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All Chapters of Wildest Desires: A Dark Erotic Short Story Collection : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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USED BY MY FATHER’S FRIEND II

Austin’s grip on my wrist is like a brand. It’s not a violent pull, but it’s firm. I can’t move, and I’m not sure I want to. I’m staring at his chest, at the way the dark hair curls at the opening of his white dress shirt. He smells like the expensive scotch he always drinks and the raw, musky scent of the woman who just stormed out. It’s overwhelming. It’s making my head spin."Austin, I... I didn't mean to," I stammer. My heart is a trapped bird in my chest, fluttering against my ribs. "I just heard a noise and I thought maybe you were hurt…""Liar," he says.The word is short and sharp. He pulls me across the threshold, into the room I’ve been forbidden from entering for years. He kicks the door shut behind us. Click. The sound of the lock engaging feels like a physical blow.The room is even darker than it looked from the hallway. The air is thick and hot, vibrating with the energy of what was happening just moments ago. The candles on the nightstand are guttering, casting long, d

USED BY MY FATHER’S FRIEND III

He doesn't move at first. He just stays there, buried deep, letting me feel the weight of him. I’m sobbing, my breath coming in jagged hitches, my body trying to accommodate the impossible width."You're so tight," Austin groans, his voice sounding like he’s in pain. "Fucking hell, Emily. You're perfect."He starts to move. He pulls back almost all the way, leaving me empty and cold for a heartbeat, and then he slams back in.Slap.The sound of his skin hitting mine is the loudest thing in the world. It’s the sound of my secret being exposed. It’s the sound of the girl I used to be disappearing."More," I gasp, my head thrashing against the wood. "Austin, more. Please."He doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs my hair with one hand, pulling my head back so I have to look at him, while his other hand stays clamped on my hip. He starts a hard, punishing pace that makes the whole table groan under us.I’m being dismantled. I’m being ruined. Every thrust hits a spot deep inside me that

USED BY MY FATHER’S FRIEND IV

I’m still shaking, my skin sticking to the mahogany as the sweat starts to cool. I try to pull my legs together, to hide the mess, but Austin’s hand is back on my hip. He doesn't let me move. He just stands there, looking down at me like I’m a puzzle he’s finally solved."You think one time is enough, Emily?" he asks. His voice is a low, dangerous rumble that makes the hair on my neck stand up. "You think you can just pay for three minutes of spying with one little climax and go back to your life?"I look up at him, my hair a tangled mess across my face. My heart is still thumping, my body still humming from the way he just destroyed me. "I... I don't know," I whisper."It’s not," he says.He reaches down and hauls me off the table. My feet hit the floor, and my knees immediately buckle. I would have hit the carpet if he hadn't caught me by the waist. He pulls me into his chest, his shirt damp and smelling of us both. He doesn't let go. He marches me toward the huge, velvet-draped bed

USED BY MY FATHER’S FRIEND V

Everything is white heat and pulsing muscle.Austin lets out a long, strangled groan. He thrusts one last time, pinning me to the mattress with his entire weight, and then he lets go. I feel the hot, heavy flood of him filling me up again, pulsing deep inside my gut.He stays there for a long time, his chest heaving, his head resting on my shoulder. I’m still twitching, the aftershocks of the orgasm making my skin hum.The room is silent again, except for the sound of our ragged breathing and the distant flicker of the candles.The did is done. But as I lie there, bound to his bed and filled with his life, I know I’m never leaving this room. Not really.The candles have burned down to stubs, their small flames drowning in pools of melted wax. The room is mostly shadow now, the only light coming from the pale moon peeking through a gap in the velvet curtains. I’m still tied to the headboard, my arms numb, my wrists chafing against the silk tie. Austin hasn't moved. He’s a heavy, warm we

PAID TO STRIP FOR THE COUPLES I

The bass thumps in my chest, a heavy, constant beat that makes my teeth ache. Blue and purple neon lights flicker across the stage, turning the dancer’s sweat into shimmering diamonds. I stand at the edge of the VIP bar, my hands tight around a damp rag. I hate this rag. I hate this bar.I watch the girls on stage. I watch the way the men in the front row reach out, their fingers twitching, desperate to touch skin they haven't paid enough for yet. My own skin feels itchy. Tight. Like I’m a bottle of soda that’s been shaken too hard and the cap is about to blow. I want to be the one they’re looking at. I want to be the one who doesn't have to say no.Then, I see them.They’re sitting in the corner booth, the expensive one with the deep leather seats. The man is leaning back, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. He’s wearing a suit that probably costs more than I make in a year. He isn't looking at the girl on the pole. He’s looking at me. His eyes are dark, heavy, and they don't blink.

PAID TO STRIP FOR THE COUPLES II

He reaches out and cups my breasts through the lace of my bra. His hands are huge. They swallow me up. He squeezes, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to let me know he owns this space now. I gasp, my back arching off the leather as his thumbs find my nipples through the fabric. They are already hard, peaking into tight points that ache for more than just a touch."You like that, Daniella?" Miles asks. He leans down, his face inches from mine. I can smell the expensive scotch on his breath, mixed with the scent of a man who knows exactly what he wants. "You like being handled?""Yes," I breathe. The word is messy, broken. I can’t even look him in the eye. I’m staring at the knot of his silk tie, my hands reaching out to grip his forearms. He’s like iron.Jessica moves then. She slides her hand further up, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my lace panties. She doesn't pull them down. Not yet. She just tugs, the elastic snapping softly against my skin."She’s so soft," Jes

PAID TO STRIP FOR THE COUPLES III

The red light in the room makes everything look like it’s bleeding. In the big mirror on the wall, I see myself, flushed, naked, and pinned between two people who bought my night with a stack of hundreds. I don't look like the girl who serves gin and tonics anymore. I look like a wreck, and the sight of it makes my pulse throb right between my legs.Miles doesn’t let me look for long. He spins me around, his large hands digging into my waist. He’s sweating now, a fine sheen covering his chest that makes his skin slide against mine. He looks me right in the eyes, his face hard and focused."On the table," he grunts.He points to the low, heavy glass table in the center of the suite. It’s cold, reflecting the dim light like a dark lake. I hesitate for a second, my heart hammering against my ribs. The good girl inside me is trying to find her voice, trying to tell me this is too much, but Miles doesn't give her a chance. He grabs my arm and pulls me toward it."I said on the table, Danie

PAID TO STRIP FOR THE COUPLES IV

The red light is thicker now, swirling with the steam from our bodies. I’m lying on the glass table, my skin sticking to the surface, covered in a mix of sweat and the mess Miles just left inside me. The money is scattered across my stomach, the hundreds feeling cold and crisp against my overheated skin. I don't move them. I don't care about them. I just want to feel that weight again.Miles isn't done. He stands at the edge of the table, his chest heaving, watching the way my pulse jumps in my neck. He looks like a predator who just had his first bite and realized he’s starving."You're a greedy little thing, aren't you, Daniella?" Miles grunts. He reaches out and swipes a finger through the slickness on my inner thigh, then brings it to his mouth, tasting me.Jessica is still behind me, her silk dress bunched up around her waist. She crawls forward on the glass, her knees making a soft clicking sound. she moves until she’s hovering over my face, her blonde hair falling like a curtai

PAID TO STRIP FOR THE COUPLES V

The room is finally still, but the air is thick with the scent of us. My ears are ringing from the silence that has replaced my screaming. I lie there on the cold glass, my legs still hooked over Miles broad shoulders, my breath coming in shallow, shaky puffs. The hundred-dollar bills are glued to my damp skin, sticking to my stomach and thighs like expensive bandages.Miles doesn’t pull away immediately. He stays buried deep inside me, his forehead resting against mine, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. I can feel his heart thumping a wildly against my own, a heavy, physical reminder of what just happened.Jessica is draped over his back, her blonde hair messy and wild, her cheek pressed against his shoulder blade. She reaches around and strokes my face, her thumb wiping a tear, or maybe it’s sweat, from under my eye."Look at you," she whispers, her voice sounding raw and satisfied. "You’re a mess, Daniella."I try to find my voice, but it’s stuck in my throat. I jus

SHARED BY THE DANGEROUS TWINS I

The silence in the library isn’t the peaceful kind anymore. It’s the heavy, suffocating kind that feels like it’s pressing against my eardrums. I stare at the screen of my phone, begging for a flicker of light, a single percent of battery, but the glass stays black and dead.“Fuck,” I whisper, the word disappearing into the shadows of the high-ceilinged stacks.I shouldn't have stayed this late. I know the rules. The South Wing of the humanities building is a maze of old wood and reinforced steel doors that click shut at midnight. My watch says twelve fifteen am. I was so buried in the ancient history texts, so lost in the quiet, that I didn’t hear the final bell or the security bolt sliding into place.I grab my bag, my heart starting to do that jagged, uneven thumping against my ribs. I head for the main exit, my sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. It’s a sound that feels way too loud, like a flare being shot into the dark. When I reach the heavy oak doors, I pull.Nothing. I

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