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Horny Intern 5That weekend felt endless without him. Saturday I cleaned my apartment, shopped for groceries, but every move reminded me of the collar around my neck. It chafed a little now, but I liked the feel. Sunday I tried to study for my classes, books open on the table, but my hand kept drifting between my legs. I stopped each time, breathing hard. His rules stuck in my head—no cumming without permission. By evening I emailed him: "Sir, I ache for you. When next?" No reply came that night. I tossed in bed, dreams full of his hands, his cock teasing but never filling me.Monday morning hit hard. I dressed careful—a knee-length skirt, blouse tucked in, collar hidden. At the office I dove into work, sorting client files and prepping emails. Around ten, my phone buzzed. From him: "Pack an overnight bag. Field trip today. Client meeting. Lobby at noon." My heart pounded. A trip? With him? I typed back: "Yes, sir." The morning flew by in a blur. I grabbed lunch quick, then headed hom

Horny Intern 7The rest of that weekend at the cabin wrapped me deeper in his world. Saturday morning, after he removed the toys, we ate breakfast on the porch—eggs and coffee, simple but charged with tension. He watched me eat, his eyes tracing the collar. "No touching yourself today," he reminded soft. We hiked a trail nearby, his hand on my lower back guiding me. Birds chirped, leaves rustled, but my mind stayed on the cuffs from last night. Back at the cabin, he tied me spread-eagle on the bed again. More edging—his fingers slow inside me, tongue flicking my clit until I begged hoarse. "Sir, please fuck me. Take it all." He teased with shallow thrusts of his cock, groaning my name, but pulled out and came across my breasts. Rubbed it in like lotion. Afternoon nap followed, my body cuffed loose to the bedpost while he worked on his laptop nearby.Evening brought dinner he cooked—steak on the grill, salad fresh. We ate by candlelight, him sharing more about his past. "Lost my brothe

Horny Intern 9Friday morning started with my daily ritual. I woke up early, body still buzzing from last night's bold visit to his office. The dragon outline on my hip had faded a bit from showers, but the memory burned fresh. I stood naked in front of my mirror, legs spread slight, and snapped the selfie—pussy lips glistening, collar locked tight. Sent it to him with a caption: "Yours, sir." His reply buzzed quick: "Approved. Wear the red dress tonight. No bra or panties. Company gala. You're my assistant."My heart skipped. The gala was big—annual event at a fancy hotel downtown, all employees and clients mingling. I'd heard about it but never thought I'd go. I spent the day at work in a fog, handling minor tasks like printing invites and confirming RSVPs. Coworkers buzzed excited, but I kept to myself, avoiding Jake completely. Mr. Voss passed my desk once, his hand brushing my shoulder subtle. "See you there, Mia." Heat flooded me.After work, I rushed home to get ready. Showered

Family Affair 1 Liam pulled up to the driveway in his truck, the engine rumbling to a stop as he stared at the house. It was a nice place—two stories, white siding, a wraparound porch in a quiet suburb. Not his usual scene, but Elena had sold him on it. She was inside already, directing the movers with that efficient smile of hers. They'd met six months ago at a coffee shop, her spilling her latte on his boots, laughing it off. Whirlwind romance, she called it. At forty, widowed for five years, Liam figured why not? Elena was warm, stable, everything his chaotic life needed. But her twin daughters? That was the wildcard. He grabbed a box from the truck bed, muscles flexing under his faded t-shirt. The sun beat down hot, sweat already beading on his tattooed arms—ink from his military days, skulls and eagles faded but stark. As he walked up the steps, the front door swung open. There they were: Sophia and Isabella, eighteen and id

Family Affair 3 Liam tossed in bed that night, his body still wired from the day's teases. Elena's soft snores filled the room, but sleep evaded him. His cock ached from the edging, mind replaying Isabella's topless form by the pool, Sophia's gasp when he brushed her thigh. Twins—young, ripe, forbidden. He finally drifted off around two, dreams tangled with their dark hair and soft curves. Morning came with the alarm buzzing at seven. Elena stretched beside him, yawning. "Work calls. And don't forget, I'm heading out for that conference after lunch. Back Sunday night." Liam nodded, remembering now—the business trip she'd mentioned last week. Three days alone with the girls. His pulse quickened at the thought. "Drive safe," he said, kissing her forehead. She dressed quick, skirt and blouse for the office. Downstairs, the twins ate cereal at the table. Sophia in pajamas, glasses perched on her nose, reading a book between bites. Is