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What a killjoy!

Penulis: Author Khepri
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-22 17:06:50

Cassie’s body still thrummed with unfinished heat, a low, insistent ache that had only sharpened after Reggie’s mouth left her trembling. She shifted against the leather, thighs pressing together, trying to ease the emptiness. Watching the platform had only made it worse. She needed more: Wanted him inside her, filling her until the world narrowed to nothing.

She turned her face up to him, voice small but steady. “Sir… can we… here? Please.”

His eyes darkened instantly, pupils swallowing the a
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  • Whispers of Submission    After party

    They had done it. Doctor Cassandra. The title felt foreign and perfect all the same. Asher moved close and pressed something cool and metallic into her palm. It was a sleek black key. “This is for you,” he said. “The house is big enough for your books, plants and whatever else the next chapter throws at you. It is done.” Cassie stared at the keys, then up at him. “Asher…” He shrugged, sheepish. “You are my little sister, you deserve everything good. Let me do this for you.” She launched herself at him again, hugging him tightly enough that he laughed and steadied himself with the cane. “You’re impossible,” she whispered against his shoulder. Her breath caught. “You… built me a house?” Asher grinned. “I had a lot of time to think while I was healing. I figured you deserved a new house, that you can call yours. The deed’s already in your name.""And what about mom's house?" Cassie asked, tears welling her eyes."You can keep it. Rent it out or use it for vacation or something

  • Whispers of Submission    D-day

    When Cassie woke up, she was alone in the bed. The day she had circled on her calendar was finally here. This graduation was different than her Masters and bachelor degree. She slipped from the bed carefully, padded barefoot to the kitchenette, and found Emily already pouring three mugs. Sarah stood at the counter in an oversized T-shirt, twisting her hair into a messy bun while scrolling through her phone. “Morning, Doctor-to-be,” Emily said, handing Cassie a mug. The coffee was strong, sweetened just right—no bitterness left behind. Cassie took a sip and closed her eyes for a second, savoring it. “Good morning fellow doctors. It still feels surreal,” she admitted. Sarah looked up. “We’ve earned surreal. Two years of hell, endless revisions, that one advisor who hated commas. You’re allowed to feel like a legend today.” Cassie laughed shakily. “I’m going to cry the second they call my name. Like, full-on, can’t-breathe ugly crying. Everyone’s going to see.” Emily set her

  • Whispers of Submission    Shopping

    Cassie woke to the soft chime of her phone alarm and the faint scent of coffee already brewing downstairs. The hotel suite felt alive with the kind of chaos only Emily and Sarah could create before noon. She stretched and smiled at the ceiling, and let herself feel the small, bright bubble of anticipation in her chest. Today was for them. There were no deadlines, no worries, it was just the three of them and an entire city waiting for them to jump into. Emily poked her head around the doorframe, hair in a messy topknot, already wearing the oversized hoodie she had stolen from Sarah’s suitcase. “Rise and shine, Doctor-to-be. We are going shopping. I bet Reggie’s black card is burning a hole in your purse. And, baby, we are going to splurge." Cassie groaned and pulled the covers over her head. “I still can’t believe he made me take it. He literally tucked it inside my wallet while I was brushing my teeth. That man is committed to spoiling me.”"Then use it," Emily urged. Cassie sat u

  • Whispers of Submission    Traveling

    Cassie woke to the soft gray light of early spring filtering through the bedroom curtains. The days before graduation had blurred into a quiet frenzy of packing, last-minute emails, and restless nights where excitement and nerves tangled in her chest until she could barely breathe. She had worked so hard for this PhD years of late nights, endless revisions, tears over rejected drafts, and moments when she thought she might never finish. Now the finish line was here, and the happiness felt almost too big to hold. She rolled over and found Reggie already awake, propped on one elbow, watching her with that steady, patient look he wore when he knew she was spiraling. “Morning, Doctor-to-be,” he murmured. She smiled, still half-asleep. “Don’t jinx it.” He leaned down and kissed her slowly, hand cupping her cheek. “No jinx. Just truth. You did this. You’re going to walk across that stage and the whole room is going to know what I already know.” Her throat tightened. She kissed him

  • Whispers of Submission    Good news

    Cassie woke to sunlight streaming through the bedroom blinds. Reggie was still asleep beside her, one arm flung across her waist, face half-buried in the pillow. She watched him for a moment; the steady rise and fall of his chest, the faint scar on his eyebrow from some long-ago fight Asher refused to talk about and felt a quiet happiness settle in her bones.She slipped from bed carefully, padded barefoot to the kitchen, and started coffee. The apartment smelled like cedar and last night’s takeout containers still on the counter. Her phone buzzed on the island while the machine gurgled.An email from the university.Subject: Final Reminder... Doctoral Commencement CeremonyCassie,This is your final reminder that the graduation is scheduled for Friday, 20th from10:00 a.m. in the Grand Hall. Your name has been confirmed on the graduate list. Please arrive by 9:00 a.m. for robing and lineup. Caps, gowns, and hoods will be provided.We look forward to celebrating your achievement.Warm

  • Whispers of Submission    Open hearts

    Cassie woke most mornings to the soft clink of Reggie in the kitchen, the smell of coffee drifting under the bedroom door like a promise. The weeks after her internship ended carried a gentle rhythm she had never known before. There were no deadlines pressing at her temples, no hospital beeps echoing in her ears, only the slow, deliberate unfolding of days shared with someone who chose her every single time.Their dates were small and deliberate, carved out of ordinary evenings like treasures. One Tuesday he took her to a narrow Italian place hidden behind a dry cleaner’s, the kind of spot that didn’t advertise. It smelled like garlic and fresh basil the moment they stepped inside. They squeezed into a corner table barely big enough for two plates, sharing gnocchi in brown butter and a bottle of wine between them. The rain tapped the single window beside their booth. Reggie told her stories about his first apartment in college; a shoebox with a mattress on the floor and a ceiling that

  • Whispers of Submission    Farewell

    Cassie stood in the doorway of the break room, arms crossed loosely over her chest, watching the team arrange platters of sandwiches, fruit skewers, and a towering chocolate cake someone had clearly spent too much time decorating. The sign above the table read “Farewell, Cassie!” in bright blue mar

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  • Whispers of Submission    Home

    When they reached Asher’s house, the porch light glowed against the dusk. Mrs. Carla had leftsome soup simmering on the stove, fresh bread on the counter, the guest room made up with clean sheets. Reggie helped Asher inside, one arm around his waist, the other holding the walker steady.He tried t

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  • Whispers of Submission    Celebrating

    Mr. Patel came back the next week.Cassie sat at the small conference table in the glass-walled meeting room, hands folded in her lap, trying not to fidget while Mr. Patel flipped through the final pages of her evaluation packet. The supervisor’s face remained unreadable, lips pursed, pen tapping o

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  • Whispers of Submission    Chat with friends

    Cassie sat cross-legged on the living room sofa, a thick knit blanket draped over her lap. The house quiet except for the occasional creak of the old radiator and the soft clink of Asher’s spoon against his bowl in the kitchen. He had insisted on eating breakfast at the table instead of in bed, a s

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