All Chapters of Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Disobedient Bunny Pt1

The red “LIVE” button glowed at the top of my screen like a warning I was about to ignore. I adjusted the bunny ears on my head and leaned toward the camera, the little bell on my collar jingling with the motion. My outfit barely qualified as clothing—tight enough to restrict my breathing, short enough to start wars in the comments. “Hi Daddy’s little sinners,” I whispered, brushing a finger over my lower lip. “You’re just in time. I was caught misbehaving again.” The screen flooded with tips and messages. I giggled and glanced back—he was still behind the scenes, quiet, watching. “Want to know what I did?” I teased. “I said no.” A pause. Let it simmer. “I told Daddy I didn’t feel like obeying.” The tension snapped like a trigger. The chat went wild. I barely got a second to breathe before he stepped into view—fully clothed, calm, composed. Dangerous. He didn’t say a word. Just gripped my jaw with two fingers and tilted my face up until all I could see was him. “Te

Disobedient Bunny Pt 2

He stepped away again, and my whole body leaned forward before I could stop it, the empty space ached like a bruise. But he knew that, he counted on it. “You hear that silence, Bunny?” His voice came from somewhere behind me—closer than before, and yet still just out of reach. “That’s the sound of you earning nothing.” I whimpered. “I could make it worse,” he said, and I believed him. “But then what would I do off-camera?” The heat in my stomach twisted into something darker. The kind of ache that didn’t just sit in your body—it possessed it. The leash gave a single tug, and I followed the pull instantly, crawling across the carpet on shaky limbs. My head bowed, breath shallow, thighs trembling from effort and denial. He didn’t touch me, he didn’t need to. I felt his dominance like gravity, pulling at every inch of me, every thought I had. He circled twice. “Tell them what you want.” I hesitated, my pride snapped its teeth. The leash yanked and I gasped.

A Trip To The Doctor Pt 1

I didn’t mean to say it that dramatically. “I think my vagina’s broken.” Layla spat out her iced coffee so violently, she almost baptized the sugar packets. She clutched her chest like I’d just told her I was secretly a lizard. “Aliyah!” she gasped between coughs. “Jesus! You can’t just—girl, what?” I slumped in the booth, wishing the Earth would swallow me whole, or at least give me a distraction more exciting than the Sahara desert between my thighs. “I’m serious,” I muttered, stabbing at my croissant like it owed me wetness. “It’s been weeks. Hell—months. I’ve tried everything. Lube, hydration, yoga. Even that weird breathing video you sent me that looked like a cult initiation and kegel exercises.” Layla was still wheezing, but now she was laughing too. “Okay, wait, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just… the way you said it. Like your coochie needs therapy.” “I’m starting to think she does.” Because this wasn’t just annoying anymore. This was starting to feel person

A Trip To The Doctor Pt 2

I hadn’t told Layla anything, at least not yet. My mind was still actively reeling from the tension of my previous visit, and even though my wetness didn’t last it was an opening. I sat across from her in our favorite coffee shop, staring into my iced caramel macchiato like it was gonna give me answers. “Girl, why are you blushing like that?” Layla asked, sipping her drink and narrowing her eyes at me suspiciously. “You look like you’ve been doing something pretty inappropriate.” My fingers tightened around the cup. “You remember that gynecologist you told me about? Dr. Jay Lee?” She perked up immediately. “Yeah? How can I forget the amazing hunk who helped me.” I stared at her. “What? Look, all I’m doing is appreciating God’s amazing craftsmanship. I know how less tensed i felt when his fingers dipped into my irritated coohie.” I groaned, but the heat rising in my cheeks made her gasp. “Oh my God. Aliyah. You went! How did it go” “Great,” I said quickly, heart

A Trip To The Doctor Pt 3

I stared at the elevators climbing like a countdown to my doom, or maybe orgasm.My thighs pressed together on instinct, a very useless attempt at calming the throbbing of my pussy just from memory.Fuck. I have become addicted to him.No one had ever paid any attention to me that way, nobody. Not once.And I know he’s just doing his job but fuck, he does it so well.I got the reception and the assistant that always greeted me sat there with that sly smile plastered on her face.“Dr. Lee will see you now,” she said sweetly, like there was something different about today's session.I stepped into the room with my heart racing and my clit already pulsing just from being near him.Dr. Jay turned from the counter, flipping through a chart calmly.“Aliyah,” he said, eyes dragging up my body. “Always the punctual patient.”“I wanted this to be over with,” I lied through my teeth, I wanted anything but our relationship to be done with.He smirked tsking. “You turn bright red when you lie, Al

New Neighbor Pt 1

“You’re not good enough to work here. You lack the experience.”Jason’s voice was clipped, businesslike—like we weren’t sitting three feet apart at his dining room table last Sunday, pretending to be family.It would’ve been laughable, if it wasn’t so familiar. I graduated top of my class from an Ivy League. But sure. Not enough.I looked up, letting my gaze settle on him. I don’t know what I expected—he was my mother’s newest accessory.And my mother? Well, she never missed a chance to remind me I was a disappointment.Jason kept talking, his mouth moving like a puppet show on mute.I didn’t hear him. I only heard her.You’re a disgrace.An unattractive virgin with no social life. A fucking failure.I stood before he could finish his sentence, before I could be insulted again by someone who only saw me through her cracked mirror.The second I parked, I just sat there, staring at nothing.I got out.I didn’t bother locking the door. Nobody wanted a beat-up ‘02 rustbucket with a broken

New Neighbor Pt 2

The kiss pulled me halfway to the surface, It was soft and weirdly familiar.My eyes fluttered open and I saw my neighbor, the one from the elevator.The one I had been fantasizing about before my mother interrupted.Fuck.She was here in my room, almost straddling me, and kissing me. “What—what the fuck,” I gasped, shoving myself up so fast my head spun. My palm hit the mattress hard, shoving myself away from her like she’d burned me. “What are you doing?!” Her eyes widened, and hurt flickered across her face like a glitch she tried to hide. “You were… screaming,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “You were having a nightmare, I heard you through the wall, I didn’t know what to do.” “So you broke in?” I snapped, more panic than anger. “No,” she said quickly. “The door was open. I—I called out but you didn’t answer and then you were thrashing and I—” “And kissing me was your solution?” I demanded, even as something in my chest ached from the loss of her warmth. She swallo

New Neighbor Pt 3

Selene's mouth ghosted over mine again—this time, less teasing, more intent. She kissed me like she was devouring me in slow motion.Her hips rolled forward in a slow, deliberate grind, dragging her heat across the strain in my pants. I let out a strangled sound, one hand bracing on the armrest, the other still gripping her bare thigh like it was my only tether to Earth. "Relax," she whispered against my lips. "Let me take care of you." Her hand slid down my chest, nails catching just enough to make me arch into her touch. She moved lower, trailing fingers across the waistband of my sweats, toying with the hem—then up again. She smiled, watching me squirm beneath her. "You're so easy to read," she murmured. "I like that." I swallowed, chest heaving. "Is that a bad thing?" Selene shook her head, nose brushing mine. "Not at all. I want you to be honest and responsive." Her fingers slipped under my shirt, dragging it up slowly, revealing inch after inch of bare skin like she was

New Neighbor Pt 4

Selene straddled my lap, her lips wet and swollen from our last kiss, her breath ghosting over my jaw like a whisper of ash.“You did good tonight,” she murmured, dragging her nails down my chest. “Better than I expected.”I chuckled breathlessly, muscles still twitching from the last round. “Is that a compliment, or a challenge?”“A bit of both.” She smirked, but there was something softer behind it. “Zeke.”“Yeah?”She shifted, grinding lightly against me. Not enough to start anything. Just enough to make me listen.“I want you to dominate me, now.”I blinked. “Wait. What?”“You heard me.”My heart thundered in my chest, not from arousal—though that was there too, obviously—but from sheer surprise.“You mean like… now?”“No.” She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Yes, tonight. If you want to.”I swallowed. “Selene, I’ve never— I don’t know how to do that. I mean, you know I've never gone further than opening the door for a woman.”She pulled back just enough to look at me. “I won’t

Daddy’s Little Pest Pt 1

Troy ~ "What do you mean? She’s a freaking adult, why do I for some reason have to take care of her?” I asked, leaning forward placing my elbow on the desk. “I haven’t even met the girl before.” “Well, that’s part of your wife’s will. So if you want your shares you have to live with your step daughter, Lauren until her 23rd birthday.” Ross, my assistance informs me. I have this bubbling urge to fucking throw him out of my office or just fire his fucking ass, but this isn’t his fault. This was my own fucking doing. I knew Felicia had a daughter, she’d mentioned her briefly in our entire three years of dating and two months marriage, but she never delved deeper and the girl never visited us once. My relationship with Felicia was strictly business; contracted if you must add. I didn't want to end up with Bryce Monroe’s daughter, Isabel and she was tired of going on blind dates. My wife—ex wife had been sick for the entirety of our relationship, after four years together I

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