All Chapters of THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Martha paced the living room, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. She’d been calling Henry’s phone for the past ten minutes straight—no answer, just endless ringing. “Pick up the damn phone,” she muttered through gritted teeth, frustration boiling over as yet another call went to voicemail.She’d woken up that morning with an intense, aching hunger deep in her core. Her pussy clenched again, tight and insistent, like it had been doing all day. It felt like she could fuck anything that moved.“Ugh, I’m burning up inside… what the fuck is happening to me?”She slammed the house phone back onto its base and leaned her forehead against the cool wall, taking a deep breath. Then her eyes landed on the calendar hanging nearby. “Wait a minute,” she whispered, scanning the dates and doing the quick math in her head.Her hand flew to her forehead. Of course—I’m ovulating. That’s why I feel like a cat in heat.She shook her head, trying to shove away the filthy thoughts crowdi

Martha stood rooted to her bedroom floor, staring first at Liam, then at the tray he held out, then back to his face.“Good morning, Martha,” he said, his eyebrow arching slightly. “Grace told me you skipped lunch yesterday, so I offered to bring your breakfast up.”“Oh, uh, no… I… I was just resting. I forgot to eat,” Martha stuttered, her cheeks burning as she quickly took the tray from his hands and slammed the door shut in his face.“I’m really sorry. I’m still not feeling like myself. Thank Grace for me,” she called through the closed door, her voice muffled.“Grace left this morning. It’s Friday.”Oh shit. Martha’s stomach dropped. She’d completely lost track of the days. Sliding down the door until she sat on the floor, she pressed her back against the wood. “Well… thanks anyway,” she said, loud enough to carry through, hoping he could hear her.It was absurd enough that he’d invaded her dreams. But fucking him in those dreams? That was worse. And now here he was, showing up at

Martha’s heart slammed against her ribs when she saw Henry in the doorway. His hand was still wrapped around his cock, cum dripping slowly down his fingers. He didn’t look angry. He looked… intense. Focused. Like he’d already decided what was going to happen next.She tried to speak right away. “Hnnn—Henry, it’s n-not wha—” The words came out muffled and garbled around the wrinkled shirt still stuffed in her mouth. She jerked her head, trying to spit it out, but the fabric was wedged too deep. Her hands flew up instinctively to pull it free—and froze mid-air.The belts were still looped tight around her wrists, anchoring them to the headboard.Curse this stupid gag, she thought, cheeks burning. Curse it, curse it, curse it.Henry stepped inside, kicked the door shut with his heel, and crossed the room without a word. His eyes stayed on her the whole time.Liam propped himself up on one elbow, smirking. “You joining, boss?”Henry didn’t answer him. He reached the bed, climbed on, and k

Finally he stops right behind me. One large hand settles on the small of my back — not stroking, just resting there. Heavy. Possessive. A silent reminder that I belong to him. My breath catches. Without warning he fists my hair and yanks my head back, the other hand grabbing a full handful of my soft breast. “Correction Two starts now,” he growls, voice low and dangerous. He tightens the first screw on the clover clamp. Sharp, sweet pain blooms through my nipple and shoots straight down to my clit like lightning. I whimper loudly, the sound cracking in my throat. He does the second clamp just as slowly, letting the bite sink in deep. My knees buckle. My pussy pulses hard, fresh slick sliding down my inner thighs. The pain is perfect — humiliating and delicious all at once. He shoves me forward onto the bed. My clamped tits bounce heavily, the metal clips jiggling and tugging with every movement. I moan at the fresh sting. Daddy reaches into the toy basket and slowly lifts out a thi

“I’m Tasha Hayes, and I have a huge crush on my mom’s boyfriend’s cock”. That’s the filthy truth I can’t stop thinking about. My parents got divorced six months ago, and now I’m stuck living with Mom and her hot, mysterious boyfriend, Mike. I was supposed to keep my distance, stay out of his way, be the quiet stepdaughter who just tries to survive the awkward family vibes. Instead, I found myself sneaking into his office, plugging in that flash drive, and watching him fuck girl after girl while my hand worked desperately between my thighs. This is my story, and this is how it goes… My heart hammered against my ribs as I slipped barefoot into Mike’s office that night, the cool wooden floor sending a shiver up my bare legs. The house was dead quiet — Mom was still buried at work like always. I left the door cracked just an inch, enough to catch any footsteps coming down the hallway. My palms were slick with sweat. I wiped them quickly on my tiny sleep shorts before easing open his des