All Chapters of Forbidden Desires: Short Filthy Stories: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1ELENA’S POVI never really came here to read. Sure, I told myself I needed the quietness of the old university library building after the noisy classroom lectures. The heavy oak tables and the smell of aged papers, everything felt forbidden. But there’s this truth, very simple and dirty; I couldn’t study without coming, without orgasm I could barely concentrate.My mind wouldn’t settle until my pussy was slick and throbbing, until the ache between my legs was satisfied.And tonight was no different. I sneaked into the library at that time of the night using the spare keycard I’d borrowed from my roommate earlier. My backpack was heavy because of what I’d hidden inside my thickest textbook; a slim silver bullet vibrator and a bottle of lube.I was in my usual nerd uniform. An oversized cardigan, a pleated skirt that rested just above my knees, and rimmed glasses; my hair was in a messy bun with a pencil stuck into it.No one ever looked twice at the quiet Elena Voss. Perf

Chapter 3Elena’s POVI froze with Dr Marcus's cock buried inside me, my pussy clenching in the after shock of orgasm. The knock on the library door echoed again, and the voice was louder this time.“Elena? Are you in there?” Sarah’s voice called out very sharply and was filled with annoyance.My roommate. She must have been searching the entire campus for me. My heart jumped, mixing with panic and the sweetness of Marcus stretching inside of me.He didn’t pull out; instead, he pressed his lips against my ears, his voice a low growl.“Not a sound,” he commanded. “If not I’ll fuck you right through until you scream my name for her to hear.I nodded frantically, tears of overwhelmed pleasure stinging my eyes. He felt so thick, so deep that every thrust made my walls clench around him.And I loved how dominant he was, how he owned my body even now.Sarah knocked once then muttered something about me being “a weird nerd who disappears every night” Then the sound of her footsteps faded on

Chapter 1Again!I woke up in the arms of my father-in-law, both our bodies naked under the duvet with the smell of dried cum filling the air.This has been our escapade ever since, Robert, my father-in-law witnessed his son's intense all-out treatment towards me.I remember the way my stomach twisted when he moved towards me after one of his son’s banter to me. “Clarissa,” His voice was like a low rumbling but still felt calm in my ears.I looked up to me, my eyes blurry from unshed tears, there he was standing tall, broad shoulders, and his hair neatly curled. He looked more like a distinguished gentleman than an old man in his mid-fifties.But I want him, I’ve wanted him for so long. My imagination about him is so wild but unfortunately, he’s my father-in-law.“You don’t deserve any of this.” He murmured, sitting beside me on a couch. His weight dipped when he sat in, allowing his cologne to fill my nose. He smelled of sandalwood. He placed his hand on my shoulders, calculating a

Chapter 1 My hand couldn’t stop shaking as the elevator climbed to the top of Backwoods Tower. The eviction notice was still stuck and rumpled in my coat. Twenty-four years and top class in finance and I was about to sell myself to a man I met at a high-society charity gala, a friend invited me to. The doors opened straight into his office. He stood there, beside the massive black desk, probably waiting for me. Damien Backwoods, tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a perfectly tailored black shirt. His dark eyes pinned me the moment I stepped into his office. There was no smile on his face, just raw and calculated hunger. “Miss Smith, sit.” He commanded, with a low voice. I lowered myself into the chair, pressing my thighs together. His voice was low and commanding as he explained the terms: One month living in his penthouse, complete obedience, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and in return, a human body for his pleasure. Shame and desperation twisted inside me but I sig

Chapter 3The next forty-eight hours blurred into a series of aching needs and stolen touches. Damien barely let me out of sight. Every single time I bent over, his hand was between my thighs. Every meal I served him ended with me on my knees, sucking him slowly while he ate and the collar never left my throat. But something had shifted between us after the gala night. His touch lingered longer on my skin after he made me cum.And his eyes held mine for a second longer as if he was searching for something he wasn’t ready to name.I needed to know if this was still a contract, because for me, it wasn’t just a job for survival.That afternoon, Damien locked himself in his home office for a virtual meeting. I waited until I heard his deep voice through the door, commanding and in control.My heart hammered as I reached up and unbuckled the collar. The leather felt strangely light in my palm. I placed it on the kitchen island and sat on the couch, my neck bare and waiting.Ten minutes l