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“Lying in that bed. Listening to you breathe down the hall. Stopping myself from fucking touch you.” “Make up for it,” Eli managed to say between moans, tilting his head back. They didn’t even get to the desk. Eli bent over a filing cabinet, one hand braced on the wall, the other gripping the top drawer. Dominic fucked him hard from behind, teeth gritting, thrusts sharp and punishing. “You like this?” Dominic hissed, slapping his ass. “Getting used like a fucking toy?” Eli groaned. “Yes—fuck—use me—”

He angled his hips to hit deeper, his hands gripping her thighs to spread her wider, the sensation intense and overwhelming. Ekko's pace was unyielding, each thrust harder than the last, his body slamming against hers in a perfect, primal rhythm. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as he felt her tightening around him. "That's it, take it all," he grunted, his free hand moving to rub her clit in fast, firm circles, pushing her closer to the edge. Jinx's nails dug into his back, her body arching as waves of pleasure built, the rooftop fading away in the haze of their connection.

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

If this man was exceptional then so was she. She was told to lift her legs in the air as Didier prepared to mount her. She snarled aggressively as she did so, mouthing obscenities at him, urging him to pound into her. She had experienced tenderness with Elodie and she didn’t want it any more. She wanted him to come to her with brutality, to lay his heavy body on her, to force himself into her. She wanted all of him; his smell, his sex, his seed.

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

Cerena fell for his charm even as she was trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could she ignore the temptation that came along with it. THIS STORY IS RATED 18+ CONTAINS PART OF BDSM, NOTHING TOO EXTREME THOUGH, JUST MILD. SO IF YOU ARE NOT THE TYPE TO ENJOY STORIES LIKE THIS ONE, I'M SORRY THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. ***** DISCLAIMER: This book is a work of fiction. Names, Character, Places and Incidents are either a product of my imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. And any resemblance to actual persons, [living or dead], business establishments, events or local are purely coincidental and unintentional.

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I fought the wave of sensations that were beginning to overpower me. Did Elizabeth ever talked this dirty with a stranger? He could be anything, a killer, a.. whatever! How could I have trusted him? BDSM! I was never into any of such acts! Do I continue to play the part of my sister or spill out who I really was? I could feel the rise of his bulge tantalizing my behind. It's been ages since you last had a mild blowing sex, a voice spoke to me, why not give in? No, not like this, I replied it. Not with my sister's boyfriend. He pulled up my gown, peeled my lace panties and thrusted a finger and two into the depths of my moist pussy.

I nodded slowly, as I started to feel a little uneasy about the situation. "So, the thing we are doing right now is," he continued, leaning forward slightly. "BDSM. Bondage. Dominant. Submissive. Masochist. Sadist. It's a form of erotic power exchange where one partner takes on a dominant role, controlling the other partner's actions and movements through various forms of bondage or restraint.