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My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

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It was a fully equipped BDSM playroom. Black leather couches lined one wall. A sturdy St. Andrew’s cross stood ready. A padded spanking bench waited in the center. Racks held neatly coiled ropes in every weight and color. Crops, floggers, paddles, and canes hung in precise order. A glass cabinet displayed plugs, nipple clamps, blindfolds, and vibrators, everything was elegant, expensive, and terrifyingly tempting. Jeff released my hand and moved to the center of the room, turning to face me with that same sly, knowing smile.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

He didn’t want to hurt anyone ever again. The end of DOMINATED BY HIM, Check out my other book (Lost In Lust). Thank you awesome readers.

“I might be able to help recommend some books relating to the topic.” Given where my head had just been, the request came easy to me. “Do you have anything on… the Goddess?” I asked, turning to look at him, my expression instantly becoming serious. “And I don’t mean those vague books I’ve already read in the library before. I mean… actual information. Like that book I saw you use for my confirmation.” He gave me another knowing look before he went about pulling a few from the shelves. Eventually, after a few minutes had passed, he handed me over four different ones; all of which looked far older than I felt comfortable touching. They looked almost fragile enough to break by just breathing on

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

“It’s open. Anyone could come in.” “Oh.” He stepped back, the heat between us cooling for a split second as he pulled away. “Is that so?” I nodded. Part of me wanted this, wanted him, but the other part was terrified of being caught. “Okay,” he muttered. He reached down and picked up the books from the floor, straightening his suit as he walked back to his seat. I stood there, frozen. I didn’t expect him to flip a switch like that, going from a lover to a cold professor in a heartbeat.