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Become The Cunt He Misses (Part 1)

Author: Tee .A.
last update publish date: 2026-09-03 15:44:23

Stepping out of the cab, the night air hits my skin like a warning. The address on the card is a black-glass building with no sign, only a single brass intercom. I press the button, and a soft male voice speaks my name as though he has been waiting years for this exact moment. The door unlocks with a quiet click.

The elevator rises without a sound. When the doors open, I enter a suite that feels more like a private theater than a hotel room. No windows. Thick carpets. A low couch the color of w
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    Fully dressed in black trousers and an open shirt, I arrive at the suite and enter. Percy stands instead of kneeling. The collar is still at his throat, but everything else is different.“You are early.” His voice carries the same low register, yet it is stripped of its usual deference.I close the door behind me. “I set the terms. You wait for me to decide.”He smiles faintly. “Do you?”The question hangs between us. I open my mouth to correct him, but the words stall. He steps closer, stopping just outside my space.“Take off the coat.”The command is quiet. My hands move before my mind catches up. The coat hits the floor. Underneath, I wear the same black dress I always do. Nothing beneath it.His eyes travel the length of me without permission. The look is no longer hungry service. It is measured. Calm. Possessive.“The dress next.”I badly want to refuse, to remind him who pays and who gives the orders. Instead, the zipper slides down my spine under my own fingers, and the fabric

  • Twisted Ecstasy    Perfect Submission (Part 2)

    Arriving at the suite, I find the air already carrying his scent. Cedar, clean skin, and that sharper note I still cannot name.Percy waits on his knees in the center of the room, a dark collar against his throat, his eyes lowered until I speak.“Look at me.”Those wet stone eyes lift.I shed the coat and the dress beneath it in two movements. Nothing underneath. I walk to him and stop.“You will not touch me with your hands. Only your mouth. Only when I allow it.”“Yes, Ma’am,” he replies obediently.I turn and walk to the wide chair. Sit. Spread my thighs. Crook one finger.He crawls forward, stops between my knees, and waits.“Show me how well you remember the taste of me.”His mouth opens against my inner thigh. Slow kisses climb higher. When he finally reaches me, he does not dive in. He breathes me in first. Then the flat of his tongue drags once from entrance to clit and stays there, circling, pressing with such precision that my hips tilt forward before I can stop them.I let

  • Twisted Ecstasy    Perfect Submission (Part 1)

    One step into the private suite on the thirty-second floor of Valemont Tower, and the door seals behind me with a muted electronic click.Everything is exactly where I ordered it. Low amber lighting washes the room in bronze. A wide bed dressed in black silk dominates one side, while a single dark leather chair sits opposite it, positioned for an unobstructed view of the entire suite. Cedar lingers in the air, threaded with something colder and sharper beneath it.My pulse is already climbing.I slip out of my coat and leave it on the side table. Beneath it, I am wearing a tailored silver dress that ends midway along my thighs and nothing else. No jewelry. No perfume. Nothing between my skin and the authority I walked in carrying.Settling into the chair, I cross one leg over the other.The side door opens.He steps through without a stitch of clothing except for the narrow black collar around his throat.Percy Hunter.Six foot two, broad through the shoulders without carrying unneces

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    Shutting the water off, I stand dripping on the bath mat for a full minute before grabbing a towel. My hands shake once as I dry my face. I pull on the jeans I left on the floor and nothing else. The marks Cherry left on my back sting when the denim waistband settles.Ace sits in the armchair by the window when I walk into the living room. A cigarette burns between his fingers. Smoke curls toward the ceiling in a thin blue line. Cherry sits on the couch in one of his shirts, buttoned once at the center. Her bare legs are folded beneath her. Neither of them looks surprised to see me.Taking a slow drag, Ace exhales toward the open window.“Have a seat,” he says.I sit on the opposite end of the couch from Cherry. Silence stretches until the ash on his cigarette threatens to fall onto the carpet. He taps it into a saucer he must have brought from the kitchen.“How long?” he asks.Cherry answers first. “Since the Singapore trip.”He nods like the information fits something he already kne

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    Thursday morning brings another trip, this one with a longer itinerary. Eight days across two cities. He kisses Cherry at the door and tells me to keep an eye on the place like always. The suitcase rolls away. The lock clicks. The apartment settles into a different kind of quiet. Cherry does not hesitate. She walks straight to me, takes my face in both hands, and kisses me like she has been holding her breath. We end up against the wall in the hallway. Her fingers work my belt open while my mouth stays on hers. I lift her, and she wraps her legs around me. I push inside her right there, her back pressed to the cool plaster. She bites my shoulder to stay quiet even though no one else is home. I drive into her in short thrusts until her body tightens and she comes with a muffled cry. I cum too, my forehead pressed to the wall above her head. We do not talk about stopping anymore. The days settle into a pattern. Ace sends his usual check-in texts. Cherry answers them from my bed while

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    Ace’s key turns in the lock just after noon. I am at the kitchen table with my laptop open to a blank document. Cherry sits on the couch, scrolling through her phone as if the last few days never happened. The earring is in the drawer of my nightstand beneath a stack of chargers.He drops his suitcase and crosses the room in a few quick strides. She stands to meet him. Their kiss is easy and familiar. I keep my eyes on the screen and type a sentence that means nothing.“Missed you,” he says.“Missed you more.” Her voice is light. She glances past his shoulder at me. Nothing shows on her face.The next few days pass in a strange, ordinary rhythm. We eat together. We watch a movie. Ace tells stories about the client dinners and the humidity in Singapore. Cherry laughs in the right places and rests her head on his shoulder. I answer when spoken to and disappear into my room earlier than usual. The apartment feels smaller. Whenever she passes me in the hallway, the air seems to change tem

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    The ballroom pulses with low music and the clink of expensive champagne glasses. Crystal chandeliers throw golden light across masks and gowns, but I feel like I’m suffocating in the middle of it all. I tug at the edge of my silver mask, making sure it’s still secure. The backless black dress hug

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