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Then his mouth is sucking gently on the side of my boob, licking it in slow circles. My breathing is a total marathon; my skin is hot with arousal. Every time the electricity hits, my body jolts, and every time his mouth follows, it feels like I’m melting. My pussy is throbbing so bad I can feel the wetness on the sheets. He finally moves the wand up to my chest again. One quick spark right between my breasts. I moan loud. Then I hear the sound of a zipper. I flinch away from him, thinking it’s another spark. But it’s not.

I interrupted. Her cheeks went red, and her eyes brightened. With a groan, I shook my head. My wolf was growling at me even before I said, “It’s not worth crying over.” The book blew up. Every page lit on fire as it burst outward, flying in every direction. A chunk of the flaming spine hit me square in my chest. I batted it away, yelping in shock. There was a slight burn where it’d hit me, but nothing bad. I stomped out the flames and made my way to the other bits of burning paper, putting out the fires.

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Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page. "Husband figure out?" Tink asked, standing on her tiptoes to look at the book. "No," Mike said, flipping to the very first page. What use was a recipe book with only one recipe? His vision blurred, and he rubbed his eyes. Closing the book, he stared at the outside. It had no title on it, but it did have a picture of a triangle on the spine. Mike ran his finger over the golden grooves of the shape, tilting the book so Tink could get a good look.

Lord Yong opened the book and started looking for the antidote to break the curse. He continued to turn page after page with a menacing taste of what's to come. The front page of the book was dark and coarse, the pages had turned yellowish. Spells and amendments were written on each page of the book. The pages of the book are said to be made of vellum of animals.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

“Look at how fucking wet your stepdaddy makes you.” His tongue drags slowly up my slit in one long, firm stroke, tasting every drop of my arousal. I cry out, back arching sharply as pleasure explodes through me. He doesn’t hold back Dean licking, sucking, devouring my dripping pussy like a starving man. His tongue circles my swollen clit before plunging inside me, fucking me with deep, hungry strokes. “Oh god, Daddy… yes!” I moan loudly, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him harder against me. I’m soaking his face, grinding shamelessly against his mouth as he eats me out with filthy, wet sounds that fill the room.

Eyes the color of wet stone. He looked at me the way people look at something they have already decided to keep. “Elena Voss,” he said. “Come in.” The room smelled faintly of cedar. Two armchairs facing each other across a low table. A single lamp throwing warm light. Behind him, a wall of books with titles I recognized from my father’s study. Experimental hypnosis. Dissociative states. The ethics of suggestion. I sat. He sat. The silence stretched until my pulse felt loud.

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻