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Without hesitation, he positioned the head of his massive black cock at my entrance and shoved forward with a savage thrust that stole the breath from my lungs. I screamed, a raw, animalistic cry that echoed off the walls as his cock split me open again, filling me to the brim. The sensation was overwhelming—his thickness stretching my walls, his length hitting spots I didn’t know existed. My hands fisted the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as he began to pound me with brutal, relentless force.

The memories immediately came rushing back again. Stephen is touching another woman. Kissing her. Lying to me. Pain twisted sharply inside my chest. Mr Blackwood must have noticed because his expression hardened slightly. “Men like that are pathetic.” I looked up at him. “Men like what?” “Men who betray women who love them.” Something about the way he said it felt personal. Like he understood betrayal far too well. I studied him carefully. “You sound experienced.” A shadow crossed his face briefly before disappearing. “Experience teaches many things.”

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

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."

The extreme eroticism of my voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see me and more sexual because it made me free to explore this fetish I discovered. I peaked and gazed out the window. The black woman stood up and waddled down the stranger’s slick, muscular body. His body shone with the heat from their encounter. The woman spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto the erect shaft that glimmered from her saliva. She jerked and strained to not scream out, as the large, thickened shaft vanished deep within her.

Trigger Warnings This is dark erotic fiction. Contains explicit sexual content, hard BDSM, dubcon/noncon, extreme size difference, monster anatomy, breeding kink, physical violence, domestic abuse, emotional trauma, power imbalance, and degradation. Written in Third Person Limited POV. 18+ only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Chapter 1 The Dragons’ Paid Pussy

he said. We lay there in bed, my good cheek resting on his shoulder while we examined her list. Wartenberg wheels, erotic electrostimulation, plastic wrap, animal roleplay, breast torture, edgeplay, human furniture, Japanese bondage, predicament bondage, sexual roleplay, suspension, wax play, wooden horse, figging, Sybian, humiliation and exposure, sexual denial. Those were the things she indicated she wanted to try. The things she'd marked as a gray area which she was unsure about trying were enemas, analingus, fisting, anal sex, auctioning or selling and something called nyotaimori.

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

he growled low and deep, hot breath coming out in sharp bursts from his nostrils. I gulped, nodding frantically as my eyes returned to the screen. I watched in horror as the black man grabbed the sub by his cock, stroking it as if he was beckoning on him to coke but he wasn't moving. The sub just knelt weakly, eyes struggling to stay open as his cock was being fisted rough and fast, tiny shivering cries escaping his plump lips. I gulped as the unbelievably hot side, my nose flaring with each breath.

Robin was in my mouth, going deeper and holding my hair. "Take it deeper," Robin ordered. "I want to feel the back of that throat. Good girl, just like that." I came a second time with Hillian’s fingers inside me and Robin’s cock stretching my lips. "Fuck yes, cum again," Hillian told me. "Squeeze my fingers. Let us feel how hard you’re going." Robin pulled out of my mouth and reached for something on the nightstand. A small black vibrator. He turned it on and waved it at me.