Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wet Desires: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Story 10: The Alpha Sex Omega 3ALINAHis heavy body lay on mine, pressing my weak body on the wall with his weight but I couldn't feel it as my mind was filled with the words he had muttered unconsciously. My breathing became heavier, my eyes turned red, not in pain or anger but happiness. “What did you just say?” Did he just confess his feelings unconsciously? Does that mean…My hand covered my mouth in shock, my eyes became blurry with tears but in order not to wake him up, I could only whimper in my hands, my tears falling and covering my face. A minute later, I calmed my excitement and stood up but with my hands holding him so he wouldn't fall as I could guess he was asleep. I dragged him to the bed, laid him on it and finally sat down tiredly. He was so heavy I could feel the ache in my muscles. I looked at him deeply then began pulling off my clothes to walk to the washroom. As I stood

Chapter 3 – GuestsDays started to blur together. I lost track of how many had passed since they locked the collar around my neck. One morning they told me to shower. They stood in the doorway and watched while I shaved my legs, my pussy, every inch they pointed at. The razor shook in my hand. When I finished, Sev threw a small bottle of oil onto the tile.“Rub it everywhere,” he said. “We have guests tonight.”My stomach turned cold. “Guests?”Soren only smiled.They did not give me clothes. Just the collar and a thin gold chain that clipped to the front ring. Sev held the other end and led me through the penthouse like a pet. The living room was already dark. Candles burned on the long table and on shelves along the walls. Eight men sat waiting, drinks in their hands. Some I remembered from the fight pit. The others looked rich and dangerous.A thick velvet cushion lay at one end of the table. Soren pushed me down over it, stomach on the cushion, knees on the floor. My cheek pressed

Chapter 5 – The EscapeFriday night arrived like a fever dream.They dressed me themselves. Sev slid the tiny black dress over my head, hands lingering on every inch of skin before it disappeared under silk. Soren buckled the new heels, thinner collar around my throat. A delicate gold leash clipped to the front ring and lay cold between my breasts. No panties. The heels were so tall my legs shook when I stood.I looked in the mirror and saw a perfect, expensive pet.Sev kissed my bare shoulder. “Behave tonight and we’ll let you come in the car on the way home.”Soren’s eyes met mine in the glass. “Misbehave and we’ll fuck you on the club floor in front of everyone.”I smiled, soft and sweet. “I’ll be so good for you.”They believed me.We rode the private elevator down together. My heart beats slowly and steadily. The butter knife was taped flat against the inside of my left thigh, hidden under the hem of the dress. I had practiced pulling it free a hundred times. The spare elevator

Mommy's husband, my owner 1The reception was loud and bright and full of people I didn’t know. Mom looked beautiful in her white dress, laughing too hard every time Victor touched her waist. He looked perfect too. Tall, dark hair going silver at the sides, suit cut sharp enough to make my stomach flip when he smiled. Forty-two and richer than God. I kept telling myself that was why my palms were sweaty.I stood near the cake in my pale pink bridesmaid dress, sipping champagne I wasn’t supposed to have yet. Nineteen in three weeks, close enough. The bubbles went straight to my head.Victor found me an hour after the dancing started.“Walk with me, Lily,” he said, voice low, hand already on the small of my back. No one noticed us slip away. Everyone was drunk or busy kissing Mom’s cheek.He steered me down a hallway, past the kitchen noise, into the wine cellar. It was cool and dim, racks of dusty bottles on every wall. The door clicked shut behind us and the party sound disappeared.I

Mommy's husband, my owner 3The next afternoon was hot, the kind of heat that makes everything sticky. Mom wanted to “christen the pool.” She came downstairs in a white string bikini that barely held her in. I followed in the only swimsuit Victor had left in my drawer: a pale blue one-piece with high-cut hips and a back that dipped almost to my ass. No lining. My nipples showed straight through when it got wet.Victor was already outside, shirtless in black trunks, sunglasses hiding his eyes. He didn’t say anything, just looked us over slow and nodded once, like he was pleased with his purchases.Mom spread towels on two loungers. I started toward the third.“No,” Victor said. “Lily, your suit is going to laundry.” He held out his hand.I froze.Mom laughed, light and clueless. “She’s shy, honey.”Victor didn’t laugh. “Now, Lily.”My face burned, but I peeled the suit off. The air felt cool on my bare skin. I stood naked except for sunglasses, arms crossed over my chest.He crooked a