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The Only Dom for my Kids’ Nanny III

Damien's POV Three weeks had slipped by since Kimberly officially started, and the house no longer felt like it was held together by sheer willpower alone. Mornings had taken on a new rhythm. I stood at the kitchen counter nursing my coffee as sunlight filtered through the windows, watching her move with that effortless grace that had already become familiar.“Lucas, shoes on the right feet today, buddy,” she called gently from the hallway, her voice carrying that bright cheer even at seven in the morning. Loki bounded down the stairs first, backpack half-zipped, while Lucas trailed behind clutching his dinosaur.Kimberly knelt to help Lucas with his Velcro straps, her sundress pooling softly around her knees. “There we go. Triceratops approves,” she said, tapping the stuffed toy. Lucas beamed up at her with an open trust that made my throat tighten.I set my mug down. “Boys, listen to Kimberly today. No trading lunches at school.” My tone was calm but carried the quiet authority I’d

Caught In The Glow

Emma's POVI pressed my ear to the wall of my bedroom, my heart beating so fast as the sound from mum and dad’s room filled the air. Their room was right to mine, but the walls were thin enough that I could hear every single detail.“Fuck, yes! Harder, baby,” mum moaned loudly, her voice very loud as she was panting, nothing like I've ever heard before. “Give it to me, baby. Fill your wife’s pussy like the dirty slut I am for youu”Dad’s deep growl sent a shiver straight between my legs. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Lisa. My favourite little pussy is gripping my cock so perfectly. You love taking it rough, don’t you? Say it!”“Oh yes! I’m your slut—oh god, right there” mum cried out. I could practically hear the bed slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. “Deeper, Mark, fuck me harder!”My cheeks burned as I squeezed my thighs together. I knew I shouldn’t listen, but I couldn’t stop. Their genital slapping sounds grew louder, mixed with mum’s increasing whimpers. My ni

Caught in the Glow II

Alex's POV I couldn’t look away.Emma’s hips rolled in sensual circles matching the movement of her fingers. Her eyes were steady on me now, wide and glassy with lust as she realized I’d been watching the whole time. That realization seemed to push her right over the edge. Her thighs clenched hard around her hand, her back arched sharply off the couch, and she came with a broken, throaty moan that went straight to my cock.“Fuck…” I breathed.My dick was rock-hard now, straining painfully against the thin fabric of my jersey shorts. I could feel the wet spot where precum had already leaked through. I stood there for another few seconds, just drinking in the sight of my stepsister trembling through the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy glistening, her chest heaving.Then I moved.I crossed the room slowly, giving her time to react, but she didn’t try to cover up. Instead, her legs parted a little wider as I approached the edge of her bed.“This is what you like, huh?” I asked, pa

Caught In the Glow III

Lisa's POVI sat across from Mark in the crowded conference room, trying to focus on the presenter droning on about quarterly forecasts. The Miami heat had nothing on the way my husband was looking at me, like he wanted to devour me right there in front of everyone. My pencil skirt was already riding up my thighs under the long tablecloth, and I felt a familiar throb between my legs.Mark slipped off his loafer under the table. I knew what was coming the second his bare foot slid up my calf. My breath caught as his big toe traced higher, nudging my skirt until it bunched around my hips. The slim black thong I’d worn was already damp. He pressed his toe firmly against the thin fabric, rubbing slow, perfect circles right over my swollen clit.Oh god…I bit the inside of my cheek hard, gripping my pen like it was a lifeline. No one around us had any idea. The meeting continued, voices blending into background noise while Mark’s toe worked me expertly. He slipped it under the edge of my t

Caught in the Glow IIII

Mark's POVThe phone clattered onto the nightstand as Lisa hung up on our kids mid-sentence. Her body was still trembling on the bed, with her knees spread, that thick vibrating plug buzzing mercilessly inside her ass. The low setting had already turned her into a leaking, whimpering mess, but I wasn’t nearly done. Not even close.I stood over her, cock rock-hard again despite the brutal elevator fuck and the load I’d painted across her back earlier. “Look at you,” I murmured, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “Moaning like a whore on the phone with our children listening. You’re soaked, aren’t you?”She nodded frantically, her face buried in the sheets, her hips twitching involuntarily against the relentless vibrations. “Yes… Sir. Please…”That word, Sir, sent a fresh surge of dominance through me. We’d played plenty of risky games before, but tonight I wanted to push her into the abyss. The suitcase in the corner held everything I’d packed for this exact purpose: the heavy leather

Slow Surrender

Lady's POVI stood at the tall arched window of my sunroom, with a glass of chilled white wine in my hand, watching Anderson work among the rose beds in my garden.The late afternoon sun painted his bare shoulders in warm gold, highlighting the wide splay of muscle beneath his skin as he pruned the climbers with careful, gentle cuts. Sweat glistened along the line of his spine, soaking into the waistband of his worn work trousers. At twenty-eight, he was beautifully made, very honest and strong from labor, yet there was a softness in how he moved when he knew I was near. A quiet yielding that made something deep inside me tighten with possessive hunger.He had been with me for eight months now. What began as hiring a skilled gardener had blossomed into a very easy boss/employee relationship.I took a slow sip of wine, savoring the way the light caught the droplets of sweat on his neck. *Mine,* I thought. Not yet fully, but tonight that would change.“Anderson,” I called, my voice ca

Slow Surrender II

Anderson's POVLady had carried me to this private room that was void of every form of lightings except candle sticks.My knees pressed into the thick cushion she had placed for me, the temporary leather collar warm and snug around my throat. I could still feel the ghost of her arms from when she carried me here, she was strong and carried me effortlessly, I was even surprised she could do that.My heart hammered against my ribs as I knelt before her, aware of the small circle of witnesses seated in hushed reverence around us. Five trusted members of her community were present, their faces calm and respectful in the soft glow. They weren’t here to judge. They were here to witness.Lady stood tall above me, elegant and commanding in a deep crimson gown that clung to her curves. At forty-two, she was a vision of mature power, poised, experienced and utterly in control. I was twenty-eight, her gardener once, now trembling on the edge of total surrender.“Anderson,” she said, her voice lo

My Son, My Eternal Possession

Victoria's POVThe rain drummed against the tall windows of our old family home like impatient fingers, mirroring the restless beat of my heart. I stood in the foyer, smoothing the silk of my black mourning dress over my hips. It clung just enough to remind anyone looking that I was still a woman in her prime. Last month marked my thirty-eighth birthday, I still had my sexy curves honed by disciplined desire rather than neglect. For years I had waited for this day. The day my husband’s inconvenient shadow finally vanished, leaving only my precious Elias.The “accident” had been so elegantly simple. A few whispers to the right mechanic, a loosened brake line, and a rainy night drive home from the city. The journal hidden in my nightstand recorded every meticulous step. Insurance money would keep my son and I, comfortable. Freedom would keep us together. Forever.Headlights pierced the gloom. My pulse quickened. The front door opened and there he was,.my twenty-two-year-old son, suitca

My Son, My Eternal Possession II

Elias’s POVI woke up with leather around my throat and my mother’s scent everywhere. The collar was snug, not choking but impossible to ignore. My cock throbbed painfully, still hard from last night’s endless teasing.Memories crashed over me. Dad’s funeral, the rain, Mom’s body grinding against me while she whispered things that made my brain feel like it was melting.Victoria—no, Mommy—lay beside me, watching with those stormy grey eyes that looked so much like mine. She was naked except for a sheer black robe that did nothing to hide her full breasts or the curve of her hips. Even as 38, she looked more desirable than any girl my age. That thought alone made shame burn in my chest.“Morning, my sweet boy,” she purred, tracing a finger along the collar. “How does it feel to wake up where you belong?”I sat up quickly, my head spinning. “This is insane. You killed Dad. You… you touched me. I can’t—”“Shhh.” She pressed a finger to my lips, then replaced it with a slow, deep kiss. H

Aunt Riley is Insatiable

Riley’s POVI pulled into my sister’s driveway a little after 7PM, the sun already dipping low and painting the neighborhood in soft oranges. Melissa, my sister, had texted me earlier asking if I could swing by and check on her kids since she and Marco, her husband, were stuck at some business summit in Korea until tomorrow night. “Just make sure they’re not throwing a wild party,” she’d joked. As if Alan and Nellie would ever do something like that. They were good kids. Mostly.I grabbed the grocery bag I’d brought, some fresh fruit, snacks, and a couple of frozen pizzas, and headed to the front door. At 34, I still looked pretty damn good if I said so myself. Tight jeans, a fitted blouse that showed just enough cleavage, and my dark hair loose around my shoulders. Melissa and I shared the same curvy figure and mischievous green eyes.The door opened before I could knock. Alan, her son stood there, looking freshly showered, his hair still a little damp, wearing a clean t-shirt and s

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