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“It’s better than I could ever imagine. I mean, Nathan is definitely more dominant than submissive, but that works because I like him to take control. The thing is, he makes it all about me. Fuck. The things he does with his tongue and fingers.” “Wow. Anything that you care to share?” Kimmy questioned. “If I tell you,” I whispered. “You have to swear you won’t tell anyone.” “Absolutely,” Kimmy said, and Morgan nodded in agreement. “Last night he blindfolded me, tied up my hands with his belt, and then bent me over the bed,” I sighed. “It was so fucking hot.” “Fuck. It sounds like it,” Kimmy replied. “I think I have a serious good girl kink, too,” I declared. “As soon as he says it, I’m wet.”

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

The rhythm was hypnotic—thrust, suck, nip, rim when they switched. Orgasms came in waves—mine, theirs, mingled. Dialogue filled the air: “Suck harder, Father.” “Nip my nipple, please.” “Tongue my hole deeper.” Internal thoughts: This is sin, but perhaps God made us this way. The pleasure is divine. We explored variations—69 with toe sucking added, daisy chain rimming. By the end, exhausted, we lay entangled, kinks satisfied. Word count approaching: Let’s count properly.

“Sit on my lap, my little slut.” I obliged, getting up and sitting on his lap. His calling me a slut only served to turn me on. It was meant to be degrading or demeaning in any way, but I must have had a humiliation kink to like such a thing. When I sat on his lap, he parted my legs and pulled my panties to the side. “You’re glistening,” he said as he gently stroked my clit. It must have been the clamps on my nipples because the intensity in that one little touch was so great that I pushed my hips towards his hand.

My thighs were already trembling, slick with how wet I have been since they cornered me here twenty minutes ago. Knox was standing behind me. His rough hands spread my cheeks apart. I could feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance, sliding through my folds without pushing in yet. He coats himself in my wetness, teasing me until I was whimpering into the granite. “You are dripping for us, Barbie,” he says in that low, gravelly voice that always makes my stomach flip. “This greedy little cunt already knows exactly who it belongs to, doesn’t it? It has been begging for us all night.”

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it. "Werewolf porn, this shit is funny." Lowering the book, he saw that Tink's eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands had slid beneath her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.

"That's the sound of this tight little cunt taking me." "Julian-fuck-deeper-please-" He bent over her back, lips brushing her ear. "You love being used like this, don't you? Bent over a poetry cart, books digging into your tits, stuffed full of cock while someone could walk in any second." "Yes," she sobbed. "Fuck, I love it-I'm your dirty little bookstore slut-don't stop-" He didn't. He slammed into her harder, fucking her with abandon, thick cock splitting her open again and again, each thrust driving a new moan from her throat.

"Oh come on, you can tell us." "Seriously, we are all open books here. You should be too." "I don't like it. Please stop." I try to put some strength into my voice, but it doesn't work. They either don't care or they can't hear me, but they keep going. "You have to have something. All women do. Something they like, something they crave." "Yeah, what is it? What's your kink?" "Please, stop." "Come on, tell us." "Please."

TRIGGER WARNINGS BLOODPLAY PISSPLAY BONDAGE CUMPLAY [Do not bitch about whatever sexual preference I have for my characters. There are kinks, and yes, my leads have some twisted kinks. For your sanity, my loves, skip if you cannot handle it. I do not want a boring, criticizing, piss and moan comment about my book. XOXO, TOXIC A.] THEO