MY PLEASURE, SIR! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Elena’s hand was still trembling as she signed her name on the final line. The black ink glistened under the low office lights, sealing her fate in elegant script. Elena Voss – Exclusive Property of Alexander Kane. The words on the contract were explicit, leaving nothing to the imagination: her body, her orgasms, her availability—twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, at his complete discretion. She set the pen down. Alexander picked up the document, scanned it once, then folded it neatly and slipped it into his jacket pocket. “Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sliding over her skin like warm oil. He gripped her chin again and kissed her—deep, possessive, claiming her mouth the same way he’d just claimed her cunt. When he pulled back, his steel-gray eyes were dark with hunger. “Fix your skirt. We’re leaving.” The elevator ride down to the private garage was silent and charged. Elena’s thighs were slick with her own arousal, her pussy still pulsing from the brutal fucking he

Elena drifted in a haze of exhaustion and warmth. Her body felt heavy, used, and strangely full. A deep, rhythmic pressure pulsed in her ass, stretching her tight ring with every slow thrust. Pleasure and pain blurred together as something thick and unyielding filled her pussy at the same time. Her clit throbbed under a constant, biting pinch. She moaned softly before her mind fully surfaced, hips twitching instinctively.Alexander had been fucking her for nearly an hour while she slept. After she had passed out from the endless orgasms, he had rolled her onto her stomach, spread her legs wide, and worked a massive, veined dildo deep into her cum-soaked pussy. Once it was seated, he had lubed his cock and pushed into her ass, claiming the last untouched hole. He had been slowly fucking her ass and pumping the dildo in her pussy with steady strokes, letting her body adjust and respond even in unconsciousness. Her juices coated the toy and dripped onto the sheets. A silver clit clamp

Victor settled deeper into the leather armchair, legs spread comfortably, and gestured toward the open space in front of him. The study lights had been dimmed further, casting warm shadows across the room. Ryan sat across from them on the wide sofa, hands resting on his knees, trying to appear calm."Show me what you can do, Sophia," Victor said. His tone left no room for hesitation. "Dance for me. Slowly. Make me want it."Sophia glanced at Ryan for a brief second, then stepped into the center of the room. The tight black dress hugged every curve as she began to move. She rolled her hips in a smooth rhythm, hands sliding up her sides, fingers tracing the plunging neckline. Her eyes stayed locked on Victor as she turned, bending slightly at the waist so the short hem rode up and revealed the tops of her thigh-high stockings. The music playing low from hidden speakers pulsed through the room, and she matched it perfectly, body flowing like she had been waiting for permission to let thi

Victor kept pounding into Sophia with the same merciless rhythm, his hips slamming against her ass in a steady, punishing cadence that made her body jolt forward with every brutal impact. The heavy desk creaked and groaned loudly under her as she stayed bent over, wrists pinned painfully behind her back by his iron grip. Sweat poured down her skin, dripping onto the wood. Her moans had grown hoarse and ragged, yet she continued pushing back greedily to meet every single thrust, her soaked pussy swallowing his thick cock to the hilt again and again.Ryan sat on the sofa, cock painfully hard and leaking profusely, untouched now for what felt like an agonizing eternity. His swollen balls ached with deep, throbbing need, heavy and full. Sweat trickled down his temples as he watched his girlfriend get fucked completely senseless."Please, Uncle," Ryan begged, voice cracking like a desperate, broken brat. "I cannot take it anymore. My balls are killing me. Just let me stroke it. Please. I

His grin widened, slow and predatory, as he glanced once more at my sleeping daughter before stepping even closer. His hand brushed the side of the stroller again, almost protective, but his eyes were devouring me.“My place is five minutes from here,” he said, voice low and rough. “Quiet place. Mostly private. No one to interrupt while I take care of that needy body of yours, mommy. You sure you want this, mama? Once we leave this mall, I’m not holding back because I'm a hard fucker, I'm not going to let you go until I fuck the living light out of your sweet pussy.”I nodded before I could second-guess myself. My nipples were aching, leaking steadily now, two dark wet circles blooming on my blouse. “Yes. Take me there. Please.”We moved quickly after that. I paid for the onesies in a daze, barely registering the cashier’s polite smile. He walked beside me through the mall, one hand resting lightly on the small of my back, guiding me. Every step made my soaked panties slide against my