All Chapters of Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Tell me what you're thinking about."Mark's voice was a low grunt in her ear. He was behind her, his weight a familiar, heavy pressure, his cock moving inside her with a slow, steady rhythm. They were in their bed, the room dark except for the sliver of moonlight through the blinds.Anna hesitated, gripping the sheets. The fantasy was new, a dangerous little spark she'd been nursing for weeks. It felt stupid to say it out loud."Come on," Mark urged, his thrusts a little deeper."It's that look you get. Your mind is somewhere else. Tell me."She took a breath."What if... what if there was someone else here with us?"Mark stilled inside her. His body went rigid. For a terrifying second, Anna thought she had made a terrible mistake. Then he let out a slow, shaky breath."Someone else?" he repeated, his voice barely a whisper."Yeah," she said, pushing back against him, encouraging him to move again."Another man."He started to move again, but the rhythm was different now. It was slowe

Anna lay tangled in Mark’s arms, the scent of sex, sweat, and Leo’s cologne filling her lungs. It was a filthy, intoxicating perfume. Mark’s hand was stroking her hair, a slow, rhythmic motion that was both comforting and possessive."Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, his voice a low whisper against her temple.Anna turned her head to look at him. His eyes were searching her face, looking for any sign of regret. She saw none of that in herself. All she felt was a profound, bone-deep satisfaction and a buzzing, electric energy."I'm more than okay," she said, her voice still husky. "I feel... alive."A slow smile spread across Mark's face."Me too. God, Anna. When you were telling me what to do... when you told him to fuck you... I've never been so hard in my life.""Really?" she asked, a thrill going through her. "You liked that? Me telling him what to do?""I loved it," he said, his hand moving from her hair down to her breast, his thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple."Y

Are you ready to find a new toy? Anna’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.The image Mark had painted was undeniably potent, a dark, secret fantasy she hadn't even known she had. The thought of a woman's soft skin, her skilled tongue, was a powerful aphrodisiac. But the jealousy that followed was a bitter poison, burning in her gut.She looked at her husband, at the confident, challenging glint in his eye. He had enjoyed watching her with men. He had called her a queen. But now, he wanted to change the game. He wanted to see her with a woman, and the unspoken question what about him and the woman? was a loaded gun on the table."And you'd just... watch?" Anna asked, her voice tighter than she intended."For a while," Mark said, a slow, wicked smile playing on his lips.He was enjoying this. He was enjoying her uncertainty."But I can't make any promises. It depends on the mood. And on what you tell me to do."He was putting the control back in her hands, but it felt differen

Anna’s mind was a battlefield. The rational part of her, the part that had built her career and her marriage on a foundation of control, was screaming at her to refuse. To laugh in Cora’s face, to take Mark’s hand, and to walk out of the bar, leaving this arrogant, beautiful woman to her own devices. It was a trap. A beautifully wrapped, intoxicating trap.But the other part of her, the part that had been awakened by Mark new fantasies brought to life by the feeling of Elias’s and Leo’s hands on her body, was thrumming with a dark, excited energy. This was the next level. This was the challenge Mark had wanted her to face. And God help her, she wanted it, too.She risked a glance at Mark. He was staring into his whiskey glass, but his knuckles were white where he gripped it. His jaw was tight with tension. He was terrified. And he was more turned on than she had ever seen him. The sight of his raw, unguarded arousal was the final push she needed.Anna looked back at Cora, whose fingers

The elevator opened directly into the penthouse. The woman was there, her back to the elevator, a black silhouette against the wall of windows showing the entire city. She didn't turn around."Come in," she said. Her voice was calm.Jules stepped out. The floor was cold white marble. The apartment was huge and empty.The woman turned. Her name was Cora. She was sharp and beautiful, with eyes that seemed to see right through Jules's clothes. She looked Jules up and down, a slow, deliberate inspection."You're Jules," she said."Yes," Jules whispered."The ad said you were obedient," Cora said, walking closer."We'll see."She stopped in front of Jules. "Take off your clothes."Jules's hands shook. She pulled the zipper on her dress and let it fall.She unhooked her bra and slid her panties down. She stood naked in the middlof the room.Cora walked around her. She stopped behind Jules."Spread your legs."Jules did. Cora kicked her feet wider. Then she grabbed Jules's ass, her hands rough