Fifty Shades Novels & Stories

His calls went unanswered. I did not know what Julian had felt when he ignored my endless texts and phone calls in the past. However, now, when I looked at him, all I felt was exhaustion. Eventually, he became so relentless that I changed all my contact information. Some time later, Shane invited me out to dinner again. As we sat together, he looked at me seriously. "Laura." His fingers tightened around his glass. "Can I finally have my answer?" We were seated beside a floor-to-ceiling window. Beyond the glass stretched the glittering lights of the city.

Tasha reached under me and found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles while Monica continued the spanking. By the tenth strike my ass burned and my pussy throbbed. Monica set the paddle aside and leaned down, pressing a kiss to each heated cheek. "Good girl," she murmured. Tasha rolled me onto my back again and spread my legs wide. She picked up the vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it directly against my clit without mercy.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, defined body carved with strict dieting, 5’5 to 5’8 height. Fifty nine was the only one in the trio with a yellow dress. “We could swap dresses,” I muttered. They both laughed, my words bringing some lightness back to the table. I wasn’t joking. “Have you two heard?” “Heard what?” I muttered stabbing into my salad. Fifty nine glanced around, as if trying to make sure we weren’t being watched. Then she leaned in, her voice dropping into a low whisper. “They say a powerful Alpha is coming soon.”

Her high-pitched moans echoed beautifully in the quiet office. This was exactly what Mira lacked. The woman in front of me didn’t care about pride or dignity. Right now, Sandra belonged entirely to me, acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, the wet, friction-filled sounds of her body filling the room. “Yes, give it to me, baby,” I growled, leaning up to bite hard on her earlobe. I drove my fingers in deeper, curling them upward. With one last, hard thrust of my hand, Sandra shuddered violently, her body tightening as she emptied her wetness all over my fingers.

No Mercy I still lay sprawled across the massive king bed in Kai’s ocean-view penthouse suite, chest heaving, legs still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through my wet pussy. Thick ropes of Kai’s cum slowly leaked from my swollen, well-fucked pussy, running down between my ass cheeks and soaking into the expensive white sheets. My skin glistened with sweat, red handprints glowing all over my ass and thighs where he had spanked me hard. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed the sun dipping toward the horizon, painting the ocean in deep oranges and pinks, but neither of us cared about the view anymore.

Sharon smiled and told Frederick, "Don't worry about serving me anything, brother. I'll transfer 1 million dollars to you now, and if you manage it well, I'll give you another. But I hope Remy doesn't find out. He keeps loading my account with money and wonders why I don't spend it on ordering shoes and bags to look nice for him."

"But I fought back, and I won." She immediately exhaled in relief. "Do you think messing with me is funny?" I chuckled. "Just a little bit." Cecilia glanced at her phone and pulled me forward. "Alright, alright, I won't argue with you. Let's go. I bought you a flight ticket to Sulverton City. I also deposited 2,000 dollars into your account. I know what you're thinking, but just consider it a loan. This is all I have..." I was stunned. Tears welled up suddenly.

“What the hell did you do?” “I didn’t do anything,” I snapped. “Just tell me what it is.” And for some reason I don’t know, panic kickstarted in my heart. My thoughts racing. He turned the phone toward me. A page had loaded. Dark themed. At the top, in bold: ELITE BROTHERHOOD “What is that?” I asked, my voice lower now. Tyler let out a short, almost disbelieving laugh. “You’re serious?” “Yes.” He stared at me for a second longer, like he was trying to confirm I wasn’t joking.

Sandra I sit at the long dining table in our family home, laughter and clinking glasses fill the room. Warm birthday candles glow on the cake. It's Mom’s 45th birthday, relatives, friends, and neighbors sit all around us. I wear a simple sundress that stops just above my knees, trying to look like a good daughter. Under the table, my stepdad slides his hand up my thigh. His thick fingers push my lace panties to the side, two fingers sink straight into my wet pussy and I bite my lip hard. The tablecloth hides everything but my heart beats fast from the risk.

I spotted Luca across the room, and the look I gave him was enough to let him know I’d deal with his misinformation later. That’s when I saw her. One girl. Just one. But she wasn’t like the others. Something about her pulled at me something I didn’t recognize, and didn’t like. Her eyes locked with mine, and in that moment, I saw fire. Not the kind that warned me to stay away… but the kind I wanted to extinguish, slowly and completely. Before I even realized what I was doing, the words left my mouth. “Fifty million.” Silence followed. Stunned, hollow silence. Everyone turned to stare. But no one dared to challenge me.