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Victoria Harrington's Point Of View.I blinked, still dazed. “Jax… you want to come to the gala?”“Not just come,” Jax continued, eyes locked on mine. “I’ll decide exactly which dress you wear. Something slutty enough to make it very clear who you really belong to now.” His thumb traced my lower lip. “And under that dress? No bra. Just a vibrator buried deep in that married pussy. I’ll control it all night. The remote stays in my pocket.”My stomach flipped. “That’s too dangerous,” I whispered, voice trembling. “There will be cameras, Richard’s colleagues, donors… I can’t—”Jax’s smirk deepened. He stroked my jaw with his thumb, almost gentle, but his words were pure sin. “You say that, but look at you. Your nipples are still rock hard. Your thighs keep pressing together like you’re trying to hide how wet you are right now.”He leaned closer, voice dropping to a low, intimate growl. “I know you want it, Victoria. I saw how you lit up when I took control in here. You didn’t just suck m

Summer Hayes's Point Of View.The alley smelled like piss and rotting garbage, the kind of place where even the rats looked embarrassed to be. Prostitution was strictly banned in this district, but that had never stopped me. It was the only job I could do and with my double D breasts and the kind of body that made men stare, it was the only thing people ever looked at me for. No one cared about my brains or my past. They just saw a cheap, busty whore they could use for twenty minutes and forget about and I didn't hate it for even one percent. I needed the cash, and more than that, I needed this. But even after all the humiliation and the endless string of disappointing men, I still craved attention and more sex like a nympho. Deep down, what I needed most was to be dominated; to be used roughly, broken, and put in my place like the submissive slut I truly was. My body burned with that constant, aching hunger. No matter how many times I got fucked, it was never enough. My pussy thro

Summer Hayes's Point Of View.Kane started fucking me with the gun in slow, deep strokes, pushing the steel barrel further into my soaked cunt with every thrust. I could feel every ridge and groove of the weapon scraping against my sensitive inner walls. The fear was electric, making my heart hammer in my chest while my pussy clenched greedily around the deadly metal.“Fuck… Kane…” I whimpered, my hips twitching helplessly as shame and dark pleasure flooded my body. He gradually picked up speed, slamming the pistol harder and faster into me. Wet, filthy sounds echoed through the abandoned factory as he brutally fucked my cunt with his service weapon. The cold steel kept pistoning in and out, dragging against my G-spot with ruthless precision. “Oh god, slow down! Please!” I moaned loudly, my legs shaking violently in the restraints, tears starting to spill down my cheeks. But Kane only fucked me harder with the gun, pounding it deep into my dripping hole with ruthless, mechanical st

Summer Hayes's Point Of View.I had only been pressed against the cold, rusted pole for a few minutes since Kane’s footsteps faded and the heavy door slammed shut, but it already felt longer. My wrists ached in the cuffs. The leather belt around my throat dug in every time I swallowed. Both of my heavy tits hung free and marked, the black ink already starting to smear from sweat. “WORTHLESS CUNT” across one. “FREE USE HOLE” across the other. “NYMPHO TRASH” written right above my still-dripping pussy. “SLAP ME” stretched across both ass cheeks.My heart was still racing. Shame burned hot under my skin, mixed with the same filthy, aching need that never really left. Every small shift made fresh cum leak down my thighs. I kept replaying the way he had looked at me when he tossed the key just out of reach; cruel, satisfied, like he knew exactly how desperate I would get. Part of me was terrified of who might walk through that door. The bigger part was already throbbing at the thought.I t

Serene Carpenter's Point Of View.I was twenty-four. He was forty-one, my mother’s older brother and two months ago I walked into his home office without knocking and my whole body changed.I still remember the exact second the door swung open. The late afternoon light was soft through the big windows. The air smelled like his cologne and something warmer, wetter. I froze in the doorway with my hand still on the handle.His secretary was on her knees under the desk. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist. Her hands were tied behind her back with his black leather belt. Her mouth was stretched around his cock. She was making these soft, wet gagging sounds while he kept talking on the phone like nothing was wrong.He had one hand twisted in her hair, holding her still. The other held the phone to his ear. His voice stayed calm and professional the whole time.“Yes, the numbers look good. Send the final draft by Friday.”Then his eyes lifted and found me.To my surprise, he didn’t stop.