Wildest Desires: A Dark Erotic Short Story Collection のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

I settle back, my head hitting against the soft leather of the sofa. My legs are stretched out wide on the rug, my boots long gone, and my heart is still pounding in my chest like it’s going to burst out. The house is silent except for the heavy, wet sound of our breathing. I’m completely drained, every muscle in my legs and back aching from the floor, but my cock is already stiffening again. It’s a heavy and pulsing between my legs, a sign that it hasn't had nearly enough."I’m not done with you," I growl, my voice sounding like a threat in the dark.Ria and Remi don't even protest or beg me to spare them. They both move together, their skin flushed a deep, hot pink in the dim light of the living room. They look at each other for a split second, a silent communication passing between them before they turn back to me. Ria climbs onto the sofa behind my head, her knees sinking into the soft cushions on either side of my neck. She leans forward, her tits hanging over my face, the heavy,

The screen door hisses and clicks shut, the sound echoing through the foyer like a final period at the end of a sentence. I watch from the window as Chloe’s car pulls out of the gravel driveway, her arm waving through the sun-roof until her tail-lights finally disappear behind the thick line of oak trees at the edge of the property.The silence that follows is heavy. It isn't the peaceful kind of quiet you get on a Sunday morning, it’s the kind that feels like a weight, pressing down on the walls of the house.I stand by the window, my hand still resting on the cool glass. I’m forty-four, but in this harsh morning light, I feel every single year of it. I watch the dust settle back onto the driveway, feeling that strange, hollow ache of a mother whose only child has just left for the summer. It’s supposed to be a proud moment, a six-week internship at a top firm, but all I can think about is the empty hallway and the quiet dinners ahead of me.Then I hear the floorboards groan behind m

Every small sound from the other side of the wall, the rustle of sheets, the heavy thud of a pillow, the faint squeak of the bed frame, travels through the plaster and vibrates in my own marrow. I sit on the edge of my mattress, staring at my hands. They’re still trembling. I can still feel the ghost of his cool, damp palm on the back of my neck.I should go downstairs. I should make a salad, or call my sister, or look at the garden. Anything to re-establish the boundary of being Sarah Bennett, the woman who has lived a respectable, predictable life for forty-four years. But my body is a traitor. It’s heavy and humming, anchored to this spot by the magnetism of the man in the next room.Thirty minutes pass in a blur of doing nothing. I find myself standing up and walking to the wall. I press my palm flat against the cool paint, right where I imagine his head might be resting on the other side. My heart is a fluttering, clumsy thing. I’m waiting for something, a sign, a call, another d

The next three days moves fast and slow at the same time. I move through the house like a ghost of my former self, going through the motions of a life I no longer recognize. I weed the petunias until my fingers are stained green, I vacuum the rugs until the lines are perfectly straight. But every time I pass the guest room door, the air in my lungs turns to ice.It’s the middle of a afternoon, and the heat has become a living thing, pressing against the windows. I’m in the laundry room, the scent of detergent and warm cotton filling the small space. I’m folding Leo’s clothes. It’s an intimate act I should have refused, but I found myself drawn to it, the weight of his denim, the rough texture of his gym socks.I reach for a pair of his grey sweatpants, the ones he wore that first morning. As I pull them from the dryer, the fabric is hot, holding the mechanical heat of the machine. I press them to my face for a second too long, breathing in the scent of him that even the soap couldn't

I wake up to the sensation of something hard and insistent prodding against my belly.Even through the haze of sleep, I know exactly what it is. I keep my eyes closed for a second, feeling the steady heat of Leo’s body behind me. He’s still dead to the world, his breathing deep and even, but his body is already wide awake and demanding. A slow, wicked grin spreads across my face as a thought takes hold.I don't hesitate. I slide down the bed, my naked skin whispering against the sheets. I don't feel a flicker of the shame that usually haunts me in the daylight, I just feel a raw, pulsing hunger. I move until I’m positioned between his legs, looking down at the thick, heavy length of his cock. He is beautiful in the morning light, veined, hot, and arrogant.I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, feeling the blood thrumming under the skin. I lean down and press a slow, lingering kiss right on the head, tasting the salt of him. I start dropping kisses all around it, tracing the r