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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.

at first, followed by "Yes, yes, ohh fuck, cunt, I'm a motherfucking slut, whore, bitch, cunt, fuck. I'm a fucking whore, I'm your cumming bitch, I'm your dirty, needy cum slut! Oh I love this! I need this. Stay with me. Stay. Stay. Stay. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Drive that big fucking monster up my ass. Drive it hard. Hard, hard, HARD. Oh fuck I love it in the ass! Pump me some more. Fuck me in the ass, fuck me in the ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, Fuuuuuck it hard!" Her dirty talk made me hard all over again. I drove her as hard as I could while I still could. But soon my softening dick slipped out of her bum. I collapsed

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.

he declared, whispered to her ears as he rubs his pointed nose to her rosy cheek down to her delectable neck and he claimed her lips again hungry for more. Mort brings her back home without breaking the kiss right into his secret lair, a dark room full of tenebrism art of crimes and murders, blades, weapons, guns, and bullets. He lays her on the bed of roses as he undresses her ruthlessly, pulling the white sheet on her chest and placing himself on top of her.

His dressing reminds me of the Normandy boys in one of the books I read. Those boys mingled with French women who had once been with German soldiers, pinning them against tanks and the ruins of France, fucking them until the women were beside themselves. I want Daniel to break me like those soldiers. But first, I have to corrupt him. I have to teach him the dirty, beautiful things the priest taught me. “I’ve been busy,” I lie smoothly. “My mother has been watching me.” He tilts his head, a line forming between his brows. “She always watches you, but you always find a way out.”

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Anyone could walk in at any moment and see us, but none of us seemed to care. There was a certain thrill to it; the fact that we could get caught. We weren't doing anything illegal, but it sure felt like it. "You shouldn't be pleasured after your actions, yet here you are, enjoying it like a good little slut." I literally moaned. I'd thought dirty talk was overrated, but this… this right here was everything.

I stood up on legs that barely felt like mine, knees soft, blood humming. Every inch of my body pulsed with memory, with desire, with that reckless craving that had never really gone quiet since the retreat. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled off my scrubs. Not all at once. I let them slide down my hips with a kind of teasing ease, like my skin was aching to be bared. Underneath, I wore the set I had no business wearing to work. Blood red. Lacy. Practically a sin.

I could feel the wet spot. He grabbed my hips. “Gonna come in my pants if you keep that up.” “Good. Do it. Embarrass yourself.” He laughed breathless, desperate. “Evil.” “Learned from the best.” I leaned down, bit his nipple through his shirt. He arched so hard he almost threw me off. “Jesus again.. ” I did. Then scratched down his abs. He cursed a string of filth that would’ve made my mom faint. His hand slid between us again fingers finding me, rubbing fast now. I was close. Too close. Legs shaking.

Chapter 5 Title:Still Open, Still Leaking Setting: Jonah’s penthouse apartment, 3:17 a.m., alone POV:Jonah Cole (first-person) Focus: Solo — filthy self-use, overstimulation, residual mess, mirror, toys, heavy self-degradation Heat: Extremely high, pure smut I barely made it through my own front door.