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I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

There was only surrender, only Marcus, only the collar. He switched holes, slamming back into her dripping pussy while the vibrator stayed mercilessly on her clit. “One more, pet. Give me everything.” The fourth orgasm shattered her completely. Lena’s vision whited out. She floated, weightless, every nerve singing with overwhelming pleasure and pain and devotion. Subspace claimed her fully, tears of pure release, soft broken moans, complete and utter trust. Marcus finally allowed himself to let go. He dropped the vibrator, gripped her hips hard, and pounded her pussy with brutal, possessive strokes. “You’re mine. My collared whore. My good fucking girl.”

In my submission, I have found a purpose that I never knew I needed. Every act of submission, every punishment melted out when I falter, only deepens my commitment to him. Each one is a lesson, a reminder of who I am and what I am here for. The pain, the pleasure, the control—it all blurs together into a symphony of sensations that I have come to crave. His punishments are not just corrections; they are affirmations of our bond. Each strike, each harsh word, is a reminder that I am his, completely and utterly. The physical boundaries of the manor are mirrored in the emotional and psychological boundaries he has set, all of which serve to strengthen the bond between us.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

She feels twice her size, breathing slow and deep. Then, the rhythm shifts, becomes urgent, repeti- tive. Vicki’s overworking where the laces start. Renata’s peace punctured, she slides her foot free of the girl’s mouth, pressing the toe hard into Vicki’s chest. Vicki stills. Renata moves her foot back. Carefully, delicately, Vicki again licks where the lower laces cross at the bottom of the leather tongue. Renata now sees the crumb her submissive’s been strug-

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

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