Lahat ng Kabanata ng WET DESIRES (A COLLECTION OF EROTIC STORIES) : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

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

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

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

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

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