All Chapters of NAUGHTY FANTASIES (AN EROTICA COLLECTION): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 3The stretch is intense, my body still sensitive from before, but the cords keep me open, keep me his. He bottoms out with a groan, his forehead pressing to mine as he holds himself deep.“Fuck, you take me so well,” he grits out, his hands sliding up to grip my bound wrists. “Like you were made for this.”I can’t answer, my mind reduced to white noise as he starts to move. His thrusts are slow, deliberate, each one dragging against that spot inside me that makes my toes curl. “You like this, don’t you?” he taunts, his voice rough. “Being tied up, completely at my mercy?”A broken sound escapes me, half-moan, half-plea. He chuckles, the vibration of it traveling straight to my clit as he picks up his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of me with wet, obscene sounds.“That’s it,” he growls, his grip on my wrists tightening. “Take it. Take all of me.”I’m so close, my body trembling on the precipice, my breath coming in ragged sobs. He must feel it, the way my walls flutter a

Chapter 5The cold metal of the shelves digs into my back as Zack steps away, his cock still glistening with my arousal and his release. My legs tremble, my thighs slick and sticky, my body still humming from the brutal way he just used me. His fingers trail down my cheek, his touch almost gentle now, but his voice is anything but. "Next time, wear a skirt. Something easy to lift."I nod, my throat raw from screaming, my lips swollen from his cock. He smirks, watching me struggle to sit up, my wrists still stinging from the medical cord. "And Zoe?" His tone drops, dark and possessive. "You’ll be wearing this until I decide otherwise." He pulls a small, sleek black box from his pocket. My stomach twists when I recognize it, a chastity device, the kind that locks tight, denying me any chance of relief."No—" The word dies on my lips before I can even finish. His grip tightens in my hair, yanking my head back."No?" His laugh is low, dangerous. "You think you have a choice?" He doesn’t

Chapter 2His fingers are already on me before I can catch my breath, The air in the detention room is thick with the scent of sex…my arousal, his cum, the musk of sweat clinging to my skin. I’m still bent over the desk, my body trembling, when Mr. Ruger’s voice cuts through the silence, low and deliberate."Stand up."I obey without thinking, my legs unsteady as I push myself upright. His gaze rakes over me, dark and possessive, like he’s already imagining all the ways he’s going to break me again. The blouse comes first, crisp white fabric that he buttons with agonizing slowness, his knuckles brushing against my skin with every movement. The material is stiff, too tight, straining against my breasts until they’re pushed up, the neckline dipping just enough to tease. His fingers linger at the last button, tracing the swell of my cleavage before he steps back, eyes gleaming with approval."Perfect," he murmurs, more to himself than to me. "Just like a proper little schoolgirl shoul

Chapter 4"That’s it," he growls. "Take it. Take all of it."His fingers pump into me, rough and relentless, his palm grinding against my clit with every thrust. My legs shake, my vision swimming, pleasure coiling tight and mean in my gut. I’m so close , so fucking close.Then he stops.I whimper, my body jerking, trying to chase his touch, but he’s already pulling away. His fingers leave me with a wet, obscene sound, and before I can process the loss, he’s spinning me back around, his hands on my shoulders shoving me down."On your knees. Now."I hit the floor hard, my knees screaming in protest. His cock is already out, thick and flushed, the tip glistening with pre-cum. My mouth waters. I lean forward, tongue already out, desperate to taste hi.His hand in my hair yanks me back."Not yet," he snarls. His belt is in his other hand now, the leather coiled around his fist. "You don’t get to decide when you touch me."The first strike comes without warning.The belt cracks against my

Chapter 6The sound of his belt unbuckling is the sweetest torture. The leather hisses as he pulls it free, the metal of the buckle clinking against the desk. I hear the rustle of his slacks, the sound sound of his zipper. My breath hitches. I’m dripping, my thighs slick, my body already pulsing in anticipation.Then fuck his cock. Thick, heavy, the head pressing against my entrance. I moan, my hips instinctively pushing back, trying to take him, but he holds me still, his hand a vice on my hip.“Not yet,” he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. “You don’t get to decide when you take me. You don’t get to decide anything.”I whine, the sound desperate, my body trembling with the effort of staying still. He teases me, the tip of his cock dragging through my folds, collecting my arousal before pressing just barely inside. My nails scrape against the desk, my muscles locking as I fight the urge to impale myself on him.“Such a greedy little slut,” he taunts, his hips rolling just enough to