Semua Bab VOWS OF SIN: Bab 51 - Bab 60

CO-WORKER’S HUSBAND PT 10The next morning Natalie walked into the office at eight fifteen. She set her bag on her desk and powered on her computer. Ryan’s wife Carol stood by the coffee machine. Natalie walked over with steady steps. She poured herself a cup of black coffee. Carol turned and smiled. Natalie smiled back the same way she always did at work. The smile stayed professional and even. Carol asked if Natalie wanted sugar. Natalie said no thanks. Carol nodded and stirred her own cup. The secret sat under that ordinary talk. Natalie felt it in the way her pulse stayed calm on the outside. She carried her coffee back to her desk and sat down. Her fingers typed the first emails of the day. Carol walked past a few minutes later and said good morning again. Natalie answered with the same steady voice. Nothing in her face showed what happened the night before.Natalie opened the shared calendar. She saw Ryan’s name next to a ten o’clock meeting. Her thighs pressed together under th

COLLEGE STUDENT & HER MARRIED LANDLORD PT 2Marcus knocked on the basement door three days later. Freya opened it while holding a wet paintbrush. Blue paint marked her fingers. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. “I need to check the pipes under the sink,” he said. “There was a report of a drip upstairs.” She set the brush down. The room smelled of turpentine and the leftover scent of their last meeting. Marcus closed the door. He locked it. His eyes moved over her paint-streaked tank top and the shorts that rode high on her thighs. He walked to the small kitchenette. She followed. He crouched and opened the cabinet. His hand brushed her bare calf as he reached inside. The contact was brief. Heat spread up her leg. “Everything looks fine,” he said. He stood. His body filled the narrow space between the counter and the wall. Freya’s back pressed against the cold edge of the sink. Marcus kissed her hard. His mouth tasted of coffee. His hands slid under her tan

COLLEGE STUDENT & HER MARRIED LANDLORD PT 4Freya sat on the edge of the narrow bed two days after the near miss. The sheets still carried the faint scent of their last encounter. Paint dried on the brushes she had left out. She had not touched them. A soft knock came at the door. Three quiet taps. She stood and opened it. Marcus stepped inside. He locked the door behind him at once. His face looked tighter than usual. Silver hair sat neat against his temples. “She asked why I was down here so long,” he said. His voice stayed low. “I told her the pipes needed extra attention. She accepted it for now.” Freya closed the distance between them. The basement felt smaller. The high window let in weak light. Thin walls pressed in from every side. “We cannot keep doing this the same way,” she said. Marcus nodded once. He reached out and touched her waist. His palm was warm through her thin shirt. “The basement is no longer simple. Every visit carries more weight.” He kissed her. T

THE MARRIED EXECUTIVE’S MALE ESCORT PT 2Victor Lang stepped into the suite first. The key card clicked against the lock. Soft light from recessed fixtures filled the living area. Thick carpet muted his footsteps. He set his bag on the entry table and closed the door behind him. The air smelled of clean linen and a trace of wood polish.He still wore the wedding ring. The gold band sat tight on his left hand. He looked at it once and left it in place. The illusion of control stayed with him. He loosened his collar but kept the rest of his clothes on. Dark trousers. White shirt. Jacket folded over a chair.The large windows showed the city lights. He walked to the minibar and poured a short glass of water. The glass felt cool in his palm. He drank half of it and set it down. His cock already pressed against the front of his trousers. The day had left him hard and restless. He adjusted himself once and sat on the edge of the sofa.A soft knock sounded at the door at exactly eleven. Vict

THE MARRIED EXECUTIVE’S MALE ESCORT PT 4Kai drove down harder. Victor’s bound wrists pulled tight against the rope. The headboard creaked with every thrust. Sweat ran down Victor’s chest and pooled in the hollow of his throat. His cock stayed buried deep inside Kai’s body. The wet heat clenched around him on every drop of Kai’s hips.Victor’s wedding ring pressed into the skin of his finger under the rope. The gold band felt hot now. Kai’s hands braced on Victor’s shoulders and held him flat to the mattress. Each downward stroke forced Victor’s cock deeper. The slap of skin against skin filled the room. The scent of sex and sweat hung thick in the air.Victor’s balls drew up tight. The pressure built low and heavy. His thighs shook. The silk sheets stuck to his back. He could not move his arms. The restraint left him open and fixed in place. Kai’s cock rubbed against his stomach with every motion, hard and leaking.“Come,” Kai said. His voice stayed low and steady.Victor’s body lock