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I placed my lips on her throat and nibbled before cleaning her up. "That was so much fun, babe. It felt like I was running from a prep," she looked me hard. "I knew I was safe but the adrenaline spike, God, when can we do this again?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye. I'd created a monster. "Consensual / Non-Consensual scenes are all the rage now," I threw my hands up to encompass the room. "As you can see from the room around us, this was built for that exact reason. You can ask for more furniture, or less. Basically, you can get whatever you want for this room and just play." I winked at her. I had another trick up my sleeve if she was up for it.

The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier I am completely addicted to my stepfather now just as he is addicted to my body. Body and soul, I belong to him. Even when my mother is home cooking or talking to us, even when Junior is playing nearby, I am thinking about Mike’s cock. I am his filthy little secret. His young cum slut. His forbidden stepdaughter and I want it to always remain that way… I never want this dark, raw, offensive pleasure to stop

Until the only prayer she knows is my cock sliding in and out of her. I stood up and adjusted my robes. My balls ached. My mind would not rest. I walked to the small room where I keep my secrets. A locked drawer. Inside were small reminders of the others who came before her. A pair of panties. A little cross necklace. Notes they wrote me when they were too far gone to leave. But Diana is different. She is the one I want to keep. Not for a few weeks but forever. I want to hear her raw screams when I stretch her open. I want her moaning and crying while I pound into her.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

Consensual sex He will rip her pussy apart mercilessly if she willingly posed those fucking picture and offered him in silver platter to have her which was only his right. "What do you mean you can't tell?? Aren't you a doctor??" his thundering voice echoed through the room making her jump as his predatory gaze set on her, giving shudder to her spine. "Sir, consensual sex is hard to define if it isn't violent but in forced sex internal tissue was damaged and inner walls are bruised which is not the case with mam. I think you should t….." her words died in her throat half way as her body fell back on the floor with a loud thud with her wide-open eyes and a bullet hole between her brows.

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

“this pussy can belong to you too. Both of you. Whenever you want it… however you want it.” Jameson's cock twitched hard in my hand, his breathing turning rough, but his face hardened. He shoved me back roughly. I staggered, nearly falling, but Nelson caught me, glaring at his brother. “And that's where you're wrong, Kat," Jameson said coldly, adjusting his obvious erection. "I don't want your pussy. My brother might be happy to shove his cock in it, but I'm not him. And don't worry, I'll pretend I didn't see anything."

My body was wrecked, my mind dizzy, but my heart was clear. I loved every second. I loved every filthy, forbidden touch. I loved my stepfather’s cock, and I wanted it forever. We only gave in to sleep when exhaustion finally conquered us, tangled together on the sofa, no guilt, no shame, just heat, lust, and the dangerous bliss of knowing we had crossed a line we could never uncross. And God help me…I wanted more.

“Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?” He smiled. “Never read either of them. I want someone to please. With pain. With pleasure. Safely. Consensually. Not at your place. Not at mine. Neutral ground. A place called Fantasies.” I licked my lips. He made it sound tempting. I wasn’t that kind of woman. At least I didn't think I was. “That’s a very generous offer, but—”

And handed it to me. I opened it. The first pages were boring lawyer shit. Then I see… Full fucking penetration, vaginal, anal, oral, at any time, with or without notice. Restraints, blindfolds, impact play, sensory deprivation. Orgasm control and denial at the Dominant’s discretion. Public and semi-public exhibition at Dominant’s pleasure. Each line made my pulse throb in my clit. By page three I was pressing my thighs together like that would stop the wetness leaking into my panties.