Alle Kapitel von Forbidden Desires: A collection of sinful hot stories: Kapitel 331 – Kapitel 340

Chapter 2: I LET MY NEW STEPDAD FILL ME AGAIN IN THE HOTEL WHILE HE CALLS ME HIS FILTHY PLAYTHINGI leave the house at ten with a duffel bag and a lie about studying with a friend.Mom kisses my cheek and tells me not to stay out too late. Damian watches from the living-room doorway, whiskey in hand, expression unreadable. The second the front door closes I feel his eyes on my back like a hand between my legs.The hotel is the same one he always books. Top floor. Key already waiting at the desk under the usual alias. I change in the bathroom—black lace mask, no glasses, lipstick the color of a bruise, the short dress that barely covers anything. When I step out he is already there, sleeves rolled, jacket discarded, the same controlled stillness he had in the study yesterday.He doesn’t greet me by either name.He just points to the floor.I drop to my knees on the thick carpet. The mask hides everything except my mouth. He steps in close, unbuckles his belt with slow precision, and fr

Chapter 4: I LET MY STEPDAD FUCK HIS CUM INTO ME IN THE GUEST ROOM WHILE MY MOTHER SLEEPS DOWN THE HALLThe hotel booking never comes.Instead, at 11:47 p.m., a single text lights up my phone while I’m lying in the guest-room bed in an old T-shirt and nothing else.Door unlocked. Mask on the nightstand. Glasses stay. Be ready.My stomach drops. Heat floods between my legs so fast it almost hurts.I hear Mom’s white-noise machine humming down the hall. The house is otherwise silent. I leave the door unlocked exactly as ordered, set the black lace mask on the nightstand like an offering, and wait with my heart slamming against my ribs.He doesn’t knock.The door opens, closes, locks. Damian stands there in dark sweatpants and nothing else, the same controlled stillness he wears in hotel rooms and at the breakfast table. His eyes move over me—glasses on, hair messy, T-shirt riding up my thighs—and something dark and satisfied settles in his expression.“Mask,” he says quietly.I reach fo

Chapter 2: I GET BLINDFOLDED AND FORCED TO FINGER MYSELF WHILE THEY WATCH AND TELL ME EXACTLY HOWThe napkin is tight over my eyes.I can’t see a thing—only feel. The cold galley counter under my palms. Theo’s cock still buried deep inside me, thick and throbbing. The shift of air when Ms. Harlow moves closer.“Don’t stop,” she tells him, voice calm and absolute. “Fuck her. Slow. I want to hear every wet sound.”Theo obeys.He starts moving again—long, deliberate strokes that drag every inch against my walls. The blindfold makes it worse. Every thrust feels bigger. The wet slap of his hips against my ass is filthy and too loud in the quiet cabin. My skirt is still hiked up. My underwear is a useless scrap pulled to the side. I bite my lip hard to stay quiet and fail.Ms. Harlow’s fingers trail down my spine, then lower, spreading me open so she can watch him disappear inside me over and over.“Look at that,” she murmurs. “My hostess taking cockpit cock like she was built for it. How l

Chapter 3: I GET BOUND, BLINDFOLDED, AND RUINED IN THE PRIVATE SUITE WHILE THE DOMINATRIX RIDES MY FACE AND THE PILOT POUNDS ANOTHER LOAD INTO METheo carries me through the open partition like I weigh nothing.The private suite is dim, lit only by the soft under-cabinet lights and the occasional flash of wing lights outside the oval windows. The long cream sofa still holds the faint impression of Ms. Harlow’s body from earlier. He lays me down on it. The leather is cool against my bare back and ass. My uniform skirt and underwear are already gone. My blouse is open. My bra is still on but shoved up so my tits are free and marked from earlier handling.The napkin blindfold is still tied tight. Darkness is total. I can only hear the low constant hum of the engines and the quiet sounds of two people moving around me with purpose.Ms. Harlow’s voice comes from somewhere above my head, calm and absolute.“Wrists.”Silk brushes my skin—one of the long amenity scarves. She binds my wrists t

Chapter 2: I SPEND THE ENTIRE DAY OBSESSING OVER MY FATHER-IN-LAW AND LEAVE THE DOOR UNLOCKED FOR HIM AT NIGHTI wake up already wet.Ryan’s arm is still heavy across my waist. His morning wood presses against the back of my thigh like it always does—present, uninterested, already half-asleep again. I slip out from under him before he can reach for me out of habit. The thought of another three-minute fuck that leaves me aching and empty makes my stomach turn.Downstairs the lake house smells like coffee and bacon. James is at the stove in the same dark sweatpants from last night, shirtless this time, the long line of his back moving as he flips eggs. Silver hair at his temples. Broad shoulders that still look strong. The kind of body that has aged into something quieter and more dangerous than the men I used to take home from the club.I stop in the doorway and just stare.My cunt clenches around nothing. The memory of his mouth on that spoon last night sits so vivid I can almost feel