Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories : Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 210

The next day, Meredith arrived for our scheduled lesson just as she had the day before. But this time, my mom was nowhere to be seen, she had left early that morning for a weekend trip with some friends. The knowledge that we were completely alone filled me with a heady sense of anticipation and excitement.Meredith smiled knowingly as I opened the door, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was dressed casually today in a tight tank top that hugged her ample curves and short shorts that showed off her long, toned legs. I couldn't help but stare appreciatively as she sashayed past me into the entryway."Your mom isn't here?" she asked, an eyebrow raised. "How convenient.""I suppose it is," I agreed, closing the door behind her. "Especially since you're wearing those tiny little shorts. I bet I could slide my hand right up them and make you moan..."Meredith shivered at my words, a flush rising on her cheeks. "We should focus on the lesson first," she chided breathlessly, but there

Meredith’s hands shot up, palms pressing hard against my chest as she shoved me back, breaking the tight press of our bodies. “Geez, slow down!” she snapped, her voice sharp but laced with something softer, like she was fighting herself too. Her eyes flicked over me, catching the desperate flush on my face, the obvious bulge straining my jeans. “You like sex too much, don’t you ever think about the fact I’m way older than you?”I stumbled back a step, my breath ragged, my cock throbbing so hard it hurt, a dull ache that made my head spin. “I don’t care,” I rasped, my voice raw with need, stepping toward her again.“I don’t give a fuck about your age, Meredith. I need you, right now. It’s killing me.” My hands twitched, itching to grab her, to pull her back into me, the memory of her moans and the woman’s gasps down the hall fueling the fire in my veins.Meredith’s eyes narrowed, her breath hitching as she held up a hand, keeping the distance between us. “You need to calm down,” she

Her words hung in the air like a dare, that sugary purr of her voice wrapping around me, pulling me toward her like a moth to a flame. I stood, my legs a little shaky, and dropped my backpack on the couch, my heart hammering so loud I was sure she could hear it. She stood there, hands on her hips, her black lace bralette barely holding her full breasts, the sheer fabric teasing the hard peaks of her nipples. Those leather shorts were a crime, so tight they molded to every curve, riding up to show the swell of her ass. Her fishnet stockings shimmered, her stilettos gave her an extra inch of power, and her dark hair spilled over her shoulders, framing that crimson lipped smile that promised trouble. Sweat glistened on her skin, catching the soft light, and I swear she glowed, like some goddess of temptation who knew exactly how to unravel me.“Alright, tough guy,” she said, her voice dripping with playful mockery as she stepped onto the mat, gesturing for me to follow. “Let’s start

~DerekI leaned against the upstairs railing, half hidden by the shadows of the hallway, my eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in the foyer below.My stepmom, Vanessa, was all smiles, her voice carrying that fake, syrupy warmth she used when she wanted to impress.She stood close to the new maid, gesturing with her manicured hands as she introduced her to Dad, Don, as she called him, like it made her sound younger or some shit. The maid stood there, quiet, her head slightly bowed, and even from up here, I could tell she was something else.Her name was Lila, Vanessa had said earlier, 21 and fresh from some small town, hired to keep this oversized house spotless. She wore this big, frumpy dress, probably some hand me down or thrift store find gray and shapeless, like it was trying to hide her body shape.But it didn’t. Not even close. The way she stood, the curve of her hips pushing against the fabric, the way her dark hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders it was like the dress

~Lila The house was dead quiet, the kind of stillness that only comes in the deep of night when everyone’s tucked away, lost in their dreams. The clock on the kitchen wall ticked past midnight, and I crept out of my little room, my bare feet cold against the hardwood floor. The dishes from dinner were piled in the sink, I figured now was as good a time as any to tackle them. No one would be around to hover or judge, and I needed to keep my head down, prove I was worth the job.I rolled up the sleeves of my oversized nightshirt, a faded thing I’d brought from home, and turned on the faucet, keeping the water low so it wouldn’t make too much noise. As the sink filled, my mind wandered back to that woman’s voice, Miss Clara, the one who’d brought me to the city, her sharp words ringing in my ears. “Make sure your salary isn’t just what you’re earning there, be wise, Lila!” She’d said it with a knowing look, her eyebrows raised, like it was obvious.I wasn’t stupid, I knew what she m