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Sharon’s mouth was still on mine when she reached between us and finally switched the vibrator off. The sudden absence of the vibrator left my clit throbbing, swollen and oversensitive, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I whimpered into the kiss, hips twitching uselessly in the ropes.She pulled back just far enough to look at me, lips shiny, eyes dark. “You’re making such a mess, baby.” Her voice was low, almost reverent. She slid two fingers through the slick essence that coated my inner thighs, gathering the thick, glossy evidence of how many times I had already come. When she lifted her hand, a long strand of my juices stretched between her fingertips before breaking. “Look at this. You’re dripping down your legs. The floor’s going to be soaked by the time I’m finished with you.”I could feel it…warm, slippery trails running from my cunt, sliding over the ropes that framed my entrance, down the backs of my thighs, tickling the sensitive skin behind my knees. Every small shift made
The ropes bit into my skin like a lover’s teeth…firm, unyielding, delicious. I hung suspended in the center of the dimly lit chamber, my wrists bound high above my head, ankles pulled wide and secured to the same heavy chains that kept me airborne. My body formed a taut, trembling X, every muscle stretched open, every secret place on full, shameless display. The air was thick with the scent of leather, warm wax, and the sharp, clean musk of my own arousal.My name is Mika. And tonight, I belonged entirely to Sharon.She circled me slowly, her barefoot on the cool stone floor, her long black hair cascading down her back. She wore nothing but a pair of black lace panties and a thin leather collar that matched the one locked around my throat. Her body was all soft curves, full breasts that swayed with each step, hips that rolled with predatory grace, thighs strong enough to crush or cradle. In her hand she held a length of crimson silk rope, the same deep red as the ropes currently marki
He kept thrusting into me deep and steady. His hand stayed on my throat. His arm held my leg open wide. Every hard stroke forced soft sounds from my mouth. My body was limp and shaking from all the orgasms he had already pulled out of me. But he was still hard. Still taking. Still not done.I stared up at his face through the mask. The same face I had wanted for so long. The secret burned so hot in my chest I could barely hold it.He leaned down. His mouth brushed my ear. His hips snapped harder.“Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to right now.”My mind went soft. The choke. The deep stretch. The years of wanting him. It all mixed together. The words slipped out before I could stop them.“Alastair…”His whole body went still.The hand on my throat tightened. He pulled back just enough to look at my masked face. His eyes were dark and sharp now.“What did you just say?”Panic and heat flooded me at the same time. I shook my head. Tried to take it back. But it was too
He did not stop.Alastair kept thrusting into me from behind. Hard. Each deep push of his cock made me gasp under the light choke.I was still shaking from the last orgasm. My arms felt weak. My legs trembled. But he did not give me time to rest. He used my body like it belonged to him for the whole hour. And right now it did.“Still so tight,” he muttered. His voice was rough against my ear. “Still taking me so well.”I pushed back to meet him. I could not help it. The stretch felt too good. The sting on my ass mixed with the thick slide of his cock until my mind went soft and hungry. His hand on my throat tightened just a little. Enough to make my head light.I moaned and clenched around him. “You love this,” he said. “The roughness, The control.”“Yes,” I whispered. He pulled out suddenly. Before I could move he flipped me onto my back again. My legs fell open. He looked down at me…wet, marked, shaking. His cock was wet from out release. He pushed back in with one strong thrust
The thin cloth between my legs was soaked. Every time I sank down I felt how thick he was. Alastair’s hand stayed on my throat. Light but firm. His other hand gripped my ass and squeezed until it hurt in the best way.He spanked me again. The sharp sound filled the small room. Heat bloomed across my skin. I moaned and pushed back into his palm.“More,” I whispered.He gave me more. Another hard slap. Then another. My ass stung. My pussy clenching. I ground against him faster. The music from the club felt far away. All I heard was his rough breathing and the wet sound of my body rubbing his.His fingers dug into my neck a little tighter. Not enough to stop my air. Just enough to make every breath feel earned. I liked it. I had dreamed about his hands on me for years. Now they were here. “Stand up,” I stood on shaky legs. He rose with me. The suit still perfect except for the hard line pushing against his pants. He looked at my body like he already owned it. Then he turned me around a
I walked into the private club like I always did. The black door looked plain from the outside, with no sign to tell anyone what was behind it. Once I stepped inside, the noise from the street disappeared.The room was dim and warm. Low lights hung above the tables, leaving most of the corners in shadow. Music played quietly in the background as people talked over their drinks. The air was thick with perfume, alcohol, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke.My name is Samantha. People call me Sam. No one here knew that. I wore a black mask that covered the top of my face. Only my mouth showed. My body was almost bare. A thin black outfit clung to me. Stockings went up my thighs. High heels made my legs look long. I danced for men who paid a lot to watch and touch a little.Tonight the boss told me a man wanted a private room. He paid big money already. I went in without asking who it was.The room was small. Soft couch. One big chair. Dim light. A man sat there in a dark suit. Broad s
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 swallowed. “Riley, we can’t…”But my hips rocked forward against her thigh anyway. She smiled, slow and sure, and pressed harder. The seam of her shorts rubbed right against my aching spot. Sparks jumped between us. Her control felt total, and a secret part of me gave in.“Tell me to stop,” she b
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







