All Chapters of Steamy Cravings: Wild & Forbidden : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Darling I shifted uncomfortably in the waiting room chair, the thin paper gown already sticking to the backs of my thighs. The itch had started three days ago—sharp, persistent, right on my left nipple. At first I ignored it. Then it got worse. Every time I brushed against it while getting dressed, or even absentmindedly touched it through my shirt, a jolt shot straight down between my legs. A warm, unwelcome tingle that made my pussy clench and my clit throb like it had its own heartbeat.I couldn’t keep living like this so I made the decision to contact my regular gynecologist, Dr. Elena, and luckily she had an opening today. The nurse finally called my name. “Darling? Room three, please. Don’t forget to put on the gown and take off all your clothes.” I did as instructed, heart thumping a little faster than usual. The room was the same sterile white I remembered, with the stirrups at the end of the exam table gleaming under the fluorescent lights. I hopped up, draped the paper

Darling By the next morning I felt normal, it was like I was a new person all together. Like i was back to normal. There was no more random jolts turning me into a dripping mess at my desk. The cream (or the treatment) had worked. I should have been relieved. I should have booked a follow-up with Dr. Elena and never thought about Amon’s hands on me again. Instead, I spent the entire day itching for a completely different reason. My pussy felt empty and aching, every time I crossed my legs I remembered the stretch of his fingers, the ruthless buzz of the vibrator, the sharp bite of the clamps on my nipples. I remembered the way he’d looked at me, I was something he’d wanted for years and was finally allowed to take. By lunch I was a mess again, but not from the sensation in my nipple but from the pure filthy need for my stepbrother. So I did the next best thing, I texted him. Darling: The itch is basically gone. But I think I need a follow-up anyway. His reply cam

JakeI smirked at him. “Sounds like you’re afraid of losing to me.”Chris turned pale for a second, then recovered his swagger. “I’m winning this bet, and I’m going to roast you about it all year long during rotations.” We waited for Lila to come back from the bathroom, and when she did, we started a new game.At one point she missed an easy shot. I gave her a firm smack on that tight little ass. The leather felt incredible under my hand, and I immediately started getting hard. She glanced back at me — first with surprise, then with clear lust in her eyes. She held the look, practically daring me to do it again.What a tease, I thought. “Want me to show you how to hold the cue properly?”She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by my boldness, and thrust the pool cue toward me.“Oh no, I have to show you,” I said. “Let me see how you’re gripping it.”She turned back to the table with a sly smile and lined up her next shot. I stepped behind her, sliding my hands up her sides. As my fin

Mia I stare at the ceiling, tracing the familiar crack that snakes across it like a fault line in my life. Jake has been distant for weeks now, coming home late, muttering about "work stress," and barely looking at me whenever we're in the same room. Our conversations feel empty and don’t get me started on the sex, it has become almost nonexistent, and when it does happen, it's quick and mechanical, like he's simply checking another chore off his list instead of making love to his girlfriend. I keep telling myself it's only temporary. Maybe the promotion he's been working toward is taking a bigger toll on him than he's letting on. Maybe the long hours have left him exhausted. Or maybe... maybe it's me. Maybe I really do need to lose a few pounds like all those fitness influencers keep preaching. I even started skipping desserts and wearing the tighter dresses he used to compliment, hoping I'd catch his eye the way I used to. But tonight is going to be different. I'm going t

ShadowI watch her settle into the plush cushions, the whiskey glass hanging loosely between her fingers. Black lace hugs every soft curve she still tries so hard to hide, despite the fact that every pair of eyes in this room found her the moment she walked in. Her scent lingers in the air, carrying traces of heartbreak and dried tears mixed with expensive whiskey. Beneath all of that, though, something softer is beginning to emerge, warm, uncertain, and almost intoxicating. My fox stirs beneath my skin, drawn toward her in a way I don't fully understand.Grey leans back in his chair, his expression calm as always. "So, besides your breakup and your best friend dragging you here, is there any other reason you decided to come tonight?"She lets out a quiet laugh before taking another sip of her drink. "To be fair, I had no idea I was walking into a BDSM party. After my parents took my sister's side and decided it'd be a brilliant idea to ship me off to college, I figured I might as well