All Chapters of No Saints in My Bed: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ChantelleI looked at my reflection that morning; there I was, wearing a white cropped shirt, a short leather skirt with fishnet hose, and black pumps.I took extra care with my hair and makeup too; I almost burnt my hair. I couldn’t believe I was doing all of this for him.When he arrived, I was typing a report at my desk. He paused in front of me, eyes scanning me slowly, expression unreadable. Then he smirked, the kind that made butterflies flutter in my stomach.“Good,” he murmured, walking past me toward his office. “Come on. We need to discuss your new role.”My throat went dry.I followed him inside, trying to seem unfazed, even though my heart was beating faster in my chest. He didn’t look up as he handed me a folder.“What’s this?” I asked.“I’m offering you a new contract,” he began. “Look at the terms…”I opened it, flipping through the pages. It was not a normal employment contract. The heading was Terms of Submission.There were clauses about “discretion,” “availability,”

ChantelleThose were the last words I remembered saying, and then my loud moaning and his deep grunting, the slick wet noises our bodies made where we joined, the sound of his balls slapping hard against my ass, my hips slamming into the table, and the table scraping lightly against the posh rug because of how hard and fast his thrusts were – all of this interwoven into one sensual sound, and I was far too deep in my head to make sense of any of it.The orgasm that hit me was consuming; it was the same one that hit him. He had grabbed onto me as he shuddered violently, and I was thankful that he did because my knees gave out, and I would have dropped to the floor if he hadn’t held me up. His groans were loud as he spurted short spurts of cum into me.By the end of it, we were both out of breath and sweating despite the perfect air conditioning. I collapsed on the table, and he collapsed on top of me.For the first hour, I could barely walk, but I did manage to get up on my feet and fi

EmmaA few years later…“Oh, babe, you’ve got to let me—” She giggled. “I’ve got to—” more giggles. The keys dangled in her hand as she tried to fit them into the keyhole.I rolled my eyes and plucked the keys from her fingers. “The door is open.”“Thank you,” Olivia mouthed before resuming her make-out session with Byron, her new boyfriend. They’d been together for five months now, and it looked like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.Unfortunately, I always had front-row seats to their show. Their loud kissing echoed through the entryway as he wandered blindly inside, Olivia still wrapped around him like a koala.I sighed and carried the boxes in, one by one. When I turned back, they were still at it. Olivia’s hands were looped around his neck while his hands slid down her thighs, drifting way too close to her ass.I stood there in awkward silence, scratching the bridge of my nose.Olivia let out a soft moan, and that was my cue. “Hey! Hey! Cut it out, quickly!”Byron’s

EmmaI touched myself in the shower, and I lay in the bathtub and used the bidet in between my legs. All I did was think about him—us laid up next to each other. I increased the setting and pointed it between my legs until I was writhing in the bathtub.I did it again; this time, I added nipple stimulation, turning the bidet on my breasts. I fondled my own breasts until my toes curled as my orgasm hit me.Steam still curled around me when I opened the bathroom door, towel clutched tight. I nearly screamed when I saw Noah standing there. His eyes widened like he’d seen a ghost.“Oh my God, Emma, I’m so sorry!” he blurted, spinning halfway toward the wall. “I forgot for a moment you were here. I thought everyone was downstairs…” he trailed off.“Yeah?” I asked, wide-eyed, still clutching tightly to my towel.“I wanted to ask…”“Ask what?” I blurted out too quickly.He rubbed the back of his neck; I could see the struggle in his eyes. “About last night. You, um, were lying in bed, and I—

EmmaMy heart was pounding in my chest. I was fiddling with my fingers, and all my attention was on the TV screen. Thankfully, they were no longer trying to eat each other anymore. It would be awkward for Olivia and Byron to walk in on that.“Hi, Liv…” I internally rolled my eyes. Liv? Really, Emma? Where was that coming from?“Oh, Emma!” She dropped the bags in her hands and ran toward me. “You haven’t called me Liv since high school!” She pulled me into a bear hug. “Did you miss me?”I nodded, not trusting my voice to utter a word. My heart was racing in my chest.“Noah, why don’t you be a darling and help Byron with the bags?” she said in a mocking tone.Noah gave her a look before rising to his feet. He looked really calm and collected compared to me. Except for the bulge in his pants, which he expertly tried to hide, there was no sign that we had been making out only moments ago.Well, frankly, it wasn’t just making out; I knew then and there if he had wanted to take it further,