All Chapters of UNTAMED DESIRES: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I stopped pretending I had a choice.I started showing up early. Sometimes twenty minutes. Sometimes half an hour.I wore the skirt every day, even to other classes with no underwear. . I stopped touching myself completely.The few times the ache got so bad I almost broke, I stopped with my hand shaking an inch away and reminded myself that the only orgasms that counted were the ones he allowed. Even though I knew he almost never did.He never told me I was doing better. He just used me harder.One evening the corridor was still busy when I arrived. I knocked. He opened the door, looked at me, and stepped aside. He did not lock it.The sound of the latch staying open made my stomach drop.He pointed at the desk .I bent over it without being told.He shoved the skirt up, spread me with his thumbs, and drove into the hilt in one brutal stroke.The stretch forced a broken sound out of me. He immediately fisted a hand in my hair and yanked my head back so I had to look at him.“Eyes on m

I almost turned the car around twice on the way to the clinic.My hands were shaking on the steering wheel. The memory of the last visit still lived between my legs; his bare fingers, his tongue, the way I had soaked the table while Mark held my hand and had no idea.I told myself I was only going back because the doctor said the exam was incomplete. That it was medical and necessary.The waiting room was quiet. When the nurse called my name she simply said, “Dr. Harlan is ready for you. You can go straight back.”The exam room felt colder. I undressed from the waist down exactly as instructed and climbed onto the table. The paper crinkled under me again. I slid down until my hips hung at the edge and settled my feet into the stirrups.The drape came up over my knees, heavy and white.Dr. Harlan entered a minute later. He closed the door with a soft click and locked it. The sound made my stomach drop.“Mrs. Cole. Glad you came alone. We can proceed without interruption.”He didn’t put

The clinic was dark except for the single light left on at the front desk.I pushed the door open at exactly seven and stepped inside. The waiting room was empty. The hallway was silent. My heart was already racing so hard I could feel it between my legs. I was still full from yesterday; his cum had been slowly leaking out of me all day, and every time I felt another warm trickle, I got wetter.I walked straight to the exam room, stepped inside, and closed the door behind me.The lock clicked. Strong hands grabbed me from behind before I could even turn around.Dr. Harlan spun me, shoved me back against the door, and filled both of his palms with my breasts. He squeezed hard and rough, claiming and almost punishing, fingers digging into the soft flesh through my thin blouse. He didn’t speak at first. He just kneaded them, heavy and deliberate, thumbs scraping over my nipples until they peaked and ached.“I’ve been thinking about these all day,” he said, voice low and rough. “About how

JullitteI spent the three days between sessions replaying every second of the first one. By the time Monday evening arrived, I was already on edge, and the knowledge that I wanted whatever came next sat heavy and undeniable in my chest.He opened the door looking the same as before. I stepped inside without needing to be invited and followed him back to the study. The desk was cleared except for a single stack of notes and the textbook.“Sit,” he said, but when I moved toward the chair, he shook his head. “Not there.”He sat in the large leather chair behind the desk and looked at me expectantly. For a second I didn’t understand. Then he simply patted his thigh once.“Here. Closer contact improves retention. You’ll stay until you can answer everything correctly.”My pulse jumped. I could have refused. Instead I walked around the desk and let him guide me down onto his lap, my back against his chest, his thighs solid beneath me. The position forced my legs slightly apart to accommodat

I didn’t knock.The door to Lena’s room was slightly opened. The glow from her laptop lit the dark hallway just enough.I pushed it open with two fingers and stood there.She was on her back in the middle of the bed, sleep shorts shoved down to her ankles, knees spread wide.One hand was buried between her legs, two fingers working in and out of her cunt with wet, filthy sounds. Her headphones were in. The laptop screen faced her, volume low but clear enough that I could hear the filthy moaning coming from the speakers.It was a rough hardcore sex. A girl getting used hard while she cried.My step-sister.Lena’s eyes were half-closed, lips parted, hips rolling up to meet her own hand. She had no idea I was watching.I let the door stay open behind me and just stood there for a long time. Long enough that my own breathing stayed steady while hers got shorter and more desperate. Long enough that the wet noise of her fingers got louder. I saw how soaked the sheets under her ass already w