Semua Bab Naughty Tales: A Dark Collection Of Steamy Stories : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Laura Dean slipped out of her and rolled to my other side, flopping onto the bed beside me. He started stroking his cock in slow, lazy strokes, his eyes glued to me the whole time. The sight made my stomach knot with hunger, and that little smirk on his face as he fisted himself had my mouth watering.Doe kissed me once more, slow and lingering, before sliding down between my thighs. Her lips traced kisses lower and lower, over my stomach, to the edge of my panties. Her smile was sinful as she hooked her fingers under the fabric.“You’ve been so good for us tonight,” she murmured, tugging them down. “So patient.”The cool air hit me for barely a second before her mouth did. Her tongue flicked over me in one slow, deliberate stroke that made my hips buck. I gasped, my hands tugging uselessly at the rope still binding my wrists.She lets out a low hum, like she’s tasting me and loving every second. She seals her mouth over me and sucks, slow and sure; her tongue flattens for a long lic

The next storyI’ve spent most of the week stuck in my office. Tonight I finally gave myself a break and parked at the bar with a glass bourbon mixture dripping onto a messy stack of papers. Blueprints, notes from the city, one form stamped REVISIONS REQUIRED in angry red letters.A bag of tile samples sits by my feet and clinks every time I move. It’s late, I’m exhausted, and the remodel is wearing me down.From where I sit I can see most of the floor. Red leather couches curve around the dance area. High tops scatter like little islands. Velvet curtains mark the private booths on the edges. The back wall’s covered in mirrors so it looks like the place stretches on forever. It works—people get lost in the reflection. I built it that way.The bass rolls steady through the floor, not too loud, just enough to keep everyone moving. The DJ’s on the small stage in the center, guiding the beat. People drift in and out, talking, laughing, slipping behind the curtains at the back where the re

“So she didn’t even talk to you about it first?” I asked Daniel.He was halfway through his drink, shoulders starting to relax, like each swallow loosened the weight he’d carried all night. It surprised me how easy it felt to talk with him.Maybe it was the bourbon in his hand, or maybe it was the way he kept looking at me—like he needed someone to unload on, or maybe just needed me Either way, I didn’t mind. I needed this distraction as much as he did.He shook his head and let out a humorless laugh. “No. We walked in, she dragged me straight into one of the rooms, and there was another woman already waiting. Krysta just announced, ‘She’s going to teach you how to dom,’ like it was no big deal.” He laughed again, but there was bitterness in it.“And that’s when it blew up?” I asked.“Exactly. I never asked for that. I’ve never even hinted that I'd would like to spank her or call her names. She wanted it so badly, and I just kept going along with whatever she asked, but apparently I w

I keep my fingers in his mouth until the last tremor of my orgasm fades, then slide them out and brush his jaw with a light tap. “Good boy.”He shudders like the words go straight through him. His throat works as he swallows. “Ma’am, can I touch you now?”“Not yet.” I let the smile tug slow at my mouth. “You’re enjoying this too much to give in, aren’t you?”He fights himself for a beat, then nods. “Right.”“Strip,” I tell him. “All the way.”He pushes up to his knees, hooks his thumbs in his waistband, and shoves his boxers down. They slide off his thighs and he steps out, careful but not clumsy. His cock springs free, already flushed and wet at the tip. He doesn’t touch himself.He doesn’t try to reach for me. He just stands there, arms loose, shoulders squared, eyes locked on mine like he knows I’ll be the one to decide what happens next.I take my time looking. Slow, shameless. Up the strong lines of his legs, the trail of hair at his stomach, the curve of his chest, the tension i

“Only the house trained,” I said, and the way he laughedHe told me he had needed that line. “Don’t make me regret it.”“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, more playful than formal now.“Good. We can deal with your car tomorrow. Come on.”He pocketed his phone and pushed off the car, stepping toward me with that open, relieved smile I hadn’t seen on him earlier. “Lead the way?”I nodded toward my car and started walking. He fell in beside me like it was the most natural thing in the world. We passed under the pool of a parking light and I caught a better look at him. Hair messed from my hands. Mouth a little swollen. Neck flushed. He was tired, loose in his skin for the first time, but he still carried himself like a man who wasn’t going to apologize for wanting the things he wanted.My brain ran the checklist while my body made other plans. I had known him for hours, not days. He was younger than me and untested in a thousand small ways. Bringing him home was not the smart choice. It was late.He