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Fucked by a Stranger 2

I woke up tasting him.My body ached in the sweetest places: thighs bruised from his grip, neck throbbing where he had bitten me, cunt swollen and tender from the pounding he gave me on that terrace. I shifted under silk sheets and felt the sticky mess between my legs, his come dried on my skin, fresh wetness already starting again at the memory.Fuck. I was in trouble.The sapphire necklace sat on the nightstand, eight million euros of cold blue fire mocking me. I had planned to fence it by noon, vanish to Prague by nightfall, add another clean score to my name. Instead I lay here throbbing for a masked stranger who had stolen it from me mid-fuck and then handed it back like a down payment.My phone buzzed on the pillow beside me.Unknown number. One photo attachment.I opened it and my breath caught.The image was dark, grainy, taken from a distance across the canal. Me bent over the balustrade, black gown rucked up around my waist, his hips slamming into me from behind. My head thr

Fucked by a Stranger 3

I was on the train.I had dressed exactly as he wanted: a short black skirt that barely skimmed mid-thigh, a thin white top with no bra beneath it, and absolutely nothing underneath. My skin felt hypersensitive.I found the private first-class compartment he had booked, slipped inside, and locked the door behind me with a quiet click.He was already there, lounging across one of the wide leather seats with the easy confidence of a man who always got what he wanted. His legs were spread wide, black shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the hard planes of his chest and the dark trail of hair disappearing beneath the fabric. Stubble shadowed his jaw, his hair was tousled from sleep or restless fingers, and his eyes fixed on me the moment the door closed."You came," he said, voice low and rough, laced with satisfaction."You knew I would," I replied, lifting my small bag into the overhead rack. The train gave a gentle lurch and began gliding away from Venice, the lagoon shrinking behind

Fucked by a Stranger 4

We slipped out of Santa Maria Novella station like any other couple, his hand resting lightly at the small of my back as he guided me through the bustling crowd. No one would have guessed that my bag held eight million euros worth of sapphire or that the memory of raw train sex still throbbed warm and slick between my thighs.We checked into a small, elegant hotel near Ponte Vecchio, the kind of place that exuded old-world luxury yet asked no questions. One room. One king bed. He dropped our bags inside the door, turned the key in the lock, and gave me that half-smile that already felt too familiar, too dangerous."Rest now," he said, voice low. "Our mission begins at midnight."I wanted to push him against the wall, wanted to strip him bare and finish what the train had started, but the glint in his eye told me he knew exactly what burned in my mind. He brushed his thumb across my lower lip, slow and teasing, then walked to the window to study the street below. Planning. Always plann

Owned by the Highest Bidder 1

The envelope was black as sin.It arrived two days ago, slid under my apartment door without a knock or a courier's footsteps in the hall. No return address, no postage mark, nothing to explain how it knew exactly where I lived. I left it on the kitchen counter unopened, glaring at it while I ate cold ramen straight from the pot. By the third night I couldn't ignore it anymore. My pulse was already racing before I even touched it.My hands shook as I slit the seal with a butter knife.“Club Noir cordially invites you to the Annual Auction of Submission. January 15th. Mask required.”I read it four times before the words actually sank in. Then I read it a fifth time, and a sixth, until the elegant script blurred. My stomach twisted so hard I had to sit down on the floor, back against the cabinets, knees drawn up to my chest.I had heard the stories for years. Dancers and writers and photographers, all of us drowning in the same swamp of debt and disappointment, whispering the same name

Owned by the Highest Bidder 2

[Elena’s POV]My heels echoed sharply in the private elevator as it went upward to the penthouse. I clutched the small overnight bag against my chest like a shield, my heart pounding so hard I felt it in every part of me. Five million dollars. One year of my life. All of it belonging to him.The doors slid open directly into the vast living area. Kale stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights glittering behind him like scattered diamonds. He wore a dark suit that hugged his broad shoulders, white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin. The contract waited on a sleek black table. He poured himself a generous glass, the amber liquid catching the low light, but he didn’t offer me any.“Come here,” he said, his voice low and commanding.I walked forward until I stood just across the table from him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.“Sit.”I lowered myself into the chair, the leather cool against my thighs. The contract was t

Owned by the Highest Bidder 3

[Elena’s POV]The weeks blurred into a haze of sensation and surrender, each day bleeding into the next until I no longer knew where my will ended and his began.Mornings always began the same way. At exactly six the soft chime of his bedside clock pulled me from sleep. I slid naked from my bed where I spent every night and knelt beside his pillow, knees spread, palms up, eyes down. Some mornings he woke hard and reached for me immediately. His fingers would twist in my hair and guide my mouth onto his cock while he was still half asleep, using me slow and deep until he spilled down my throat with a quiet groan. Other mornings he simply brushed his knuckles across my cheek, murmured “Good girl,” and sent me to shower alone while he started his day.Afternoons belonged to lessons. He taught me posture first, making me stand for hours in sky-high heels, back arched, hands clasped behind my head while he circled me with a thin bamboo cane. Any sway earned a sharp stripe across my ass. Pr

Owner by the Highest Bidder 4

Four months in, I had started to believe the contract was just a piece of paper we kept in a drawer somewhere. That what we had built went far beyond rules and money and safe words. I woke up reaching for him. I painted with colours I had forgotten existed. When he called me his good girl, I felt it in my bones. I was his, completely, and I thought he was starting to be mine too. Then Isabella happened again, even after he paid her off the last time she called. It started with a notification on my phone while I was in the studio Kale made for me, paint still wet on my fingers. A gossip site headline: TECH TITAN VOSS’S SECRET SEX SLAVE. Below it, grainy photos of me leaving the tower two days earlier, black town car waiting at the curb, the edge of my leather collar just visible above the coat Kale had bought me. Someone had zoomed in, circled it in red, added arrows and screaming captions. By noon the story was everywhere. They had dug up my old student debt records, my mother’s me

Fucking my Best friend's Dad 1

[Vicky’s POV] Mia was my best friend. I've known Mia since we were kids. Sleepovers, shared secrets, the kind of best friendship that feels unbreakable. We met in third grade when she defended me from some jerk on the playground, and from that day on we were inseparable. We'd spend hours giggling over stupid crushes, painting our nails ridiculous colours, and promising each other we'd be friends forever. Her house always felt like a second home to me. Big, comfortable, with a pool in the backyard and a kitchen that smelled like fresh coffee and whatever her mom was baking before she passed away a few years back. But her dad, Mr. Harlan, or Alex, as he started insisting I call him right after I turned eighteen, was always there in the background like some kind of forbidden fruit I wasn't supposed to notice. He was nothing like the dads of my other friends. Most of them were soft around the edges, balding, always in khakis and polos, yelling at football games on TV. Alex was differ

Fucking my Best friend's Dad 2

[Vicky’s POV]Mia and I were out every weekend, chasing parties, bonfires, the kind of nights where we’d stumble home at dawn smelling like smoke, spilled beer, and the faint sweetness of someone else’s cologne. We’d collapse into her bed together, giggling about nothing until sleep finally took us. But even on those wild nights, my mind kept drifting back to her dad. Alex. Every time I walked through their front door, my pulse picked up just a little, hoping he’d be there, hoping for one of those stolen glances that made my stomach flip.I started making excuses to show up without Mia. I’d say I needed her notes for a class, or I wanted to borrow a book, or I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d say hi. All bullshit, of course. I came for him. And he let me. He never called me out on it, never told me to leave. He just watched me with those green eyes that saw too much, and I felt every second of it like a hand sliding up my thigh.The garage gym turned into my favorite place

Fucking my Best friend's Dad 3

[Vicky’s POV]Graduation night felt like the end of one life and the start of something I couldn't name yet. The party at Mia's house was chaos in the best way. Music pounding, bodies everywhere, the backyard lit up with string lights that made the pool glow like liquid gold. Mia got absolutely hammered on tequila shots and passed out on the living room couch before midnight, one leg dangling off the edge, mascara streaked down her cheeks. I tucked a blanket over her, made sure she was breathing, then slipped back outside because the house felt too small, too full of everything I wasn't supposed to want.The crowd thinned out fast after that. People hugged goodbye, called rides, disappeared into the night. I stayed behind picking up red cups and crumpled napkins, mostly because moving kept me from thinking too hard about how wet my panties had been all night from watching Alex move through the party. He wore a black button-down with the sleeves rolled up, collar open, showing just eno

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