Semua Bab Ignite me (A collection of Short Erotica): Bab 41 - Bab 50

Alexander's POV I come from a famous wealthy family, but I have built an empire for myself based on control. Boardrooms, stock markets, and entire industries bend to my will. Yet one dark-haired maid with olive skin and a mouth made for sin has me breaking every personal rule I have ever set. Maria. From the moment I see her in the foyer, stretching to dust that shelf with her uniform showing her long smooth leg, I know I will have her. The only question is how thoroughly. Mother is asleep only two floors above, as I watch her kneel, watching those full lips wrap tight around my cock while her big brown eyes look up at me in perfect submission that makes me feel alive. I nearly come the second she swallows me down. Her hands work like magic too, stroking my shaft and massaging my balls with just the right pressure, making me throb harder in her mouth. I spend the next day in meetings via video, but my mind stays on her. Every time she moves through the house, serving lunch or w

Maria's POV I know exactly what I am doing when I "accidentally" tip the coffee pot at breakfast. My hand shakes just enough to sell the mistake, but the hot coffee splashes straight across Alexander's crisp white shirt. The fabric turns see-through, clinging to the hard lines of his chest and stomach. Mrs. Harrington gasps and starts dabbing at the stain with her napkin, muttering about how clumsy I am. Alexander doesn't say a word. His blue eyes snap to mine and darken instantly, that predatory gleam I love so much making my stomach flip. My pussy clenches hard just from the promise in that look. No words needed, I know my punishment is coming, and I want it. The morning goes by, and I carry out my daily activities. Every time I move, the collar around my throat, hidden in my uniform, shifts, reminding me of who I belong to. By noon, I am soak from nothing more than the memory of his stare. Whenever he walks past, I steal glances, but he acts like I don't exist, face blank and c

I walk into the massage parlor, and the familiar chime of the bell announces my arrival. The lobby is softly lit with lamps that cast a warm glow over the chairs and potted ferns. The air smells of a soothing aroma of essential oils, calming my nerves almost instantly. My twenty-one-year-old self has been coming here for months now, ever since my boyfriend recommended Helena, his eldest sister, for her "miraculous" hands.But today, something feels different. Something is different. I don't see Helena, I only see an extremely gorgeous man around his 40s, tall and muscular in his casual clothes. He looks at me when I check in, his dark eyes lingering on the curve of my neck. My heart catches in my chest when he gives me a sultry look. Normally I would feel uncomfortable that an older guy was looking at me that way, but I don't feel uncomfortable. I feel excited, a deadly anticipation.“Um… Where's Helena?” I ask.“She has a friend's wedding to attend to. Who are you?” he asks, his voic

“That was my best massage. I feel like I owe you,” I say when our eyes lock. “How about a free massage from me in return? Fair's fair.”He pauses and glances at his semi-erect cock. “Alright,” he agrees, a slow smile spreading on his lips. “But only if you're sure.” I nod eagerly, touching his chiseled torso, the trail of hair leading down to his abs that flex with each movement of my hand.He lies face down on the table, mirroring my earlier position, his ass firm and rounded.I take a moment to admire him before pouring oil into my palms, rubbing them together just as he did. I start at his shoulders, circling out the tension. His muscles are solid, but I feel him relax under my touch. I stroke down his back, spreading the oil, feeling the ridges of his spine. Inhaling his masculine arousal.His groans are low, appreciative, vibrating through his body into mine. At his lower back, I press my palms flat, gliding in circles, then deeper into the muscles. He shifts, a subtle sign that

Camilla's POV He is shirtless, his pants hanging dangerously low on his hips, revealing that sharp V of muscle that arrows down to where I shouldn't look. But I do. Tattoos cover his chest and arms, dark ink swirling like storm clouds over his sculpted abs. His hair is wild, as if he bolted from bed. Those brown eyes of his, now feral, scan the room before locking on me.He comes to me, his muscles flexing under his skin. The bed dips as he reaches me, hauling me up by the waist in one swift motion. He slams me against his chest, one arm banding around my ribs like steel, the other fisting my hair at the nape, yanking my head back so I'm forced to meet his gaze.His body is a furnace hot, hard everywhere. And god, his cock, already brutally hard, thick and throbbing, presses against my stomach without a hint of shame. It twitches as I shift, sending a sensation to my pussy."Stop shaking," he growls against my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "I've got you, principessa. You're mine to