LOGINMy face rests flat against the smooth, dark wood of the dining table, my cheek pressed into the cold grain as my breath slowly returns to normal. The storm outside has finally passed, leaving nothing but the quiet, dripping of rain from the roof of the log cabin. Inside the room, the stone fireplace has burned down to a pile of glowing orange embers, casting a warm, dull light across the timber floorboards.I lie completely still, too exhausted to move a single muscle. My body is totally wrecked, trembling with a deep, ache that goes straight to my bones. Every part of me feels entirely used, utterly marked, and beautifully ruined. My breasts are heavily bruised, my nipples swollen, tight, and painfully sensitive from the rough grip of his massive hands.Lower down, my inner thighs are completely coated in a thick, slick mixture of my own juices and his hot seed. As I give a small, involuntary twitch, a warm, heavy blob of Colton’s come leaks out of my stretched core, sliding slowly do
Colton doesn’t keep me hanging over his lap for long. He can feel the thick, slick heat soaking through my lace panties, gluing the fabric straight to my skin. He lets out a dark, rough chuckle that vibrates right through his heavy thighs, straight into my stomach."Time to see exactly how well you can take your true punishment, city girl," Colton rumbles.He hooks his massive hands under my waist, hoisting my trembling body off his lap as if I weigh absolutely nothing at all. My knees are so weak from the spanking and the melting pleasure inside my lower belly that I can barely stand on the rug. I stumble forward, my face burning with deep, intense blushes as the cool air of the cabin hits my hot, swollen ass cheeks.Colton stands up, his towering frame casting a shadow over me in the dim orange glow of the fireplace. He doesn't say a single word. He grabs my waist with his thick hands and guides me back toward the massive, heavy wooden dining table in the center of the room. He push
The warm beef stew sits heavy and comforting in my stomach, but the heat inside my body has nothing to do with the food. I sit on the edge of the massive wooden bed, my bare feet dangling over the floorboards. The oversized red flannel shirt shifts against my skin every time I breathe, the rough fabric rubbing ruthlessly over my swollen, sensitive nipples. Colton is across the room, his massive back turned to me as he cleans a heavy iron skillet at the wooden counter. His thick shoulder muscles bunch and roll under his gray thermal shirt, a silent reminder of the raw power he possesses.He told me to wait for his next command. He told me to lie down and be a good girl.But as the minutes tick by, the silence inside the cabin begins to mess with my head. I am a city girl. I am used to control, to loud streets, to people doing what I say. I look over at the heavy timber door across the room. The massive iron bolt is slid into place, locking me in, but the window right next to the dining
I stare up at Colton, my breath freezing in my lungs. The heavy sound of that iron bolt sliding into place still echoes in my ears. I am trapped. The warmth of the stone fireplace is blasting against my skin, but I am shivering harder now from panic than from the cold. Colton stands completely still above me, his massive arms crossed over his thick chest, looking down at my soaked, shivering body like he owns every single thread on me."You're tracking mud and water all over my rug, city girl," Colton grunts, his deep voice rolling through the quiet room like thunder. "Get up."I push myself up onto my shaking legs, my wet high heels making a squelching sound against the fabric. My designer coat is heavy, soaked through to the lining, and my silk blouse is plastered to my skin like a second layer of ice. "I... I can just sit by the door," I stammer, backing up until my spine hits the rough timber of the wall. "You don't have to keep me here. Please."Colton doesn't answer with words.
The freezing rain hits the windshield of my small sedan heavily with violent force. The wipers are screaming against the glass, but they can barely keep up with the water. I am lost. The GPS on my phone died an hour ago when I lost all signal, leaving me stranded on this narrow, winding mountain road. The trees on either side are thick, dark, and look like giant claws reaching out into the storm. Suddenly, the engine lets out a loud, sickening sputter. The dashboard lights flicker once, twice, and then the entire car goes completely dead.Oh God, please no.I pump the gas pedal, my hands shaking on the steering wheel, but nothing happens. The sudden silence inside the car is terrifying, filled only by the aggressive slapping of the rain on the metal roof. The heater stops working immediately, and the cold mountain air begins to seep through the glass, making my breath cloud up in front of my face.I am just a girl. I don't know anything about car engines, and I definitely don't know h
My face rests flat against the damp wool rug, my cheek pressed into the soft fibers as my breath slowly returns to normal. The storm outside has finally passed, leaving nothing but the quiet, soft dripping of rain from the roof of the lake house. Inside the room, the fire has burned down to a pile of gray ashes, casting a cold, dull light across the floor.I lie completely still, too exhausted to move a single muscle. My body is totally wrecked, trembling with a deep, heavy ache that goes straight to my bones. Every part of me feels entirely used, utterly marked, and beautifully ruined. My breasts are heavily bruised, my nipples swollen, tight, and painfully sensitive from the rough grip of their hands.Lower down, my inner thighs are completely coated in a thick, slick mixture of my own juices and their seed. My pussy give a small, involuntary twitch, a warm, heavy blob of Mike’s come leaks out of my stretched core, sliding slowly down my skin and smearing against the rug. I am a com
I step out of the car, keeping my eyes fixed firmly on the ground at my feet. I slam the door shut, the is sound loud in the open air. I can feel him standing on the porch, but I refuse to look up. I pull my shoulders back and try to smooth my features into a neutral, polite one. I cannot let him s
The sound of the front door unlocking makes me jump out of the chair like I’ve been burned. I don’t even realize I was holding my breath until I hear the heavy click of the door. Marcus is home.I smooth my hands over my thighs, trying to calm the racing sound of my heart. I’m wearing a flimsy silk
The aftershocks of my climax are still buzzing through my legs when I feel his hands tighten. He doesn't let me linger in the softness. Zane grips my waist and lifts me off his lap in one smooth, powerful move. I feel his cock slide out of me, and the sudden absence of that heat leaves me feeling e
I am kneeling naked on the rug before him. The robe is a heap of silk at my feet, and the cool air of the bedroom feels like a thin blade against my skin. Zane doesn't say anything at first. He just looks at me, his eyes tracking the way my chest rises and falls. Then, he reaches out. His hands are







