All Chapters of Twisted Ecstasy : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Scent Of Sin (Part 2)

Vivienne pushes the warm glass deeper inside me, twisting it slowly so I feel every inch. I am still shaking from the previous orgasm, my thighs slick, my mind spinning. The stretch is so intense that I let out a broken moan.“Easy, chérie,” she whispers, holding my stomach to keep me steady. “This collector is designed to reach the places your boyfriend never bothers with. Breathe through it. Let it open you.”I grip the edges of the bench, legs spread wide like some kind of offering. The glass is smooth but thick, and every little movement sends sparks up my spine. Vivienne watches my face the entire time, studying me like I am the most fascinating formula she has ever worked on.“How does it feel?” she asks curiously.“It feels like it belongs there,” I gasp.She smiles and begins sliding it in and out in measured strokes. Not fast. Not rough. Just steady and deep, letting the bulbous head rub against that sensitive spot inside me. She leans down and licks my clit again, soft and t

Stepbrother’s Cock and Cuffs (Part 1)

I’m lying on the couch in the living room, legs kicked up, wearing my usual around-the-house outfit: tiny sleep shorts and a faded tank top. The house is too quiet with just Mom, Dad, and me home for the summer. College is out for a few months, and I’ve been catching up on sleep and bad reality TV. My phone buzzes with some group chat nonsense, but I’m only half paying attention when the front door opens.Heavy footsteps. A duffel bag hits the floor.I sit up fast. Landon stands in the entryway in his uniform, tan combat boots dusty, the fabric stretched across shoulders that look twice as broad as I remember. Four years. He's still twenty-six. No, thirty? Time got weird. His face is sharper, his jaw carved from stone, and a new scar cuts through his left eyebrow. Dog tags rest in the dip of his collarbone.“Annabelle,” he says. His voice is rougher, like it’s been dragged through sand.“Landon.” My throat goes dry. I stand, suddenly aware of how short my shorts are. “Holy shit. You’r

Stepbrother’s Cock and Cuffs (Part 2)

“Five days is plenty of time to deal with the little criminal who’s been teasing me since I got home,” Landon says.I bite my lip, heat pooling between my legs. “Criminal? What did I do, soldier?”“Breaking and entering my head every night for four years. Walking around in those tiny shorts like you weren’t begging to get caught. That’s a serious offense, Belle,” he replies.Grinning, I dart past him toward the stairs as if I'm trying to escape. He catches me in three strides, spins me around, and pins me against the wall in the hallway. His body presses firmly against my back.“Got you,” he growls into my ear. “Hands behind your back, prisoner.”I breathe faster as he pulls my wrists together. He reaches into his duffel bag by the door and returns with a pair of real metal handcuffs. The cold steel clicks around my wrists, sending a thrill through me.“You’re under arrest,” he says, his voice so serious it sounds like he’s actually on duty. “For the crime of seducing your own stepbro

You Taste Better In Person

Sitting on the edge of my shitty little bed in this stacked-up pod that smells like burnt coffee no matter how much I vent the air, I stare out at New Seattle. Neon smears across the window while drones buzz past like angry metal bees. My fingers tremble as I press the black-market implant against the port behind my ear. It clicks into place with a soft mechanical whisper.By day, I am a memory archivist for the Echo Corporation. By night, I chase something real in a world where every pleasure is packaged and sold as a perfect recollection.This version is illegal for a reason. The technician who sold it to me in the underground market called it raw. Unfiltered. Capable of pulling echoes from places official therapy never touches. I tell myself I'm only testing it for research. Deep down, I know I'm starving for whatever might finally break through the numbness.I dim the lights, lie back, and close my eyes. The activation sequence hums through my skull like honey spreading through my

Neighbors With Benefits (Part 1)

The sun is doing that obnoxious thing again, pouring straight through my windows as though it owns the place, turning my living room into a goddamn spotlight at 5:17 p.m. I just got out of the shower, my skin still prickling from the too-hot water, and the towel's already abandoned on the floor. I keep meaning to buy better curtains, the kind that actually block shit out, but today I don't even pretend. My body feels heavy in that good, restless way.I drop onto the seat, right in the middle of that warm puddle of light. My thighs stick slightly to the fabric. When I lean back on my palms, the angle pushes my tits up, my nipples already tight from the cooler air and the ridiculous way the sun paints everything gold and obscene. I run one hand down between my breasts, over the soft curve of my stomach, and hesitate for half a second.Then I think, fuck it. Who's going to see? The building across the way has those dark corporate windows that always look empty during the day. I part my l

Neighbors With Benefits (Part 2)

My legs feel unsteady when I force myself upright. Outside, the light has faded into that thin blue that comes just before true evening, and my skin still hums with the aftermath of everything that just happened. I grab the first shirt I find and yank it over my head, not bothering with anything else. The fabric clings to the damp skin of my thighs. My hands tremble as I shove my feet into my sneakers and leave the apartment without locking the door.Someone burned toast earlier, and the smell still lingers in the hallway. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing everything in a sickly glow. I hurry to the elevator and jab the button harder than necessary. My pulse beats high in my throat. Years of careful distance, and suddenly he is thirty feet away with his cock out, my name probably sitting on the tip of his tongue.An empty elevator greets me. I step inside and stare at the mirrored wall as the doors slide shut.My reflection looks wrecked. Hair damp in places. Cheeks flushed. E

Neighbors With Benefits (Part 3)

Four days pass before either of us acts. I keep the curtains open every night, just as he told me to. He keeps his single lamp burning. We catch each other's eyes across the gap more often than I want to admit. Sometimes only for a few seconds before one of us looks away. Sometimes long enough for my skin to prickle, forcing me from the window before I do something reckless again. Neither of us puts on another show. The silence feels deliberate, as though we're waiting to see who gives in first. I do. Just after midnight, I leave my apartment barefoot, wearing only an oversized sweater that barely covers the tops of my thighs. The hallway is silent. Most of the building is asleep. By the time I reach his door, my heart is lodged somewhere in my throat. I don't knock. I simply stand there until the lock clicks and the door swings open, as though he's been waiting on the other side. Sebastian studies me. His gaze sweeps over my face, drops lower, then returns to mine. Witho

Train Delay Creampie (Part 1)

I step onto the train just after eleven, the platform still damp from the morning rain that never quite decided to stop. My bag is light, just a change of clothes and a book I probably won’t open, and I claim a seat in the nearly empty car, window side, facing forward. The air smells of metal, old upholstery, and the faint citrus cleaner they use between runs. Outside, the station slides past in a blur of concrete and faded posters as we pull away.For twenty minutes, nothing happens. Fields replace the city. I stretch my legs into the aisle and watch the countryside roll by, low green hills, a line of trees bent by the wind, the occasional farmhouse with its windows shut against the weather. Then the door at the far end of the car opens, and she walks in.She is carrying a soft leather tote and a folded coat. Blue jeans, a loose white shirt that has come untucked on one side, boots that look broken in. Her hair is pulled back, but pieces have escaped around her face. She scans the em

Train Delay Creampie (Part 2)

Keeping my hand high on her thigh, I lean in and our mouths meet again. The kiss turns hungry at once. Honey's tongue slips past my lips, and I answer with equal force. The open collar of her shirt gives me room to slide my hand inside. Lace brushes my palm. I cup the soft weight, feeling the nipple tighten beneath the thin fabric. She presses into my touch while her fingers undo my shirt, one button at a time.The car remains empty. I break the kiss, shove her shirt off her shoulders, and let it trap her arms at the elbows. Black lace still shields her. Lowering my head, I drag my tongue along the upper curve where fabric meets skin. She arches instinctively, but the pinned sleeves keep her restrained. I bite the soft swell just hard enough to leave a mark before soothing it with slow, wet circles. Her breathing grows ragged. I hook my fingers beneath the lace and pull both cups down, baring her to the cool air inside the car.I draw a nipple between my teeth, stretching the sensitiv

Train Delay Creampie (Part 3)

The footsteps grow louder. I pull her shirt closed as best I can and tug her jeans to her hips, though they remain unbuttoned. Honey slips back into the seat across from me, and I settle into mine. We both stare through the rain-streaked windows as if nothing happened. My cock is half hard, damp from her mouth. Faint marks bloom beneath the thin fabric covering her breasts. The door at the end of the carriage slides open.A conductor steps inside with a tablet in hand. He glances at us, scans the empty seats farther down, then nods.“Signal is still down. Looks like another hour, at least,” he says.We mumble our thanks. He continues down the aisle and disappears through the far door. The instant it shuts, she rises from her seat.She presses me against the window and settles onto my lap, facing me. Her jeans hang open. She reaches between us and frees my cock. It hardens in her hand. Lifting herself slightly, she pushes her jeans and underwear below her hips before lowering onto me i

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