All Chapters of Wildest Desires: A Dark Erotic Short Story Collection : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The heavy oak doors of the boardroom have barely clicked shut before the atmosphere shifts from stifling corporate tension to a raw, airless hunger. The silence left behind by the departing executives is thick enough to choke on. I am still slumped in my chair, my knees knocked together, trying to process the fact that I just reached a shattering peak while discussing debt-to-equity ratios. My skin feels sensitized, every nerve ending screaming from the feel of my blouse and the cool air hitting my damp thighs.Marvin doesn't say a word as he approaches. He doesn't need to. The predatory grace of his stride tells me everything. He stops in front of my chair, his shadow falling over me like a shroud. He reaches out, his large hands cupping my face and forcing me to look up at him. His eyes are like molten gold, dark with a triumph that is both terrifying and addictive."You almost broke," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my swollen, trembling lower lip. "I saw the way your eyes roll

The sun is hot on my shoulders. It’s one of those Saturday afternoons where the air feels thick, smelling like charcoal smoke, expensive sunscreen, and the sharp, chemical bite of chlorine. I stand by the sliding glass door of Sam’s parents house, clutching my mesh beach bag. Through the glass, I can see the backyard is already full. People are splashing in the turquoise water, music is thumping low and bassy from the speakers hidden in the bushes, and the heat is shimmering off the stone patio.I take a deep breath and step out.I’m wearing a very tiny red bikini. It’s the kind of suit I bought on a whim, thinking I’d only wear it in private, but today felt like a day for risks. The strings are thin, digging just a little into my hips and the back of my neck. I feel exposed. Every inch of my skin feels hyper-sensitive to the air. I can feel the way the fabric barely covers me, the way my curves are on full display. I like it. I hate that I like it, but the thrill of being seen is alre

The walk from the pool to the pool house feels like it takes a lifetime. Every step I take on the hot stone patio is heavy. I can feel the water dripping from my hair, running down my spine, and pooling in the small of my back. Sam still has his hand in my hair, not pulling hard enough to hurt, but just enough to let me know he’s there. He’s steering me. My legs feel heavy, twice their weight, but my skin is buzzing. I can feel the eyes of Jason and Max on me from behind, tracking the sway of my hips.We reach the door of the pool house. It’s a small, cedar-shingled building tucked away behind some thick hibiscus bushes. It’s private. Sam reaches around me, his arm brushing my shoulder, and twists the handle. He pushes the door open and nudges me inside.The air inside is cooler, smelling of dry wood, clean towels, and a hint of something sharp. The light is dim, filtered through the wooden slats of the blinds. As soon as the door clicks shut behind us, the noise of the party outside

Sam doesn’t waste any more time with words. He grips my hips so hard his knuckles go white, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my waist. He’s right at the entrance, the broad, dark head of him stretching my folds to their absolute limit. I’m shaking, my legs draped over his massive shoulders, my heels digging into the back of his neck as I try to pull him closer and push him away all at once."Watch," Sam commands, his voice raspy.I look down, my vision swimming. I see the dark, thick line of his cock sliding into my pale, wet heat. It looks impossible. My pussy is bright red, slick with my own juices and the remnants of the pool water, gaping open as he forces his way in. The skin is pulled so tight it’s also see through, showing the raw, pulsing reality of what he’s doing to me. Every inch he gains is a heavy, blunt stretch that makes my breath hitch in a series of broken sobs."God, you're so tight," Sam groans, his face contorting. "It's like you're trying to crush me."H

Max doesn't quickly step into place to claim me, like the others. He takes a long, slow moment to look at me, his eyes dark and heavy as he watches the way I’m hunched over on the cedar floor. I am a mess, I am soaked in sweat and the cooling, slick overflow of the other two, my skin flushed a deep, bruised pink. He reaches down and hooks his thick arms under my arms, hoisting me up like I weigh nothing at all. My legs are so weak they barely hold me, stumbling as he drags me toward the corner where the heavy porcelain sink sits.He doesn't put me in front of it. He turns me around and slams my back against the cold, hard edge of the basin. The porcelain is a freezing shock against my heated skin, making my spine arch and my breasts thrust forward."Sit up there," Max commands, his voice like grinding stones.He lifts me onto the counter, my legs dangling. He doesn't move in right away. Instead, he grabs my knees and spreads them wide, forcing me to stay open while he just looks. To m