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I didn’t get to respond before he pulled his thumb out, placed both hands on my hips, and lifted me, setting me on his desk in front of him. His hand reached under my skirt and took off my panties. He stared at the middle spot that was soaked and chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “Spread your legs for me.” I didn’t even hesitate. I spread my legs as wide as I could, giving him a show of my bare pussy. “Now be a good little slut and touch yourself. Show me how you get yourself off when you think about your professor’s cock.”

Jace felt strangely turned on by Toussaint being all dirty and filthy with words and all he could do was let the moans escape his lips as Toussaint marked every other part of his body. “I’m coming!” Jace screamed as he felt the familiarly strong wave of orgasm hit him. “Fuckk I’m gonna cum!” Toussaint picked the pace once again, his grip tightening on Jace’s shoulder as he pounded into him harder than ever. “Cum for me baby!” Toussaint grunted. An unfamiliar wave of shock and euphoria claimed Jace, stars exploding behind his eyes as he convulsed slightly under Toussaint. A mind-shattering orgasm claimed Jace as thick white ropes of cum shot out rope after rope, coating his belly until his ba

“She’s probably cumming all over Titan’s cock right now, and all you can do is leak and whimper on mine. You’re not even a real man anymore, are you? Just a tight little pain slut who gets hard when he’s told how worthless he is.” He slams in particularly deep, grinding against my prostate while he spanks me again. The mix of the burning stretch, the stinging slaps, and the crushing humiliation is too much. My whole body shakes, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, but my hips keep pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. I hate how much I love it. I hate that the shame turns me on even more. I hate that every degrading word about Sasha and Titan only makes me harder and more desperat

Humiliation crushed Erin’s spirit, shredding what little was left of her pride. She thought she could never get it back, not while she was trapped in this nightmare. His arms wrapped around her, his hand forcing its way between her thighs, clawing at her most private place. She tried to push him away, tried to twist him out of his grip, but the ropes cut deep, and she could do nothing but cry as his teeth scraped her skin and his touch burned into her like poison. She wanted to live once, but now—now she wants it to end.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

We were forbidden, and it made it all the sweeter. We would do this again and again, and no one would know. He made me feel alive, and I loved it. I was addicted to him, and I knew I couldn’t stop. I needed him to fuck me like a slut, and he loved it. He wanted to fuck me and make me his slut. He made my body sing with pleasure, and I wanted it again. He would give it to me again and again because he loved my body. I was his slut and nothing more. I was forbidden and a slut, but I didn’t care.

“Even humiliation?” Thinking about it… sure, it scares me – the image of that time I gave him access to me, to break me or to do whatever he wanted. That image of me like a kitten crawling teases my mind. I don’t have an issue with it. Then yes, because it was so unexpected, but the thought of humiliation is a turn-on, just not like that, not unexpected. “Even humiliation. Do your worst, Sir.” I may regret that. Actually, I think I might but as long as I enjoy myself, anything I dislike can be stopped quickly enough.

"You like taking me here? Where could anyone hear?" I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but nod frantically against his palm, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode out the overwhelming sensation. The humiliation of the position, bent over in a dirty bathroom stall, pants around my ankles, being taken so roughly, should have horrified me. Instead, it was pushing me closer to the edge, the illicit nature of the act acting like a drug. "Good," he grunted, satisfied by my submission. "Then take it."

“Ohhh.” It’s even more intense than the table. The bed gives under us, adding a bouncing, force to every thrust. He’s hammering into me, his hips snapping forward with a violence that makes my teeth rattle. He’s bottoming out with every shove, hitting a spot deep inside me that makes the world go black. I’m being used. I’m being handled like a toy. And the degradation of it, the taboo of who he is and where we are, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me that’s almost painful.