All Chapters of Wet Desires [An Erotic Collection]: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alexander Voss’s POVThe elevator doors slide open directly into the master bedroom of my penthouse. Their space below is beautiful, but this—this is where I break them completely.They’re already here, waiting exactly as ordered.On the bed. On all fours. Side by side. Faces pressed into the sheets, asses high in the air, legs spread wide. The city lights spill through the massive windows behind them, painting their skin in neon blues and golds. Cum from earlier still dries on their faces and tits, streaking their cheeks like filthy makeup.They didn’t clean themselves perfectly. Good. I told them to use only their tongues on each other. I want them marked. Degraded. Reeking of sex and submission.The air smells like pussy and fear.I strip slowly this time. Shirt first—buttons popping one by one. They hear each sound and their breathing hitches. Pants next. I step out of them, cock already hard again, heavy and aching.I climb onto the bed behind them.No words yet.I grab Lila’s ha

Alexander Voss’s POVThe sun has barely set when I decide it’s time.The balcony wraps around the entire top floor—three sides of uninterrupted glass railing, seventy stories above the city. Below us, traffic crawls like ants, lights blinking in endless streams. People live entire lives down there, oblivious to what happens up here.Tonight, the world gets a shadow of the truth.I don’t bother dressing them.Naked. Collars only. Black leather for Lila, rose gold for Sophia. Leashes clipped on—long, thin chains that glint in the evening light.I lead them out on all fours.The air is cool, wind whipping around the building, raising goosebumps on their skin. Their nipples harden instantly. Knees scrape lightly on the smooth marble floor as they crawl behind me.I stop at the widest section—the one facing the busiest avenue. Directly across stands another tower, offices still lit, people working late. A few floors down, a rooftop bar glows with string lights and laughter.Perfect.I loop

Alexander Voss’s POVThe one-way glass slides open with a soft hiss.Victor, Marcus, and Elias step into the bedroom like predators entering an arena. Suits shed in the lounge, they’re down to black dress shirts, sleeves rolled, eyes hungry. Cocks already straining against expensive trousers.My pets are exactly where I left them after Chapter 4: sprawled on the bed, blindfolds back on, bodies glistening with dried cum, pussies plugged and leaking, asses striped red from the crop. Breathing shallow. Waiting.I stand at the foot of the bed, arms crossed.“Gentlemen,” I announce, “the show was just foreplay. Now you get to play.”Lila whimpers. Sophia’s thighs clench.I nod to Victor. “Russian, you like pain. Start us off.”Victor grins — gold tooth flashing — and approaches with a heavy leather flogger in one hand, violet wand in the other.He circles the bed slowly, trailing the flogger tails over their skin. Goosebumps rise instantly.“Which one first, Alex?”“Both. Make them dance.”

I wake up in silk sheets that definitely weren’t in the summoning chamber last night. Sunlight pours through floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Hollywood Hills. My body aches in the most delicious way—holes still tender, belly slightly rounded from the gallons of demonic cum he left inside me. I stretch, moaning softly, and realize I’m alone in the bed. But not for long. The bathroom door opens, and he steps out—still towering, obsidian skin gleaming, horns proud, wings tucked away for now. All six cocks are there, but they’re softer, hanging heavy between his thighs like sleeping serpents. He’s carrying a silver tray: fresh fruit, coffee, pastries. The devil himself bringing me breakfast in bed. He sets it on the nightstand, golden eyes raking over my naked body. “You earned this,” he says, voice low and warm. “But first… I’m going to taste what’s mine.” I don’t even have time to respond. He crawls onto the bed like a predator, massive hands sliding under my thighs, sprea

My name’s Alex, and I’ve just turned 19. College freshman, living back at home to save on dorm costs. Sounds normal, right? Except nothing’s been normal since Mom married Derek two years ago.Derek—my stepdad—is this towering, ripped beast of a man. Mid-40s, ex-military, with salt-and-pepper hair, a jawline that could cut glass, and arms like fucking tree trunks from all those gym sessions. He runs his own construction company, so he’s always coming home sweaty, shirt clinging to his broad chest, those jeans hugging his thick thighs… and that bulge. Fuck, that bulge. I’ve caught myself staring way too many times, my cock twitching in my pants like it’s got a mind of its own.At first, I hated him. Thought he was just some asshole trying to play dad to me when I didn’t need one. But over time, that hate twisted into something else. Something dark, hungry.I’d hear him fucking Mom through the thin walls—her moans, his deep grunts—and I’d jerk off in my room, imagining it was me under hi