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Fucked like a whore

Author: Author Khepri
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-09 20:07:38

Condom on, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely. The stretch was exquisite, her walls gripping him tightly. He was slow at first, then harder, ramming into her as she had craved. The crucifix held her steady, allowing him to pound deeper, his hands gripping her hips.

They moved together, sweat-slicked and frantic, until Reggie reached down to rub her clit. "Cum for me, Cass."

She shattered, crying out as waves of orgasm crashed over her. He followed moments later, groaning as he spilled inside her.

A few seconds later, Reggie unfastened the cuffs with gentle hands, rubbing Cassie's wrists to soothe any lingering ache. She sagged against him, legs shaky, her body humming with satisfaction. But even as the high faded, a new hunger stirred. One orgasm wasn't enough, not after the teasing. She wanted more of this side of him, the dominant edge that made her feel alive in ways she hadn't known possible.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice rough but concerned, pulling her int
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  • Whispers of Submission    Shopping and Visiting family

    He found her in the movie room, three hours later. She had finished watching the first movie and was halfway through the second. “Thought you’d abandoned me for the rest of the day,” she had her feet tucked beneath her legs. “Never,” he said, setting the tablet on the table and settling beside her on the couch. “Actually, I came to bribe you.” “With what?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, that devastating half-smile tugging at his mouth. “You were supposed to go shopping today. I ruined it. Let me fix it. There’s a town an hour north, they brought new designs this morning . I’ll take you shopping plus lunch, whatever you want. My treat.” Cassie arched a brow. “I can pay for my own clothes, Reggie.” “I know you can.” He reached over and tugged the sleeve of the hoodie she wore. “But I want to. Because you deserve new clothes for fall and because you held me together last night when I was falling apart, and I don’t have words big enough for that. Let me do this one small th

  • Whispers of Submission    Chatting with friends

    Cassie slipped into her room and shut the door with a soft click. The second she was alone, a giddy squeal escaped her lips. She launched herself face-first onto the bed, burying her burning cheeks in the pillow that still smelled faintly of the vanilla Reggie had washed her with. Her phone glowed on the bedside table. She snatched it, rolled onto her stomach, and kicked her feet in the air like a teenager.It was a message from Emily. She was telling them how bored she was and wondering why Cassie was not replying to her texts.Emily:Girl, did the sexy boss of yours tie you to his bed and warned you not to touch your phone?Cassie: Okay I’m finally free...Sarah:Finally free? Hold on, what has been keeping you so busy Cass?Emily:Yes, spill, now!Cassie:Okay, I didn’t just pass second base with Reggie, he demolished every base, built a new stadium, and then christened it... Multiple times...Sarah: So poetic...Emily: Forget the poetry Sarah.CALL. RIGHT NOW CASS. I NEED A

  • Whispers of Submission    Interrupted

    Cassie woke up slowly and stretched her body like a cat basking in the sun. The sheets beside her were cool, the indentation of Reggie’s body already fading. For a moment she lay there, blinking at the high ceiling of his bedroom, the memory of last night settling over her like warm honey. She smiled into the pillow that still smelled of him, then reached out instinctively. Empty.She sat up, pushing hair from her face. The room was flooded with soft morning light filtering through half-closed blinds. Reggie’s sweatpants and hoodie lay folded neatly on the ottoman. It looked like he'd been up for a while. Her own robe was draped over the back of a chair. She slipped out of bed, the hardwood cool under her bare feet, and tied the silk belt snugly around her waist. The faint scent of coffee and something buttery drifted up from downstairs.Cassie padded to her own room first, brushing her teeth, splashing water on her face before twisting her hair into a messy knot. She swapped the robe

  • Whispers of Submission    The Nightmare

    Cassie drifted between sleep and waking, the world feeling distant with each breath. Reggie’s heartbeat thudded slowly and steadily beneath her cheek, his chest rising and falling chest the most comforting rhythm she’d ever known. The room was dark, the city’s glow muted by heavy curtains, and the sheets smelled of cedar and warm skin. She was almost gone again when the first tremor ran through him. It was small at first, just a twitch of his fingers against her back. Then his breath hitched. A low, wounded sound escaped his throat; half-sigh, half-whimper. Cassie stirred, blinking into the darkness. “Reggie?” she murmured, still sleepy. He didn’t answer. The twitch became a jerk. His legs kicked once, hard, the duvet bunching at the foot of the bed. Another sound, sharper this time. It was raw and frightened and it tore out of him with such intensity that had his whole body going rigid. His muscles locked and fists clenched so tight the knuckles almost cracked. Cassie pushed up o

  • Whispers of Submission    The Aftermath

    The lair’s air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Reggie lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath Cassie’s neck, her head resting on his chest as their breathing slowly synced. Her body felt boneless and warm against him. The faint pink handprints on her ass was a quiet reminder of how far they had gone tonight. For a long moment neither spoke; they soaked in the silence. Eventually Reggie pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “Come on, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep right here.” Cassie made a small, drowsy sound of protest when he slipped out from under her, but she didn’t fight it. She watched through half-lidded eyes as he padded naked across the room, muscles shifting under the moonlight, and disappeared through the hidden panel that connected the lair to his private suite. A moment later she heard the rush of water and the scent of something vanilla and minty wafting through the room. Reggie returned barefoot,

  • Whispers of Submission    Spent

    The lair was quiet now except for their breathing and heartbeat. Reggie’s chest was still heaving and sweat was cooling on his skin as he carried Cassie the last few steps to the massive four-poster bed tucked into the far corner of the room. The frame was dark mahogany, carved with almost invisible hooks and rings. They were tools for restraint disguised as ornamentation. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows. He laid her down as gently as if she were made of glass but his eyes said otherwise. Hunger still burned in his eyes, raw and unapologetic. Cassie sprawled across the cool linen, legs falling open without shame, her pussy swollen and glistening, a slow trickle of his cum leaking from her onto the sheets. He had abandoned the condom with her consent. She hadn't been with anyone else and he hadn't fucked anyone after his last test. The sight of his semi-hard cock made her stomach flutter with fresh heat. She was sore, deliciously used, and still starving for more. “You’r

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