Rated R Short Stories Novels & Stories

Kinks: Blindfolding, Dominance/Submission, Restraint, Rough Sex] Elena Morello had always lived in a world ruled by power and silence. Her father, Stephen, was a titan of real estate. His name was heard in penthouses and boardrooms. But everything collapsed the night Dante Crores appeared—a figure who tore through her father’s empire with cold focus. She had heard the rumors: Dante was ruthless, a man who commanded obedience without raising his voice. No one crossed him.

My personal cum dumpster. I wore just my pants. My bulge remained very visible as I made my way to the kitchen. I already saw my mother-in-law Laura in the hallway. Before I approached her, Zara started walking towards us. She wore a very short skirt. Her tank top made her boobs point at me. I gulped and averted my eyes immediately. “I’m going to the club. I might return today or tomorrow.” She murmured. Immediately she locked gaze with me, she averted it shyly.

Chapter Three – Ruthless Claim The fire crackled in the study, the night deepening, but the heat between us was a inferno, unquenched by the earlier ravaging. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger raged. The mafia boss and his lieutenant loomed, their eyes dark with lust, ready to claim me again.

“Good girl.” His touch was bold and possessive. A rush of heat flooded my pussy and I could feel myself getting wetter. So wet it was starting to drip down my thighs. The rest of the evening was surreal. They gave me a set of rules and I spent the rest of the day running errands around them. Answering questions meant standing in front of their desks while they stared openly at my exposed nipples and ass. In less than an hour I was a dripping mess and I was more than positive they could smell it. "Racheal come here," Mr Voss said, licking his lips and I walked over, wondering how that tongue would feel pressed against my pussy.

Professor Hale’s eyes darkened with satisfaction, though his face remained composed. “An interesting perspective,” he replied, his tone warm with praise. “Well said, Miss Parker.” The vibrations intensified for several long seconds, rewarding me, before dropping back to a low hum. I had to grip the edge of my desk to keep from moaning out loud. My panties were soaked. I could feel my arousal slowly coating my inner thighs. By the end of the lecture, I was a trembling mess. My skin felt feverish. When class finally ended, I remained seated until most students had left, afraid to stand on unsteady legs.

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Natasha's POV "Fuck yes!" I screamed as Richard slammed into my pussy. "Do you like that?" He asked. "Yes, I like it very much." I screamed again as he slammed into me. He grabbed my legs and brought them to either side of my neck, holding them there as he continued pounding inside my pussy. His study couch creaked beneath us at his thrusts. My hands found his back, gripping it for support as I continued moaning. "Holy fucking shit!" I screamed as he grazed my G-spot, almost sending my orgasm ripping away from me.

The tip of his cock rubbed against my g-spot, making me whimper and moan in pleasure as my ass bounced faster on his cock, while he continued to smack my ass over and over again. My movements slowed as my body began to hurt, so he pulled me back up by my waist as he grabbed my hair and started to thrust into me at an animalistic pace. The sounds of our skin slapping against each other filled the red room and my moans echoed through the walls while his groans matched his thrusts. “S-so good…” I moaned, unable to mutter coherent words. “Who's my good slut?” He asked with a groan as he slammed into my endlessly, my tits moving back and forth from how hard I was moving.

"Oh, please, what's wrong with him? That guy is in love with you since college." "I don't like him. I mean... he isn't my type." Rida shrugged her shoulder. "Then what is your type?" "Serious, calm, less talkative. Usman talks like there is no tomorrow, plus he jokes around with everyone, I don't like it..." Rida was going on and on about the reason not liking Usman, which made Subh-Dil roll her eyes as she turned to go to the sink and place the dirty cups there, but before she could place them there, the cups slipped away from her hands, all out of sudden, creating a loud noise.

I raise my hands, making my flames bigger while Julie and Austin cower in the corner. "We're not cockroaches. Get away from us with those flames." Julie screams, trying to hide behind her dad. My dad and I move closer. "Shift, and I'll move away. Come on, let me see what you are. I bet you can't do it. Okay, it's time for some barbecued bitch and bitches’ father." I reach for them, and Julie screams. Suddenly, she and Austin shift. My dad and I step back. This was not what I was expecting. We look at each other and burst out laughing. I have to say it's fitting. They're rats.