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STEP UNCLE DISCIPLINES ME PART VII
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That evening after dinner, I was tidying up some papers at my desk when the head warden came over. He didn’t knock or call my name—he just appeared beside me like a shadow.“Mr. Moretti is asking for you,” he said.I stopped what I was doing. The words didn’t register right away. “Sorry… what?”“He’s asking for you,” he repeated, slower this time.I just stared at him. My brain was trying to make sense of it. Prisoners didn’t just… ask for staff by name. Not unless there was a very good reason. And Mr. Moretti? Of all people?“Why?” I asked before I could stop myself.The head warden’s jaw moved like he was chewing on the question. Then he shook his head. “Don’t know.” He looked over my shoulder at the papers I’d been sorting, like the conversation was already over. “You have to go to his cell.”There was something in his tone—short, clipped, like he didn’t want to talk about it.I hesitated. “And if I don’t?”His eyes flicked back to mine. “Go,” he said, and walked away before I coul
WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION BEHIND LOCKED DOORS PART II
Dark. Deep. Heavy. They locked on mine the second he faced me, and I felt like I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. There was something in them I couldn’t read—something sharp and assessing, but also calm, like he had already figured me out before I’d said a single word.We just stared at each other for what felt like far too long.It wasn’t a normal kind of silence. It was heavier, like the air in the room had thickened and gotten warmer somehow. Every second that ticked by made me more aware of how loud my heartbeat was. I could feel it pulsing in my throat, in my fingertips. I couldn’t even tell if it was from nerves or… something else I didn’t want to think about.Finally, I broke the stare. My eyes darted away, landing on the corner of the cell as if it suddenly deserved my full attention. I forced a small cough to clear my throat—it came out awkward and too soft—and straightened my spine.I had to remember why I was here. This wasn’t personal. This wasn’t some random meeting. I
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“Elena Cruz.”The sound of my name stopped me instantly. It was the head warden’s voice—low, commanding, the kind of tone that made you straighten your spine before you even turned around.I turned and saw him standing in the doorway of his office, one large hand gripping the frame. His sharp eyes were fixed on me, and there was something in his expression—something that told me whatever he was about to say, I probably wasn’t going to like it.I stepped inside. The familiar smell hit me first—coffee gone lukewarm and the faint scent of old paper. His office always felt a little too warm, like the radiator never quite turned off, and the air seemed thick with the weight of decisions made in here.The blinds behind his desk were half-closed, letting in thin slants of late afternoon sunlight that striped across his messy desk. There were piles of folders stacked unevenly, a couple of pens rolling near the edge, and his coffee mug—half-full, a dark ring staining the inside.“I was just c
WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION STEP UNCLE DISCIPLINES ME PART VII
He stood up from the bed, towering over my naked form. I whimpered at the loss of his touch, my body aching for more. But then he started to undress, and I was mesmerized.First went his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and abs. I licked my lips, remembering how those muscles had felt under my hands. He smirked at my appreciative gaze, his hands moving to his belt.The leather made a soft hiss as he drew it through the loops, the sound sending tingles down my spine. He unbuttoned his jeans, shimmying them down his hips. My breath caught as I caught a glimpse of black boxer briefs, hugging his thick thighs and straining to contain his bulge.He stepped out of his jeans, kicking them aside. And then he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly peeled them down.His cock sprang free, long and thick and perfect. I gasped at the sight, my pussy clenching with need. But then I noticed something else - a glittering piercing running along the un
WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION STEPUNCLE DISCIPLINES ME PART VI
Dante just smiled, a dark and wicked smile that promised untold pleasures and forbidden delights. "We're going to have so much fun together," he purred, his fingers trailing down my body in a feather-light caress. "Just you wait and see."I shivered in anticipation, my body already humming with need. I knew I was in for the ride of my life - a ride that would change me forever.And as Dante's lips found mine once more, I surrendered myself completely to his touch, ready to follow him wherever he would take me.He kissed me like a man dying of thirst and I was the water he craved. His lips moved over mine with a desperate hunger, his tongue delving deep into my mouth to claim every inch of me.He kept kissing me as he lay on top of me, his hard body pinning me to the mattress. His lips trailed from my mouth, down my neck, leaving a blazing path of fire in their wake.I gasped as he reached my chest, his hands making quick work of my shirt. The fabric tore away easily, baring my breasts
WET DREAMS:A STEAMY COMPILATION STEPUNCLE DISCIPLINES ME PART V
I blushed at his words, shame warring with arousal. How could my body react this way, craving his touch even as my mind screamed that this was wrong?His hand came down on my most pussy with a sharp smack, the pain exploding through me like fireworks. I cried out, my body jerking against the cold steel of the cuffs. But as quickly as the pain came, it morphed into something else entirely - a rush of pleasure so intense it stole my breath away.My hips bucked forward of their own accord, seeking more of that forbidden sensation. What was happening to me? How could something so wrong feel so undeniably right?I shouldn't be feeling this way, not for my step-uncle. It was so forbidden, so taboo. But even as my mind screamed at me to stop this madness, my body betrayed me, craving his touch like a flower seeking the sun.Before I could ponder the question further, Dante's hand resumed its tortuous journey, trailing higher up my thigh. His fingers brushed against the damp fabric of my shor
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