Semua Bab PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Mark gripped the steering wheel tighter as the endless highway stretched out under the late afternoon sun. Dust kicked up from the tires of his old pickup truck, the engine rumbling steadily through the empty stretch of rural road. He'd been driving for hours, the monotony gnawing at him, when he spotted her up ahead—a woman standing by the roadside, thumb out, her slender figure silhouetted against the golden fields. She had curves that caught the light just right, hips swaying slightly as she shifted her weight, a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her dark hair tumbled wild over her shoulders, and those smoky eyes locked onto his truck as he slowed down.He pulled over with a crunch of gravel, heart picking up speed. This was the kind of adventure he'd craved on this solo road trip—something raw, unexpected. She sauntered over, a teasing smile playing on her full lips, her tight tank top clinging to her breasts, shorts hugging her ass like they were painted on. 'Hey there,' she said

The temple was dark and smoky. Torches flickered on the stone walls, throwing shadows that danced like hungry spirits. The air smelled of incense and sweat. In the center of the room stood a big stone altar, covered with soft furs. Around it, twelve elders sat in a circle. They were old men, but strong, their robes open to show hairy chests and hard cocks already sticking out, ready for the ritual.The high priestess, Lira, stepped into the light. She was young, just turned twenty, with long black hair down to her waist. Her skin was pale and smooth, never touched by a man. She wore a thin white robe that clung to her big tits and round hips. Her heart pounded as she looked at the elders. This was her duty. She was a virgin, saved for this night, to give her body to them all. It would bind the cult together in lust and power.Lira climbed onto the altar and knelt. The elders chanted low words, their voices like thunder. She untied her robe and let it fall. Her naked body glowed in the

KINKS: M/M sex, power play, threesomeI couldn't believe what I was seeing. The door to the guest room was cracked open, and the sounds hit me first—wet slaps of skin on skin, mixed with heavy breathing and low moans that echoed down the hallway. My mom was out shopping, thinking everything was normal at home, but here was her husband, my stepdad Mark, balls deep in some blonde woman. Lara, I think he called her once on the phone. Sweat glistened on their bodies under the afternoon light filtering through the curtains, making their skin shine like they were oiled up for a porn shoot. Mark's broad shoulders flexed as he thrust into her, his ass muscles tightening with each push.My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of shock and something hotter twisting in my gut. I was eighteen, lean and muscled from all the gym time, but right then, I felt frozen in the doorway. Mark's cock—thick, veined, and rock hard—slid deep inside Lara's wet pussy, stretching her lips around him. She was on her b

Kinks: BDSM, bondage, vibrator use, dominance, restraintsI never thought I'd be the type to snoop around after hours, but the library felt different that night. The main reading room was empty, the tall shelves casting long shadows under the faint glow of emergency lights. I'd stayed late to finish cataloging some old books, my hands trembling a little from the quiet thrill of being alone in this place I usually hid in.At 24, with my soft curves hidden under loose sweaters and my reserved nature keeping everyone at arm's length, I craved something more—something rough and commanding that I'd only read about in secret. Mr. Carter, my boss, was always so confident, his tall, muscular frame filling doorways, his voice a low command that made my stomach twist. I wondered what he hid behind that stern exterior.Pushing open the door to the back office, I flicked on the small desk lamp. Dust motes danced in the beam, and there, tucked behind a stack of files, was a locked drawer I'd notic

The vibrations buzzed relentlessly against my swollen nub, sending electric jolts up my spine, while his thick shaft stretched me wide, pounding in and out with unyielding force. I could feel every ridge and vein dragging along my inner walls, the friction building heat that made my thighs quiver.But he wasn't done. Pulling out suddenly, the sudden emptiness made me whimper in protest, my pussy aching for him to fill it again. He spun me around roughly, his strong hands gripping my hips, bending me over a low shelf lined with dusty, worn books. My bound wrists kept me from catching myself fully, forcing my cheek to press into the rough spine of an old volume, the scent of aged paper mixing with the musk of our arousal.'Ass up,' he barked, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.I complied instantly, arching my back and pushing my hips high, spreading my legs as far as the ropes allowed. He kicked them wider with his boot, the rough nudge against my inner thighs