked at the ring on my hand, and took it off. The pale band of skin underneath looked permanent. I set the ring on the nightstand and left it there. Ethan was at the counter with coffee when I came down. He had not slept much. The takeout bag from the night before sat in the trash. He glanced at my bare left hand and then at my face and nodded once as if a prediction had come true. “You’re leaving,” he said. “Yes.” “For him.” “For me. And yes, for him.” He wrapped both hands around his mug. The house felt smaller with the truth sitting at the table between us. Outside a neighbor’s car door shut. Life continued on the street as if the Ellison marriage had not ended on a living room rug the night before. “I keep replaying Friday,” Ethan said. “The way he looked at
Mara Tuesday started like any other day built on a lie. Ethan kissed my cheek at the door at 7:40 and left for the office with his travel mug and a reminder that his late meeting meant he would not be home until after nine. I smiled. I told him to drive safe. I shut the door and leaned against it until the sound of his car faded down the street. At 6:03 I unlocked the back door. At 6:10 Adrian walked in. He did not speak. He crossed the kitchen, backed me into the counter, and kissed me like the three days since the bathroom had been a form of starvation. I got his shirt off. He dragged my leggings down. We made it as far as the living room rug before he pushed into me on the floor with my legs over his shoulders and my hands braced on the coffee table leg. He fucked me deep and steady while the house stayed quiet around us and the last of the daylight drained out of the windows. “Missed this cunt,” he muttered against my mouth. “Missed watching you take me. Missed filling you w
Mara Ethan walked through the front door at 8:40 with his suitcase and a smile that looked genuine from a distance. I met him in the entry. He kissed my cheek first, then my mouth, brief and familiar. His arms closed around me and I hugged him back while my body still held the deep ache of his brother bending me over in the hallway less than twenty-four hours earlier. Ethan smelled like plane air and the cologne he kept in his carry-on. I smiled when he pulled back because smiling was what the moment required. “Missed you,” he said. “Missed you too.” He talked through dinner about the meetings and the food in Singapore and a colleague who had gotten engaged. I passed him water and asked the right questions and felt Adrian’s absence in the house like a held breath. Ethan’s phone sat face up on the table. At 9:15 it lit with a message from Adrian. Ethan glanced at it and laughed. “He’s asking if the deck survived my inspection. I told him to come by Friday for dinner. Hope that’s
LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le







