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Solo. My body hurts. My head stumbles. Lucas is in where? One hears a door creaking open. I sit quickly. It's him. Lucas here. His face is damaged, blood splattered over his temple. But his eyes, wild as they are, Very desperate. ravenous. Furious. He comes to me in a storm. down to his knees. Grasp my face between his hands. "Are you hurt?" He speaks in a raw manner. I give a shake of my head. "I—":

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

The furs bunched under her knees, the stone floor unyielding beneath, amplifying every impact. Bella's body surrendered fully, enjoyment flooding her as his expert thrusts hit every nerve. 'Oh daddy, yes—I'm loving this huge cock now, fuck me till I can't walk!' Nuel's response was a heated snarl: 'Good girl—take it all, you cock hungry queen. Your moans are driving me wild.' He pounded harder, the cave alive with their symphony—slaps, sucks, cries blending into chaos. Sweat poured down his back, her ass rippling with each collision.

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He has never gone more than a few hours without jerking off and he was convinced he would go insane if he had to go months without cuming. To make matters worse the ponygirl in the cage facing his was naked and teasing him with her gorgeous firm athletic body. She was roughly around his age, with long flowing blonde hair and large round breasts. He could see by her calm manner that she must have been a ponygirl for a while as she leisurely relaxed in her cell and made herself cum several times before she peacefully fell asleep.

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

I thundered, “Is that understood?” “Y…yes sir.” They all muttered. “Now, get out!” I spat, my voice dripping with anger, they scrambled around picking up their stuff, until there were none in the room. My breath came out heavy, my fury burning just beneath my skin. I turned back to the screen and walked closer. The footage was paused at a frame that made my jaw clench. Cassandra. She stayed in the center of the cage, her hair a fine mess, skin flushed, her chest rising and falling.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

The cage door is still ajar from when I released them at dawn. They haven’t moved far—kneeling on the thick black rug in the center of the room, foreheads pressed together, breathing in shallow, synchronized pants. Their bodies are a map of last night’s wreckage: rope burns circling wrists and ankles like faint crimson bracelets, suck-bruises darkening the undersides of breasts and the tender skin of inner thighs, dried cum flaking across collarbones and bellies like obscene confetti.

She was forced into a marriage she never wanted— to a man everyone called the devil in a suit. Arrogant. Cold. Heartless. Jethro Blackstone was everything Melanie despised. He destroyed her plans, tore her away from the man she truly loved, and made her his wife without giving her a choice. But what Melanie didn’t know was that behind his cruelty… was protection. Every harsh word, every cold glance, every rule— was his twisted way of keeping her safe from a secret that could destroy her world. Now, trapped in his mansion and torn between hate and longing, Melanie finds herself falling for the very man she swore to despise. But when the truth behind their marriage is finally r