All Chapters of Dangerous Pleasures: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

By day, Derek is a struggling journalist drowning in rejection. By night, he’s the master of his own decadent world, where Heather, his devoted submissive, exists only to please him. Every night, she greets him on her knees, her body his to command—soft, eager, and willing.Bound by desire and the unspoken hunger between them, their nights blur into a feverish haze of pleasure and punishment. She lives to serve; he lives to take. But as the boundaries between dominance and obsession fade, Derek must decide—does he own her, or has she already mastered him?Enjoy..*********Derek closed his laptop, signaling that it was the end of his work shift. He had spent the last twelve hours working tirelessly on a news article that had been turned down by his boss three times already. In the past month, she had only run one of his articles.He put on his brown jacket and packed his laptop up in his briefcase. It was pathetic how he had allowed himself to fall so far.He took the subway home ever

Patrice was 23 and her friend Sharon was 21.On this particular morning, a Saturday, they were both free with no classes to attend, so they decided to sleep some more.Patrice was the first to get up. She looked across to the next bed where Sharon slept. She was resting peacefully but what caught Patrice’s eyes was the white skin of her thighs and a slightly exposed nipple. She felt a tingly sensation in her pussy and she wanted to touch Sharon so badly.She was nervous. She had never done it with a girl before, but by just thinking about it, her nipples hardened.Slowly she walked over to Sharon’s bed and lay next to her. Sliding her hands under the silky negligee, Patrice began caressing Sharon’s milky white breasts. Slowly she slipped one tit out and placed the nipples between her fingers. She lowered her head, taking the nipple into her soft mouth with her right hand as she lowered her left hand into Sharon’s clean, shaved pussy and slowly massaged her clit.All this time Sharon w

SYNOPSIS:A horny male teacher gets more than he could wish for at an exclusive residential school for senior girls............I looked at her with new eyes. Her hair was hanging forwards and her sweet face looked so soft. I looked at her perfectly straight legs, slightly tanned. He thighs were full and her calves had a lovely roundness to them. She had a woman’s legs - not those of a typical skinny schoolgirl. I felt my cock starting to twitch and decided the best thing would be to get this over with a.s.a.p. I moved behind her, holding the ruler poised above her glorious behind.******************I arrived at Benlow school late, very late. Miss Archer was expecting me at 10.00 and it was 11.30 now. Damn this British public transport. I hoped she would be understanding. Mistake number one!The school secretary ushered me into the oak-panelled room in complete silence. I was seated in a chair two feet away from the imposing desk. I had been informed that Miss Archer would be with m

Two days later, I had Simone in my room again. This time clutching a note from Miss Archer, but addressed to me. I asked Simone if she knew what this was about but she just shrugged her shoulders a little and didn't speak. I opened the note and read it. 'Mr. Kelaway. I have had cause to discuss a matter with Simone Tallington. This matter needs no further discussion but Simone is aware of her wrong-doing and must be punished. I pass to you the responsibility for administering some discipline to this wayward girl. Yours, L. Archer'.I looked at Simone and her face showed no emotion. "Do you know what this says" I asked. She nodded and said "I've not read it but I can guess". I walked over to my desk and stood with my back to her. It occurred to me that I didn't know what to do next. "And what is the usual punishment..." I left my question hanging hoping she would answer. She answered without looking up "Six strokes with the cane on bare cheeks or 10 covered". I couldn't believe my ears

Saturday brought fresh challenges. Ella received a call from home and was gone by 10am. Simone and I walked her to the train station as she was clearly upset at the news of her mother's illness but she was strong enough to make the journey on her own. Which left Simone and me - alone for the weekend. And I was a little nervous.Simone looked fabulous again. Scrubbed clean but so bright and fresh, her golden hair blowing freely in the wind. She had on a fluffy sweater which only accentuated her femininity. I said goodbye to her at the station and walked off. She ran behind and caught me up, holding my arm and saying "Please, can we talk. I know I said some things last night that I'm ashamed of ... but I do need to talk to someone...someone that will" she paused "understand my problems".I looked at her and said "Can't one of the other girls help - how about Leila?". She replied, "Oh Lee is fine, but I need to talk on an adult level". She looked up at me with big, imploring eyes. I coul