All Chapters of DIRTY ADDICTION: Short Filthy Stories : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 1Ivy’s POV“Oh God, this can’t be happening,” I muttered under my breath as I sat in the dean’s waiting area, my knee bouncing so hard it made the cheap plastic chair creak. My palms were slick with sweat and I kept wiping them on my jeans, but it didn’t help. They’d pulled me straight out of the morning lecture without a word, just a curt message from the department secretary that Dr. Marcus Hale wanted to see me immediately. My stomach twisted into knots. I knew exactly why.The door to his office swung open and a deep voice cut through the silence. “Miss Bennett. Come in.”I stood on shaky legs and walked inside. The office smelled like polished wood and expensive cologne, heavy and masculine. Dr. Hale sat behind a massive oak desk, his broad shoulders filling out the dark button-up shirt he wore, sleeves rolled up to show strong forearms. He looked every bit the powerful dean—sharp jaw, dark eyes that pinned me in place, and that calm, controlled expression that made

Chapter 3Ivy’s POV“Oh God, the whole building feels empty now,” I whispered to myself as the silence settled heavily around us. The last door had clicked shut minutes ago and it was just Marcus and me in this locked suite. My skin prickled with awareness. I was still standing there after finishing the files, skirt barely covering anything, pussy completely bare underneath, and I could feel how wet I had gotten from all the bending and his constant watching.“Come out here, Ivy,” he called, voice calm but firm.I walked back into the main office, hands already moving behind my back out of habit. “I finished everything, Sir. The files are all sorted like you wanted.”Marcus leaned back in his big leather chair, eyes moving slowly up my legs and over my tight blouse. “Good. But we’re far from done. With everyone gone, it’s time to set the rest of your rules. Stand in your position. Now.”I stopped right in front of his desk, feet apart, hands locked behind me, pushing my chest out so

Chapter 5Ivy’s POV“What kind of test, Sir?” I asked, my voice coming out small and shaky while I stared at him. My thighs were trembling under the desk and I could feel my bare pussy dripping onto the chair from everything he had already done to me.Marcus stood up and took my hand in a strong grip. “Come with me. We’re moving to the sitting area now. It’s time to see if you can really handle what you signed up for.”He pulled me up from the chair and walked me across the quiet office to the private corner where the big leather couch waited. My legs felt weak and my heart was beating so fast I could hear it in my ears. When we reached the couch he sat down first and tugged me right onto his lap, forcing me to straddle him. My short skirt bunched up around my waist immediately and my soaked pussy pressed directly against the thick, hard bulge straining in his pants.“Uncle Marcus,” I whispered, the words feeling dirty and wrong but making my clit throb anyway. “This is really hap

Chapter 7Ivy’s POV“This is going to be absolute torture,” I said as I climbed into the passenger seat of Marcus’s car, my short skirt riding high on my thighs the second I sat down. My pussy still felt tender and sensitive from how roughly his fingers had fucked me earlier. Every little movement made me aware of how wet I still was and how empty I felt now that his hand wasn’t inside me anymore.Marcus started the car and pulled away from the office building, one hand on the steering wheel while the other immediately landed on my bare thigh. “Spread your legs wider for me. Right now. I want to feel what’s mine while I drive.”I hesitated for half a second then parted my thighs, letting his fingers slide higher under my skirt. “Uncle Marcus, we’re on our way to Mom’s house. What if a truck pulls up next to us?”His fingers stroked my slick pussy lips slowly, spreading the wetness around. “Then they’ll see what a needy little slut you are for your step-uncle. Feel how soaked you s

Chapter 2Luna’s POVI stood there in my room for a few extra seconds after changing, staring at myself in the full length mirror. The tight black workout leggings hugged every curve of my ass and thighs like a second skin, and the cropped tank top barely covered the underside of my breasts, the thin material already showing the faint outline of my nipples. I could still feel the ghost of Ronan’s hands from earlier on my waist. My pussy was already a little slick just from thinking about what was coming. I hated how my body betrayed me like this, getting hot and bothered because some bossy asshole was taking control. But I couldn’t deny the throb between my legs as I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and finally forced myself downstairs to the home gym.I pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside. The air felt cooler, the mirrors on every wall reflecting the equipment and the big open mats in the center. Ronan was already there, leaning against the wall with his arms cros