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I did not wait for her to open the door this time.I kicked it in.The wood splintered around the lock. She jumped on the bed where she had been waiting, naked, already collared, wrists and ankles bound with the thick black rope she bought like a good little pet. Nipple clamps dangled from her tits, chain taut, pulling her dark peaks into sharp points. A fat plug stretched her ass, base glinting between her spread cheeks. Her pussy lips were swollen, clit throbbing visibly, a steady drip of slick trailing down to the sheets.She stared at the broken door, then at me.Fear. Arousal. Submission.All at once.I crossed the room in three strides. Grabbed the chain between her clamped nipples and yanked hard.She screamed, back arching off the mattress, tears springing instantly.“You left the fucking door unlocked for anyone to walk in,” I snarled. “Hoping some stranger would see what a desperate cum-rag you’ve become?”She shook her head frantically. “N-no, Mia, I—I only wanted you—”I s

I knew I was going to fuck the new substitute teacher the minute she stepped in with that radiant white smile, blue eyes, sexy ass body in that tight navy dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on. Ms. Lauren Reed. Twenty-seven. Fresh off some fancy teaching credentials. Long blonde hair swept into a messy bun that begged to be yanked loose. Full tits straining the buttons of her dress. Hips that swayed just enough to make every guy in the senior class shift in his seat.I’m Viktor. I'm Eighteen and Captain of the wrestling team. The one teachers whisper about in the lounge because they know I’m trouble but can’t quite pin anything on me. Yet.She started class like they all do. Introduced herself. Wrote her name on the board in neat cursive. Tried to sound confident while twenty pairs of eyes stripped her bare. But I wasn’t subtle. I leaned back. Legs spread wide under the desk. Staring straight at her. When she bent to pick up a dropped marker the dress rode up just enoug

CHAPTER 1 – THE SPARKWe hated each other from day one.Avery moved into the dorm room three weeks into freshman year after her original roommate dropped out. She showed up with a black duffel bag, a box of vinyl records, and a smirk that made me want to slap her on sight. I had already claimed the left side of the room. My bed, my desk, my fairy lights strung above the headboard like I owned the place. She dropped her bag on the right bed and said, “Nice setup. Too bad I’m about to ruin it.”That was the beginning.She stole my hoodies. I accidentally spilled coffee on her white Converse. She blasted music at 2 a.m. I slammed drawers at 6 a.m. She brought guys back and fucked them loud enough that the whole floor could hear. I brought girls back and made sure they screamed louder.We never spoke nicely. We never shared snacks. We never borrowed tampons. We just existed in the same 12x12 box and made each other’s lives hell.Until tonight.It started over a shirt.My f

The video hit me like a punch to the gut.Chloe on her knees. My fiancé’s cock in her mouth. Her blonde hair gripped in his fist. Her eyes locked on him like she was worshipping him. The clip looped in my head every time I blinked. My best friend. My maid of honor. The girl who helped pick my wedding dress. The girl who promised to stand by me forever. She swallowed his cum while I was finalizing floral arrangements.I did not scream. I did not cry. I slipped into black lace lingerie that hugged my curves like a second skin. Tied a silk robe over it. Strapped on the thick eight-inch black dildo I bought for a honeymoon fantasy that would never happen now. Grabbed the key card to her suite. I walked down the quiet hotel hallway with purpose.I did not knock. I swiped the card. Pushed the door open. Locked it behind me with a soft click.Chloe sat at the vanity in a short cream satin slip. Brushing her long blonde hair. Makeup flawless. She caught my reflection in the mirror and s

HER EYES KEPT SLIDING TO MY ASS EVERY TIME I BENT TO ADJUST THE WEIGHTS.I noticed the first week. Twenty-five-year-old straight girl named Riley. Long dark hair usually in a high ponytail. Tight leggings that hugged her round thighs and perky ass. A sports bra that showed off full tits she tried to hide under baggy tanks. Always blushing when I caught her staring. Always looking away fast like she could pretend it never happened.Today was week four. Private session in my small studio after hours. No cameras. No other clients. Just the two of us, the mirrors on every wall, the heavy breathing, and the thick tension that had been building since day one.I had her in downward dog. Ass high. Back arched. Legs straight. I stepped behind her, placed one hand on her lower back to “correct her form.” My other hand slid down slowly and deliberately to cup one cheek over the thin fabric of her leggings.She froze.“You’re not focused, Riley,” I said. Voice low. Calm. “Your mind is somewhere