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* Three dots appeared immediately. Then: *That's not an answer.* *I know,* he typed back. *It's honest though.* A pause. Longer than her usual response time, long enough that he picked up his phone twice to check if she had stopped typing, and then her message arrived and it was not what he expected, was not the level, controlled Ava Bennett response he had learned to anticipate, it was something quieter than that, something that felt like the version of her that appeared in empty gyms and practice rooms when no one important was watching.

I snatched the tablet from her hands, and there it was, glaring back at me was a bold headline, ‘International model, Ari, ‘strikes’ again.’ Below it was a thumbnail; I pressed play and dropped the tablet when I saw the content. It was Derek and me at the beach, naked, having sex. The clip was short, but it didn't need context; it was clear. My fake sex tape is on the internet! Good Gods! “This…..this isn't real.” I stuttered, looking at Stella. “I know,” She said quietly. “But the world doesn't."

“The League thinks I’m a monster. Sponsors are pulling. If I don’t humanize in 48 hours, I’m fined. Benched. Traded.” “Problem two: Hockey.”_ His eyes went silver again “I’m predictable. I lost because of it.” He paused as each proposal sent thrills and I watched him like a spectator. “You solve both.” "Me?" My voice was barely there as I gulped hard. “You fake-date me,” he enunciated like he was reading a contract. “90 days. We show up in the Public. Cameras. Charity galas. You call me ‘mine’ when the press asks.”

"What kind of deal, Ryan?" "The media already thinks we’re together," Ryan explained, his voice calm but tight with a hard, practical edge. "If we go out there and deny it now, they’ll tear both of us apart. My sponsors are watching every move, and your family already believes the absolute worst. We use this. Pretend to be my girlfriend for just one hockey season. We attend a few games, show up at a couple of charity dinners, and let the cameras capture us looking happy. Just long enough to make the world believe it, until the media moves on." Emma let out a dry, humorless laugh. "And why on earth would I do that? To become a prop in your PR stunt?"

"Great again. Mr Cartelli, if you could sign right here, and then Mrs Cartelli, if you could do the same just below his..." There hadn't been many documents for me to sign like this, so I winged it and made a new signature on the spot. I noticed Armani staring at it for a moment, but his attention was on the woman as soon as she started speaking. "And Dads..." she continued. Once they passed her the contract back, she handed us both the prenups, which were slightly scarier to look at, but I knew they would help us in the long run if this fake marriage ever had to break up. Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy.

Her pussy clenched at the thought of what doctor Fernandez had in store for her. Fernandez wasn't a real doctor and neither was the lady that brought her in, a nurse. She met him two days ago in the park when he approached her and told her she looked like someone who needed treatment. She thought he was a creep at first—a lunatic, till he pulled out a small tablet from his laptop bag and showed Christine doctor fetish videos he carried out on ‘fake patients’. Celine could've raised an alarm or embarrassed him publicly, but she was intrigued. She wanted to try it out, as he ensured it had a pleasurable and calming effect on the body.

No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink. My mind was doing flips at the thoughts and imaginations that badgered my brain. Were there G.strings or just regular female panties? Did they hold up the huge cock I could get he was carrying? Kelvin is a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on the weekends. His well-muscled frame is the epitome of masculinity, and was the number-one reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of him when we’d met a few weeks ago. But the fact that he had this kinky secret—this softer, sensual side—thrilled me in an indecent way.

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

she flips her fingers crossed and moves to a chair to sit. I kneel to the ground where the photos scattered and picked them one after the other studying each detail to convince myself it's fake. The hair, shape of her, all screamed real but I was growing desperate. “Ariel tell me this is false and they're fake?” Any assurance that the woman lying naked wasn't her would save my heart from breaking into a thousand pieces. The pain was ripping into me like a million daggers I couldn't breath, think or believe the evidence before my eyes.

“If you really mean that, then admit what you did. Tell the truth. Say you faked that tape.” The pause was long enough to choke on. Otto shifted, shoulders twitching under his hoodie. “That would ruin me. My reputation. My career. You get that, right? I… I can’t throw my life away like that. Just… think of something else. Anything else. I’ll do it.” I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Oh, that’s rich. You torch our lives, Cassie’s name, my career, and your solution is, what? Pick something on the menu that isn’t the truth?”