MasukThe next evening, We sat at a long table in the dining room, just me and Luca. Servants brought plates of pasta and steak, but I barely tasted it. I kept stealing glances at him across the table…He wore a black button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to show his strong forearms. Every time his eyes met mine, my stomach flipped. After signing that contract, I’d spent the night in a huge bed alone, tossing and turning, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.“Eat, Sophia,” he said, his deep voice cutting through the silence. “You’ll need your strength.”I nodded, my cheeks warm. “Yes, sir.” The words still felt strange….After the plates were cleared, one of his men knocked and handed me a small silk bag. “Mr. Rossi’s orders,” he said flatly before leaving.Luca leaned back in his chair. “Go change. Wear what’s inside. Then come to my office. We’re reviewing the house rules tonight.”I took the bag upstairs to my room…well, the guest room they’d given me. Inside was the most revealin
I never thought my life would come down to this…a cold, dimly lit study in some fancy mansion, my hands shaking as I faced the man who held my father’s life in his grip. My name is Sophia, and at twenty-one, I was still a virgin, barely out of college, working two dead-end jobs just to help pay the bills. But that night, everything changed. My dad had fucked up, big time. Gambling debt. Half a million dollars to the Rossi family. The kind of money that gets you killed if you don’t pay up.I stood there in the middle of the room, my cheap sneakers squeaking on the polished hardwood floor. The air smelled like leather and cigar smoke, heavy and intimidating. Luca Rossi sat behind a massive oak desk, his dark eyes locked on me like I was some expensive piece of art he was deciding whether to buy. He was thirty-six, broad-shouldered, with a sharp jawline and black hair that fell just right over his forehead. Ruthless didn’t even begin to cover it. Everyone in our neighborhood whispered a
Jamal didn’t waste time. He lifted Mia easily and laid her back on the couch, the soft cushions cradling her. The candlelight made everything look warm and dreamy. He knelt between her spread legs and looked up at her, his eyes hungry but patient.“You sure you want this?” he asked again, his hands resting on her thighs.Mia nodded fast, already breathing hard. “Yes. Please, Jamal.”He hooked his fingers in her tiny shorts and pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside. She was completely naked now. He took a moment just to look at her, then leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh. His mouth moved higher, slow and teasing. When his tongue finally flicked across her clit, Mia’s hips jerked and she let out a shaky moan.“Oh shit… that feels good,” she whispered.Jamal hummed against her and kept going. He licked her slowly at first, learning what made her squirm. Then he got bolder, sucking gently on her clit while sliding two thick fingers inside her. Mia’s back arched off the
Mia spent most of Saturday running errands, while Jamal was at the gym until evening. Rain hammered the windows and thunder rumbled in the distance.Then the power went out.“Shit,” Mia said, laughing a little as the apartment went dark. “Of course this happens now.”Jamal’s deep voice came from the other side of the couch. “You got candles? I’ll grab my phone light.”They fumbled around the together, bumping into each other shoulders in the dark. Mia found a pack of tea lights and a couple of bigger candles from a drawer. Soon the living room was bright enough to see…Mia had already changed into her usual sleep clothes after her shower…an old white tank top that was a little too thin and tiny black shorts that barely covered her ass. Jamal wore nothing but loose gray basketball shorts. His chest and shoulders were still bare from earlier. In the candlelight, his dark skin looked smooth and strong.“Cards?” he suggested, holding up a deck he’d found in a drawer.“Why not,” Mia sai
Mia stared at the latest rent notice on her kitchen counter and cursed under her breath. Another hundred bucks a month. Her freelance graphic design gigs had been slow, and her savings were looking pretty thin. She couldn’t afford to keep the place on her own anymore. With a sigh, she opened her laptop and typed up a simple ad: “Female roommate preferred. Clean, respectful, okay with occasional late nights. Nice downtown apartment, your own room.”She hit post and hoped for the best.The first few replies were weirdos or people who clearly didn’t read the ad. Then Jamal messaged her. His profile picture showed a tall guy with a warm smile, dark skin, and easy confidence. He wrote, “Hey, I’m Jamal, 28, just moved to the city for a trainer job at the new gym downtown. I work a lot but I’m clean, pay rent on time, and I can cook. Mind if we grab coffee and chat?”They met at a little café around the corner from the apartment. Jamal showed up in a black t-shirt that stretched across his b
The cell was still warm, heavy with the musky scent of sweat and cum. Matt froze mid-zip, his half-hard cock twitching against damp fabric as the security door hissed open at the end of the block. Scarlett lay sprawled on the narrow bench, thighs parted lazily, her slick pussy visibly pulsing and leaking pearly threads down the curve of her ass. Her chest rose and fell in slow, satisfied breaths, nipples still tight and flushed.Riley stepped in. Her eyes widened, pupils dilating. Her lips parted on a sharp inhale. She stood rigid for a heartbeat…shoulders tense, fingers flexing at her sides…then her gaze dragged down Scarlett’s glistening body, lingering on the creamy mess between her spread legs. A visible shiver rolled through Riley’s frame.“What the fuck, Matt?” she whispered, voice husky, almost breathless. Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip.Scarlett’s eyes fluttered open. She didn’t cover herself. Instead she arched her back just enough to make her heavy breasts sway,
Professor Kane’s voice filled the quiet office like a command that could not be ignored. “Now… lift your skirt and show me what you’ve been hiding under there all night.”My fingers shook as I grabbed the bottom of my short plaid skirt. The soft pleats felt warm in my hands. I pulled it up slowly,
The phone buzzed on the small desk in my tiny dorm room. It was almost ten at night. The old radiator hummed softly in the corner. I picked it up and read the message. My heart jumped.“My office. Now. We need to discuss your thesis.”Professor Kane. Just his name made my body react. A warm rush s
I pushed the apartment door open. My keys jingled loud in the quiet hallway. Riley and I had shared this place for three years. We met in freshman year, two nervous girls who clicked instantly we helped each other out, laughed at the same dumb jokes, and huddled under one big hoodie when life felt
I moaned softly, legs trembling. “Professor… please. I need more.”He rose behind me, his big hands gripping my hips firmly. With surprising strength.Without saying a word, he grabbed my waist with both strong hands and lifted me like I weighed nothing. He sat me on the edge of his big mahogany des







