All Chapters of Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

I stood by the stairs, watching them leave together. The sound of the car faded down the street until the house settled into silence again, thick and strange, like it had been waiting for this.Then, the alarm at the gate buzzed. Once. Twice.I frowned. “Who?”I stepped outside. Through the metal bars, a familiar figure stood under the streetlight, tall, athletic, a little out of breath.“Matt?”The basketball boy.He looked up, relief flashing in his eyes. “Lucy. Finally.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I, I’ve been worried. You disappeared after that night. I came by a few times but your mum was home.”For a moment, I just stared at him, the same easy grin, the same spark in his eyes that had made me laugh days ago. Something warm and reckless stirred in my chest.“I’m here now,” I said quietly, unlocking the gate.He hesitated. “I shouldn’t barge in…”“Just come in,” I cut in, glancing up and down the street. “Before the neighbors start asking questions.”He stepped inside, and I

It was a dark, stormy night as I stumbled into the seedy bar, desperate for a drink to take the edge off. The place was dimly lit, filled with the dim, yellow glow of ancient neon signs and the pungent aroma of stale beer. I found a lonely corner and ordered a whiskey, feeling the burn as it slid down my throat.As I sat there, nursing my drink, I couldn't help but notice the woman across the room. She was a real looker, tall, with long, shapely legs that seemed to go on for miles. Her dress was short and tight, clinging to her curvy figure in all the right places. She moved with a sultry grace, her hips swaying seductively as she danced.I watched her for what felt like hours, transfixed by her beauty and the way she moved. She caught me staring and flashed me a sultry smile, beckoning me over with a crooked finger. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should play it safe and stay put. But the pull of her body was too strong to resist.I made my way over to her, my heart pound

I hated him for that. I hated the way he looked at me, the way he’d reduced me to nothing but a body he could buy. But more than that, I hated how much I needed that money. My landlord’s threats were real, eviction notices weren’t just pieces of paper anymore; they were a ticking clock. My car was barely holding together, and every day I prayed it wouldn’t die on me. I was drowning, and that $150,000 was a lifeline, no matter how filthy it felt.I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him no, to hold on to the shred of dignity I had left, “Mr. Blake, I’m here for a job, not… whatever you’re suggesting” but the words caught in my throat. My mind flashed to the stack of bills on my kitchen counter, the late night calls from debt collectors, the way I’d skipped meals to save a few bucks. I thought about what it would mean to say yes, not just the money, but the cost. Could I live with myself? Could I look in the mirror and not see someone who’d sold out? But then I thought about the alte

As I lay there, naked and used, Mr. Blake finally pulled himself away. He straightened his suit and adjusted his tie, looking every bit the respectable businessman once more."You did well," he said, his voice cool and detached, as if we hadn't just engaged in the most intimate act imaginable. "I'll have the car delivered to your address. It will be there by the end of the day."I nodded mutely, still too stunned to form words. He walked towards the door, pausing for a moment with his hand on the knob."Be ready for more of the same," he said, his tone casual, almost conversational. "This is just the beginning. I expect you to be... accommodating... to my needs. Am I clear?"I swallowed hard, a chill running down my spine at his words. I knew what he was implying, what he was expecting from me. The thought of being at his mercy again, of being used for his twisted pleasure, filled me with equal parts dread and shameful excitement."Yes," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

The lunch hour dragged on in the office, the hum of fluorescent lights and distant chatter from the break room doing nothing to drown out the ache between my legs or the sticky reminder of Mr. Blake's morning welcome still lingering on my thighs. I'd barely caught my breath after he'd left me slumped at my desk, skirt twisted and blouse half buttoned, my pussy throbbing from the way he'd devoured me right there against his desk.I'd come so hard, biting my fist to muffle the cries, my juices dripping down my legs as his tongue flicked mercilessly over my clit, sucking until I saw stars. Now, trying to focus on emails and his calendar, every shift in my chair sent a fresh wave of heat through me, my body betraying me with slick need even as shame clawed at my gut. The $150,000 direct deposit had hit my account that morning, a digital chain linking me to this hell but it wasn't enough to quiet the voices screaming I should run.I was picking at a sad salad at my desk, avoiding the ca