All Chapters of Illicit Cravings : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EMMAI walked down the hallway the next afternoon with my heart beating fast in my chest. My simple dress felt soft against my skin, but under it I wore nothing at all. No bra. No panties. Just bare skin and the secret that made me wet already. Every step made the dress brush against my thighs and my bottom. I kept thinking about yesterday, about how he bent me over his desk and filled me so hard. My face felt hot just remembering.I stopped outside his office door. My hand shook a little when I knocked.“Come in.”His deep voice made my stomach twist. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Marcus sat behind his big desk, looking at papers. He looked up. His eyes moved over my dress, slow and careful, like he could already tell what I was not wearing.“Close it,” he said.I shut the door. He stood up, walked over, and locked it with a soft click. The sound made my breath catch. He turned back to me and looked me up and down again.“Turn around,” he said.I turned slowly. The dress

EMMAI stood outside his apartment door with my pulse hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The hallway was quiet. My simple dress felt thin against my skin. Under it I wore nothing again. I raised my hand and knocked.The door opened. Marcus stood there in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up. His eyes moved over me once, slow and knowing.“Come in,” he said.I stepped inside. The apartment smelled like him, clean and warm. He closed the door and locked it. Then he took my hand and led me down a short hall into his bedroom. The bed was big and neat, dark sheets, sturdy posts at the corners.“Take the dress off,” he said.My fingers shook as I pulled it over my head and let it fall to the floor. I stood naked in front of him. Cool air touched my bare skin. He looked at me for a long moment, then pointed to the bed.“Lie down. Arms up.”I climbed onto the soft mattress and stretched my arms toward the posts. Soft black restraints waited there. He moved to one side and wrapped the

EMMAI walked across the quiet part of campus on graduation day with my heart pounding so hard it hurt my ribs. Everywhere else people laughed and hugged and took pictures in their caps and gowns. Music played from speakers near the main lawn. Someone shouted my name from far away, but I kept walking. The hallway to the old classrooms was empty and cool. My simple dress felt light against my skin. Under it I wore nothing at all, the same secret I had carried for all these weeks. The fabric brushed my bare thighs with every step and reminded me why I was here. I pushed open the door to the empty classroom he had told me to find.Marcus stood near the chalkboard at the front of the room. He still wore his dark suit and tie, the same one he wore when he taught, but his eyes looked different today. Hungrier. Sadder. Like he already knew this was the end. He locked the door the second I stepped inside. The click sounded final.He walked toward me slowly, like he was giving me time to chang

JAKEIt was Tim, one of the security guards, getting his bag, then he left. Tim finally left the gym and the heavy glass doors locked with a loud click that went all the way through the empty building. I didn’t say anything at first. I just looked at Derek standing there by the free weights, still a little shaky from earlier, his tank top stuck to his soft chest and that little belly. His eyes were wide and nervous, like he knew what was coming but couldn’t make himself walk away.I hooked two fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tugged him toward the locker room. He followed without fighting me. The fluorescent lights hummed above us. Our shoes squeaked on the floor. My heart was beating hard because I had been hard for him all day and now we were alone.Steam was already rising from the open shower stalls when we stepped inside. The air felt thick and warm. I shoved Derek under the spray while he was still dressed. Hot water soaked his clothes in seconds. The gray tank top t

The gym sauna was thick with heat and the sharp smell of eucalyptus oil. Steam hung in the air like a soft white cloud. I could feel the sweat already starting to run down my chest when I pulled the heavy glass door open. Derek was sitting on the upper bench with a white towel draped loose across his lap. His soft belly showed above the towel and his cheeks were already pink from the heat. He looked up when I stepped in and locked the door behind me with a soft click.I didn’t say anything at first. I just dropped my own towel to the wooden floor. My cock was already half hard from thinking about him all morning. Derek’s eyes dropped straight to it. I watched his throat move when he swallowed.“Scoot forward,” I told him. “Spread your legs.”He did it right away. I climbed onto the lower bench between his thick thighs and stood there for a second looking down at him. The heat made everything feel heavier. Sweat ran down the side of my face. I wrapped one hand around the base of my coc