All Chapters of 100 DRIPPING DREAMS: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Forced Proximity to Cum.Chapter 4Ellie.He came hard, flooding me. I felt it spill out around him when he pulled free. He didn’t clean it. He just left it dripping down my thighs.Then he cut the rope with a box cutter from the shelf and shoved the harness into my hands.“Your turn.”My wrists were marked. My legs shook. I still took the rope and bound him the same way he’d bound me—chest, arms, wrists locked behind his back. He didn’t fight it. He watched me the whole time, eyes dark.I pushed him to his knees and used the same plug on him. He swore when it went in. I added the dildo, worked them both until he was panting, then pulled them free and took him from behind. The rope creaked with every thrust. I held the harness and fucked him until my own orgasm ripped through me and I emptied inside him.We stayed like that for a second, both of us messy and breathing hard. I pulled out. Cum leaked down his thighs the same way it was leaking down mine.I turned him around, dropped to

The Woman Between UsChapter 1Marlor.The restaurant was the kind of place that charged extra for silence. Soft lighting, heavy linens, a wine list that could bankrupt a small company. We were seated at a long table near the back, six of us total. Mr. Langford at the head, his two senior associates on either side, and across from Henry sat the younger one. Sophie. Mid-twenties, sharp black dress, hair pulled back clean. She had the kind of smile that looked practiced but still looked beautiful.Henry noticed her the second we sat down. I saw it happen. His shoulders eased, that familiar tilt of his head when something interested him more than the numbers on the table.“Gentlemen,” Langford said, raising his glass. “Glad we could finally make this work. The proposal looks solid on paper. Let’s see if it holds up over dinner.”I nodded. “We’re ready to walk through whatever concerns you have, Mr. Langford. Timeline, scope, contingency. Whatever you need.”Henry smiled at Sophie instead

Chapter 3Marlor.Henry is already on the table when I step back to look at him. The harness holds him open, wrists bound to his thighs, legs spread wide and anchored. His chest rises against the rope. The red lines from the pressure are starting to deepen.I pick up the thin cane from the side cabinet. It’s light, flexible, the one that stings more than it bruises if you keep the strikes shallow.“You spent the whole dinner on her,” I say.He turns his head toward me. “I told you. It was business.”“It didn’t look like business.”The first strike lands across the back of his right thigh. Sharp. He sucks in a breath but doesn’t pull away. I give him three more in the same place, then switch to the left. The skin pinks fast. I work higher, across the curve of his ass, keeping the rhythm steady and the force controlled. Not enough to break skin. Just enough to leave heat.“You laughed at everything she said,” I tell him between strikes. “Even the boring parts.”“She was sitting right th

Shared Bedroom.Chapter 2Freeman.By the third day the kitchen looked worse. Dad had the contractors rip out the rest of the cabinets, so the whole downstairs smelled like sawdust and cut wood. Jerry and I spent the morning hauling the old ones out to the driveway.“Lift this shit properly,” I told him when he nearly dropped his end of a upper cabinet.“I am lifting! It's not my fault you carry more weight because you're taller.”“Taller and stronger. Watch the corner.”He grunted and we set it down on the grass. Sweat already stuck my shirt to my back. Jerry’s did the same. When he wiped his face with the hem of his shirt I caught the flash of his stomach and looked away toward the street.Mom brought out water bottles and stood on the porch watching us. “You two are doing good work. Reminds me of when you used to help your dad with the deck.”“We were kids then,” Jerry said. “And the deck was smaller.”I took a long drink. “Keep complaining and I will make you carry the next one by

Shared Bedroom.Chapter 4Freeman.His hands remained locked on the rope around his thighs, dragging him back for every stroke. The headboard knocked the wall in a steady rhythm. Jerry’s mouth stayed open but no real words came out, just broken sounds every time I bottomed out.I came first, buried deep, and stayed there until I softened. Then I pulled out, flipped him as much as the ropes allowed, and took him again from a different angle. Second time lasted longer. I reached around and stroked him in time with my hips until he finally spilled across his own stomach and the sheets with a choked off groan. I followed a few thrusts later and collapsed forward, chest to his back, both of us breathing like we had run miles.I untied his wrists first. The marks from the rope were already dark. I left the harness on while I caught my breath. My hand rested on the back of his neck, thumb moving without much thought.“You good?” I asked.Jerry turned his head just enough to look at me. His