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Chapter 66: Ropes IV
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The next morning I packed a small bag of toiletries and nothing else. No clothes. No charger for my laptop. No book. He had told me I would not need them. By early evening I was standing in the elevator of his building, bare under a long coat, the bag hanging from my fingers, my heart beating hard enough that I could feel it in my throat and between my legs.His apartment was on a high floor. Large. Quiet. Floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The furniture was dark and expensive and sparse. It smelled like him—clean soap, something colder and more controlled underneath.He closed the door behind me and locked it.“Coat off.”I let it fall. I stood naked in the middle of his living room while he looked me over the way a man looks at something he has finally taken full possession of. His gaze moved slowly—over my breasts, my stomach, the bare mound of my cunt, the faint bruises his hands had left on my hips from previous nights. He walked a full circle around me once,
Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection Chapter 206: The Debt V
The overnight visits began after that.He would arrive in the evening, sometimes with takeout containers from places I could never afford, sometimes with nothing but the quiet expectation that I was already wet and waiting. The knock always came at the same hour. I always opened the door already half-undressed or fully bare, because anything else wasted time he did not intend to spend on preliminaries.He used me as he pleased.Some nights he walked in, pointed to the floor, and I dropped to my knees before he had even closed the door. He would free his cock, already thick and heavy, and push into my mouth without a word. I learned to open for him immediately, to relax my throat, to take the slow, deep strokes he preferred while he stood above me and watched. He liked to hold himself at the back of my throat and feel me struggle to breathe around him. He liked the tears that gathered at the corners of my eyes. He liked the wet sounds I made when he fucked my face in earnest. When he c
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He rubbed my clit harder and faster while his fingers curled firmly against the front wall of my cunt, pressing that sensitive place with exact, merciless knowledge. The orgasm crashed through me hard. My cunt clamped down on his fingers in strong, rhythmic pulses that I felt all the way up into my stomach. A raw cry tore out of me. My legs trembled so violently I would have collapsed if he hadn’t held me up with his body and the hand still buried inside me. He worked me through every wave, drawing it out, refusing to stop even when the pleasure turned sharp and oversensitive and I tried to twist away. He simply kept me open and finished what he had started until I was twitching and whimpering and spent.When the last flutters finally faded he slowly withdrew his hand. I felt the loss of him like a physical wound. He wiped his wet fingers deliberately across the inside of my thigh, leaving a shiny trail of my own arousal on my skin, then stepped back.“On the couch,” he said. “Legs op
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Ten days later he returned at exactly eight in the evening.I had spent the entire day in a state of low, humiliating anticipation. The terms he had left me with ten days earlier had lived in my body like a second pulse. Do not touch yourself. If you come before I return, the payment is void. I had obeyed. I had showered twice, washed every inch of skin, and still felt dirty in the way that had nothing to do with cleanliness and everything to do with the ache I was not allowed to relieve. By late afternoon my cunt was already slick simply from the knowledge that he would walk through my door again. I chose the dress carefully—simple, black, thin enough that my nipples showed if I got cold or aroused. Nothing underneath. No bra. No underwear. When I stood in front of the mirror twenty minutes before eight, I could already see the flush on my chest and the way the fabric clung to the hard points of my breasts. Between my legs I was wet enough that the insides of my thighs felt slippery
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He looked down at me with that same detached, assessing expression the entire time. Not smiling. Not cruel. Simply watching. Measuring how well I took him. How long I could hold still. How much spit I produced. How red my face became.I don’t know how long he kept me like that. Long enough that my eyes started to water from the constant pressure. Long enough that my throat felt stretched and sensitive. Long enough that I could feel my own pulse throbbing in my cunt in time with the ache in my jaw.When he finally began to move it was slow and deliberate. He drew back until only the head remained on my tongue, then pushed forward again in a long, controlled stroke. He fucked my mouth that way—steady, unhurried, deep—watching my face the entire time. Every time the head nudged deeper into my throat I made a small choked sound. He seemed to like those. He went deeper on the next stroke. Held longer. Used me without any hurry, as if he had all night and I existed only for this single purp
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Then his mouth was on my breast and I stopped thinking entirely.His tongue swirled around my hard nipple before he sucked it deep into his hot mouth, sucking hard and greedy.I cried out, back arching sharply as pleasure shot straight to my clit.He groaned against my tit, the vibration making my
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"You do." Another step. His hand came up, fingers brushing a strand of hair away from my face.The touch was feather-light, almost innocent, but it sent electricity racing down my spine. "And I watch you too."I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. His fingers lingered at my temple, then traced slowly al
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