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Under the Madrid Sky - Chapter 6
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The previous night had left Jaston with a body heavy from pleasure and a mind light with promises. He woke early, the alarm going off at exactly six, and his first move was to bring his hand to his neck. There, just below the jawline, the skin was sensitive, bruised in a perfect coin-sized circle. The hickey Hellen had given him in the early hours—biting, sucking, licking slowly while whispering “this stays until I say take it off”—was impossible to hide without a high collar. And she had been clear: no high collar. He was to display it.Jaston stopped in front of the bathroom mirror, towel around his waist, and looked at the mark. Red in the center, purple at the edges, unmistakable. A temporary seal of possession. He felt his cock give a faint pulse just remembering her mouth there, teeth grazing lightly, tongue tracing circles until he moaned too loudly. Hellen had laughed against his skin, then whispered: “Tomorrow you’ll go to work with this. Everyone will see. And you’ll remembe
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The afternoon was too hot for Minas Gerais in February, the still, humid air clinging to the skin like a second layer. Hellen drove with one hand on the wheel and the other drumming on the gearshift, her light cotton floral dress riding up her thighs every time she changed gears. The radio played low, an old MPB song she barely heard. Her mind was elsewhere: at the bar the night before, on the image of Jaston leaning over the counter, laughing with a curly-haired brunette in red lipstick who touched his arm as if she already had the right.She hadn’t said anything at the time. Just finished her drink, left money on the table, and walked out. But the image burned in the back of her mind—a raw, unexpected jealousy that caught her off guard. Hellen wasn’t jealous. Or at least she never had been. Not until Jaston.Her phone buzzed in the holder. A message from him.“Already left work?”She typed quickly without stopping the car.“Heading to the underground parking. 5 minutes.”“I’m waitin
Taboo: Ties and Sins Addicted to Your Touch - Chapter 6
Night had fallen heavily over Jaston’s apartment, but the air inside felt light, charged with anticipation. The lights were low—just two corner lamps cast a soft amber glow, enough to draw long shadows across the furniture and bodies. Hellen had arrived early, carrying a small black leather bag that Jaston immediately recognized as the one containing the handcuffs and blindfold. He didn’t ask what else was inside. He didn’t need to. Her look already said everything.She entered without a word. She simply closed the door behind her, slipped off her shoes in a slow, deliberate motion, and walked to the center of the room. She wore a loose black silk blouse, no bra—the hardened nipples marked the thin fabric—and a tight pencil skirt that ended just above the knees. Her loose hair fell in dark waves over her shoulders. Jaston stood near the sofa, wearing only jeans and an open shirt. His pulse quickened just seeing her like that: calm, in control, as if the entire apartment was already he
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The room was bathed in a soft twilight, the kind of light that an autumn afternoon filtered through thin linen curtains. The sun had already passed its zenith but still insisted on slipping in, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor and the rumpled sheets. The air carried the lingering scent of everything that had happened there: fresh sweat, intense sex, the faint musk of heated skin, a trace of cold coffee from the distant kitchen. Their breaths, once ragged and urgent, now settled into a shared, almost synchronized rhythm.Hellen lay on her side, her body pressed against Jaston’s back. One of her legs was entwined with his, her arm wrapped around his waist as if to keep him from vanishing. Their skin was still warm, damp in places, marked by red imprints that would fade in a few hours—but in that moment, they felt like temporary tattoos of mutual possession. Jaston held her hand against his own chest, their fingers interlaced, his thumb tracing slow circles in her open pal
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Jaston climbed the stairs behind her like a man who already knew he was lost—and who loved every step toward surrender. Hellen walked ahead, naked, hips swaying in a deliberate rhythm, each movement a silent sentence. Her body still carried the remnants of the kitchen: goosebumped skin, thighs glistening with wetness, hair plastered to the nape of her neck from recent sweat. She didn’t need to look back to know his eyes were fixed on her, hungry, pleading.When they entered the bedroom, Hellen closed the door slowly. The click of the latch sounded like a final seal. The air inside was thicker, hotter—it smelled of crumpled sheets, morning sex, anticipation. She turned to face him, eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and newly discovered authority.“Lie on the bed. On your back,” she ordered, without raising her voice, but with a firmness that allowed no hesitation.Jaston obeyed. The mattress sank under his weight. He lay down with his arms at his sides, chest rising and falling quickl
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The smell of freshly brewed coffee invaded the apartment like a promise of normalcy—but for Hellen, that morning had nothing normal about it. It was a continuation. It was the warm residue between her thighs, lips still marked by Jaston’s voracious kisses, skin sensitive where his teeth had left soft impressions. She rose from the bed naked, unhurried, unashamed. Her bare feet touched the cold floorboards, sending a shiver up her legs that settled in her belly. Her entire body still radiated sex: sticky thighs, heavy breasts, swollen lips from so much biting and being bitten.She walked down the hallway in silence, her tangled hair falling in wild waves over her shoulders. She stopped at the kitchen threshold and simply watched.Jaston had his back to her, naked. He moved around the stove with an almost obscene naturalness—the muscles of his back contracting with each arm movement, his firm ass shifting slightly as he adjusted the flame. Morning light poured through the window above t
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