로그인JADEThree years in porn and first days still make my stomach twist.Not the sex. That stopped being intimidating around month two when I realized my job was just showing up and doing what came naturally while someone filmed it. It's everything else. New crew who might be professional or might be creeps. New director who might know what they're doing or might waste six hours on bad angles. New scene partner who could be amazing or awful and there's no way to tell until the cameras start rolling.Today is worse than usual because my scene partner is Riley Vance.Riley Vance who has more awards than I have years in the industry. Riley Vance who's known for being selective about who she works with and brutal about calling out bad performers. Riley Vance who apparently requested me specifically for this scene which is either the biggest compliment of my career or about to be the most humiliating experience of my life.Possibly both.I'm in hair and makeup going over the scene outline when
CLARA.My face goes hot. "What?""You heard me. Touch yourself while I undress. Show me what you did while I was gone.""I didn't—""Don't lie to me, Clara. Did you touch yourself thinking about me?"I did. Multiple times. "Yes.""Then show me how."My hand slides between my legs with shaking fingers. I'm still sensitive from two orgasms and the touch makes me gasp."That's it," he says. He's pulling off his shirt now and I can see all that muscle and those scars. "Circle your clit. Slowly. Make yourself feel good."I do what he says and watch him strip. When he pushes down his trousers and smallclothes his cock springs free hard and thick and ready.A month of marriage and I'm still not used to the size of him."Keep going," he says. "Don't stop."I keep touching myself while he watches and it should be embarrassing but it's not. It's the most erotic thing I've ever done."Slide your fingers inside," he says. "Show me how you fucked yourself thinking about me."I slide two fingers in
CLARAOne month of marriage and I've turned into someone I don't recognize.The kind of woman who counts hours until her husband returns from a week-long diplomatic trip. The kind who plans what she'll wear when he walks through the door. The kind who's currently lying in his bed wearing nothing but black silk and lace waiting for him to finish his last meeting.I never thought I'd be this person.But then I never expected to fall for my husband this hard this fast.Matthias left a week ago for negotiations with the eastern provinces. Standard political business that required his presence. He asked if I wanted to come but I had obligations here that couldn't be postponed.A week shouldn't feel this long.But seven days without him in our bed has felt like months.I shift against the sheets and the silk chemise slides against my skin. Black. Sheer enough to be pointless. The dressmaker raised her eyebrows when I ordered it but didn't ask questions.She probably guessed what it was for.
CLARA.The ceremony is beautiful in that formal way royal weddings always are.Hundreds of guests. Elaborate decorations. A priest who drones on about duty and alliance and the sanctity of marriage for what feels like hours.I barely hear any of it.I'm standing next to Matthias trying not to think about tonight while simultaneously unable to think about anything else.Trying not to notice how his hand feels when he slides the ring onto my finger.Trying not to react when he lifts my veil and kisses me for the first time in front of everyone.The kiss is brief. Appropriate for public ceremony. But there's heat underneath it that makes my skin feel tight.When he pulls back his eyes are darker. "My queen," he says quietly.The title sounds different when he says it.The reception lasts forever. Dancing and toasts and endless congratulations from people I don't know. Matthias stays by my side the entire time with his hand on my lower back in a gesture that feels both possessive and prot
CLARA.I meet my husband for the first time three hours before our wedding.Not ideal but better than some arrangements where the bride doesn't see the groom until he's lifting her veil at the altar.My father made this match six months ago. An alliance between our kingdom and the northern territories that have been threatening our borders for a decade. Marriage instead of war. My hand in exchange for peace.Romantic.I've spent six months preparing for this. Learning northern customs. Memorizing names of lords and ladies I'll be expected to recognize. Practicing my new title until it stops sounding wrong.Queen Clara of the North.Still sounds wrong."He's here," my lady-in-waiting says from the doorway. "King Matthias has arrived. Your father wants you in the south parlor."My stomach drops. "Now?""Now, your highness."I stand and smooth my dress even though it doesn't need it. Blue silk with silver embroidery. Not my wedding dress but nice enough to make a first impression.First
EMILIA.His tongue is perfect. He works me with exactly the right pressure and rhythm like he's been studying what I need. He probably has been. He notices everything else so why not this.I'm already too close. Can feel it building embarrassingly fast. Try to pull away."Don't," he says against me. "Let go. I want to taste it when you come."I come hard with his mouth on me and my hands fisted in those black curls and it's so intense my vision goes white.He doesn't stop. Just works me through it and straight into oversensitivity that borders on too much but doesn't quite cross the line.When he finally pulls back his mouth is wet and his eyes are darker than I've ever seen them."You taste even better than I spent three months imagining you would," he says."You imagined this?""Every night in this bed. Thinking about how you'd taste. What sounds you'd make. How you'd look when you came for me." He stands and starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Now I don't have to imagine anymore."I wa
NIKOLAI. His office is obscene. Corner suite, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Moscow’s lights, furniture that costs more than most people’s cars. Very Mozorov. The door closes and we’re standing there, staring at each other like two wolves circling. “So,” he says. “Are we doing this or
Their dwelling was carved into a massive tree, the interior glowing with the same luminous essence as the forest. It was beautiful and alien and I barely registered any of it because Kael and Draven were stripping my clothes off. “You need to bathe,” Draven said, his hands careful as he peeled m
OLIVIA. I’ve known Talin and Douglas since college. Ten years of friendship, countless inside jokes, that comfortable intimacy that comes from knowing someone through hangovers, breakups, career changes, and every messy moment in between.We were having our monthly game night… pizza, beer, and in
OLIVIA. Douglas kissed me hard, his hands gripping my hips and guiding me to grind against the hard ridge of his cock straining through his jeans.The friction against my clit through my clothes made me whimper into his mouth.“That’s it,” He murmured. “Fuck yourself on my lap. Show me how desperat