All Chapters of Wet Desires: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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51 - Mummy's husband, my owner 4

Mummy's husband, my owner 4Victor waited until a rainy Thursday when the house staff had the day off. He found us in the kitchen: Mom in a silk robe making sandwiches, me in one of his white shirts and nothing else. He took Mom’s wrist, then mine, and said only, “Come.”We followed him downstairs.At the end of the wine cellar hallway was a door I had never noticed. Solid black, no handle on the outside. Victor pressed his thumb to a small pad. The lock clicked. He pushed it open and flicked on soft red lights.The room was big and warm. Mirrors on every wall and the ceiling. Black leather bench in the center, chains hanging from the roof, a wall of toys I had only seen in the darkest corners of the internet. It smelled like leather and sex.Mom’s mouth actually fell open. “Victor… when did you—”“Years ago,” he said. “Waiting for the right family.”He shut the door. The click sounded final.He walked to Mom first. Kissed her soft, then spun her and cuffed her wrists to a padded ba

Last Updated : 2026-01-18

52 - Mommy's husband, my owner 5

Mommy's husband, my owner 5Summer was almost over. I was supposed to leave for college in four days.I came downstairs that last morning in Victor’s black dress shirt and nothing else. Mom was already in the kitchen wearing only an apron, flipping pancakes. Victor sat at the island in sweatpants, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. He looked up when I walked in and smiled like he knew something I didn’t.“Morning, baby,” Mom said, cheerful. “Blueberry or chocolate chip?”I opened my mouth to answer and Victor slid a small velvet box across the counter toward me.“Open it.”Inside was a collar. Thinner than Mom’s, black velvet with tiny diamonds all the way around, a small silver ring in front. Beautiful and permanent.My heart started hammering.He stood, walked around the island, and took the collar out. Mom turned off the stove and came to stand beside me, eyes soft.Victor brushed my hair back. “Kneel, Lily.”I dropped to my knees on the warm tile without thinking.He buckle

Last Updated : 2026-01-18

53 - My bodyguard 1

My bodyguard 1I remember the day Knox arrived like it was etched into my skin with a hot blade. My parents had been paranoid ever since that creep started sending those letters—twisted little notes slipped under the door of our estate, promising he'd come for me soon. I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, living off Daddy's—no, my father's—credit cards and the endless parties that came with being the heiress to a tech fortune. Freedom was my drug, and now it was being ripped away because some psycho thought he owned a piece of me.They hired him without even asking. "Knox will keep you safe," my mother said over brunch, her voice all polished pearls and fake concern. "He's ex-special forces. The best." I rolled my eyes, stabbing at my eggs, imagining some balding rent-a-cop who'd follow me around like a lost puppy. But when the front door opened that afternoon, and he stepped inside, my fork clattered to the plate.He was a fucking mountain. Six-foot-six, easy, with shoulders that

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54 - My bodyguard 2

My bodyguard 2The days blurred into a haze of possession after that first morning. Knox had carved his rules into me like tattoos, invisible but permanent, and I found myself waking earlier each day, my body already humming in anticipation. The belt collar was gone—replaced by something subtler, a thin silver chain he'd locked around my neck with a pendant that looked innocent but hid his initials engraved on the back. "A reminder," he'd said, tugging it until it bit into my skin. I wore it always, even in the shower, feeling its weight like his hand on my throat.But the real torment started in the SUV. Every morning, after my "greeting"—naked on my knees, thighs parted while he inspected me with those rough fingers, praising or punishing based on how slick I'd gotten overnight—we'd head out. My parents insisted I keep up appearances: classes at the university, lunches with "friends" who were really just social climbers. Knox drove, or rather, the chauffeur did, while Knox sat in th

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55 - My bodyguard 3

My bodyguard 3The nights became his domain, a twisted extension of the possession that started at dawn and bled through every hour. Knox had the house wired like a fortress—cameras in every corner, feeds streaming straight to his phone, his laptop, his watchful eyes. "For your safety," he'd say, but I knew better. It was for control. To watch me when I thought I was alone, touching myself in the shower or squirming in bed, replaying his touches. He'd shown me once, pulling up a clip of me in the kitchen, bending over the fridge in nothing but a tank top, my ass on display. "See how you tease me, little girl?" he'd growled, then fucked me right there on the counter until the marble was slick with us.But the real lessons came at midnight—or later, when the world slept and the estate was a silent tomb. The first time, I jolted awake to his hand clamped over my mouth, his body a shadow pinning me to the mattress. It was 3 a.m., the digital clock glowing red like blood. I thrashed instin

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56 - My bodyguard 4

My bodyguard 4The gala was my parents' annual spectacle—a glittering cage of crystal chandeliers, champagne fountains, and fake smiles from the elite who pretended to care about whatever charity was the flavor of the month. This year, it was something about orphaned whales or whatever; I didn't give a shit. All I cared about was the dress Knox had chosen for me. Emerald silk, backless, plunging neckline that barely contained my breasts, the fabric clinging like a second skin down to my ankles, with a slit up one thigh that screamed invitation. "No panties," he'd instructed that morning, his fingers buried inside me during inspection, twisting until I agreed with a whimper. "I want to smell you wanting me all night."The estate buzzed with preparations, caterers scurrying like ants, but Knox kept me isolated upstairs, "prepping" me. He bent me over the vanity again—our favorite spot—hiking the dress up to my waist. "Let's see if you're ready," he murmured, his breath hot on my neck as

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57 - The bodyguard 5

The bodyguard 5The night the stalker came, the world shattered like glass under a boot. It was 2 a.m., the estate wrapped in that heavy silence that only old money can buy—thick walls, acres of manicured grounds, security systems Knox had upgraded himself. I'd fallen asleep alone for the first time in weeks, my body still aching from the gala's aftermath. Knox had fucked me raw that evening, bending me over the balcony railing overlooking the empty ballroom, his cock pounding into me while he whispered how my cum-stained dress had driven him mad all night. "You're mine to ruin," he'd growled, filling me until it leaked down my legs. But then his phone buzzed—a perimeter alert at the gatehouse. "Stay here," he'd ordered, locking my bedroom door from the outside as always. I obeyed, curling under the silk sheets, the silver chain around my neck a cold comfort, my pussy still pulsing with his absence.Sleep came uneasy, dreams tangled with shadows and hands that weren't his. A crash jo

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58 - My lustful stepbrother 1

My lustful stepbrother 1I came home because I had no choice. College kicked me out after one too many parties and failed classes. At twenty-one, I felt like a failure rolling up to the house in my beat-up car, bags thrown in the back. Mom had remarried while I was away, some guy named Rick who owned a auto shop. Fine, whatever. But she forgot to mention the package deal: his son, Jax.He was there when I walked in, leaning against the kitchen counter like he owned the place. Twenty-eight, covered in tattoos that snaked up his arms and neck, hair shaved short on the sides, longer on top. His eyes hit me first, dark and hard, like he was sizing me up for a fight. Prison ink, I thought. Mom had said something about him doing time for assault or whatever. He wore a black tee that hugged his muscles and jeans that hung low."Hey, little sis," he said, voice low and rough. A smirk tugged at his lips.I dropped my bag by the door. "Don't call me that. We're not family."He pushed off the co

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59 - My lustful stepbrother 2

My lustful stepbrother 2After that first week, Jax owned my thoughts. I hated it. Every time I saw him around the house, smirking over his coffee or tinkering in the garage, my body remembered. The stretch of his cock, the cold bite of his piercing, the way he'd fill me up and leave me leaking. Mom and Rick stayed clueless, chatting about work and dinner plans like we were one big happy family. But at night, when the house went quiet, Jax would slip into my room. He'd fuck me slow, chaining my wrist to the bed with whatever he had handy, his belt or a tie. "Can't have you running off, sis," he'd whisper, thrusting deep until I begged for his cum.One night, it changed. I was in bed, scrolling my phone, trying not to think about him. The door opened without a knock. Jax stood there in his leather jacket, keys dangling from his fingers. "Get dressed. We're going out."I sat up, pulling the sheet higher. "Out? It's midnight."He grinned, that dark twist to his lips. "Yeah. Protection du

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60 - My lustful stepbrother 3

My lustful stepbrother 3Dinner was Mom's idea. "We need to bond as a family," she said that morning, all smiles while flipping pancakes. Rick nodded along, sipping his coffee, talking about work at the shop. I forced a smile, but my mind was on Jax. He'd fucked me in the shower before they woke up, his cock deep in my pussy while water ran over us. "Quick one, sis," he'd whispered, coming inside me fast. Now, his seed still leaked a little, making my thighs sticky under my dress.I picked a sundress for dinner, light blue, short enough to tease. No panties, per Jax's rule. He caught me in the hall before we sat down, backing me against the wall. His fingers checked quick, sliding up my thigh to my bare folds. "Good girl. Wet already." He pumped once, then licked his fingers clean. "Save it for later."The table was set nice, candles and all. Mom at one end, Rick at the other. Jax next to me, his thigh brushing mine under the cloth. We passed plates—steak, potatoes, salad. Small talk

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