Semua Bab Dirtiest Desires (Steamiest Short Stories): Bab 51 - Bab 60

~ Marco ~She shouldn’t be on her knees for me.Not in this house.Not with the door unlocked and the house filled with staffs.But I can’t stop staring.The Elena I knew—the quiet, careful one—was gone. This woman kneeling in front of me is all heat and hunger, bold and unafraid. My chest tightens and my pulse races at the thought that I might be the one to finally claim her, to make her mine in a way no one else ever could.I’ve watched her shrink under the boss’s cold, controlling hands, flinching at the slightest brush of his sleeve, hiding behind polite smiles.Tonight, none of that remains. Her fingers brush mine, her lips part, and every gasp tells me she’s finally free… if only for now.For a moment I just freeze. I shouldn’t be the one she turns to. But she is.Waiting for me to ruin her.I hook an arm under her thighs and lift, my fingers tremble just slightly as I adjust her leg. I wonder if I should stop, but the need inside me refuses.Her breath hitches, a warm, tremblin

~ Alexa ~The cold night air slaps my skin the moment the club door swings open. I’m laughing with the bouncer when a rough hand yanks me into the alley.I stumble, heels scraping concrete. My heart almost jumps straight into my throat.“What the hell—let go of me!”I twist, ready to scratch whoever thinks he can drag me anywhere but then I see the uniform.Officer Klaus.The man who arrests me at least twice a month. But this time, he’s alone. His jaw is locked tight, the muscle ticking like he’s been holding something in for way too long.“Alexa.” He says through gritted teeth.I hate how the sound of his voice makes heat curl down my spine.I try to jerk my arm free. “Is this supposed to scare me? Because congratulations, it’s working.”“Oh, you should be scared.”He presses me against the brick wall with his body just inches from mine. Not touching but close enough that I feel caged.“What are you doing?” I whisper, breath shaking even though I try to hide it.“What I should’ve d

My muscles move without conscious thought. I step over the discarded dress and walk to the padded bench. A small hesitation runs through me, the last bit of control I’ve always clung to. The quiet in the room feels amplified by my own pulse, reminding me that I crossed a line the moment I stepped toward him. Every part of me is alert and braced for whatever comes next. I turn to lie on my stomach, cheek pressed against the slightly cool vinyl. My heart hammers so violently it sends tremors through the padding beneath me, tightening everything inside me in a way I can’t ignore. Klaus is beside me immediately. I hear the quick click of metal and something thick wraps around one of my wrists and I feel the cold slide of a lock. “Hands flat, palms down,” he murmurs, his breath hot next to my ear as I obey. “Good. Don’t move.” The other wrist is secured then my ankles are spread wide and clamped. The restraints are padded heavy leather, but the final snap of the lock makes them feel

That desire is a beautiful thing. That’s what I crave: complete, consuming dependency on my next choice. I pick up the low-temp candle, my pulse thrumming with the need to own her completely. The way she trembles blind beneath me feeds the chaos I’ve barely learned to contain. I tilt the candle and watch a drop of deep red wax fall. I don't aim for the already tortured core, but just beside it, onto her incredibly sensitive, pulsing inner thigh. I watch the wax hit and instantly harden into a tight warm shell against her skin. She lets out a startled animal sound that vibrates right through me. "That's how you use your voice," I breathe, my fingers trailing the hot, new line of wax. "I told you to arch. Now, hold it, little mouse. Burn for Daddy." I shift instantly. My hand snatches an ice cube from the small silver bucket nearby. The shockwave is essential, and I waste no time in delivering it. The ice is wet and shockingly cold. Her breath stutters in the quiet. I

Klaus steps back around the bench and I twist my head over my shoulder to watch him.He looks like a predator assessing his prey; calm, lethal, and completely in control. He goes on his knees, eyes locked on mine as he lowers his gaze to the trembling space between my thighs.His thick, calloused finger grazes my core, and a sudden heat spreads through me, making my stomach flutter.I want more, need more, but the gag muffles every plea.The gentle pressure teases me and I tremble. Not just from his touch, but from knowing he controls how far I’ll go.Then he slips it inside, stretching me, and the sudden fullness makes me lose control.“So tight,” he says, surprise evident in his tone. His voice rumbling low enough to sink into my bones. “You’re so incredibly tight, little mouse.”He begins to move. Slow at first. Then faster.The pleasure is far too intense for such a small thing.He’s skilled. God, he knows what he’s doing.Another finger joins the first.My body tries to leap off