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Blackwood pulled his fingers out and wiped them across my lips. “Open.” I opened my mouth and sucked them clean, tasting myself. “Good girl. Now show them how well you suck cock.” He unzipped and pulled out his thick, veiny cock. I leaned forward on the desk and took him into my mouth immediately, hollowing my cheeks and bobbing like the well-trained whore he’d made me. While I sucked him, Professor Graves stood and pulled his own cock out — thinner but long. Blackwood didn’t stop him. He simply gripped my hair and pushed me deeper onto his own cock.

"No! You keep them their sweetheart! I'm trying to say no, I need to leave, but I am so caught up with touching and looking at his fine-toned stomach and going down his blue jean pants. This reminds me that move I watch the other night on my laptop 50 shades of Grey I believe that what it called. I feel like it's the scene when Ann and Christian are in the dining room and grabs her. I feel like his going to grab me. I started feeling hot in my face. I know he can see my cheeks. I moved back in a little bit, his right on top of my body. "He backed off, thank God." I must say it out loud.

Familiar one’s fingers dug into my hips, leaving fresh bruises. Another orgasm built—deeper, darker. When it crashed, I blacked out for seconds—whole body convulsing, squirting again, mess dripping to the floor. They roared through their own releases: familiar one spilling hot in my ass, new one flooding my pussy, Shadow grinding against the base of her strap until she shuddered. They held me there—still buried, bodies pressed, breathing ragged against my skin. Slow withdrawal. Gentle now. Blindfold off. Earplugs out. World rushed back—too bright, too loud. They unbound me carefully, lowered me to blankets on the floor. Water. Chocolate. Soft cloths wiping sweat, cum, tears.

was converted back into "Draft Data." "Kaelen, the Key!" Lyra shrieked, her wings flapping frantically to stay above the rising tide of black ink that was flooding the streets below. The boy stood at the edge of the roof, the "Key of Absolute Existence" now a solid, glowing "Unmapped" Violet. He saw the "Grey Lines" of the Architects’ formatting command coiling around the city, turning the human lives into "Lines of Code." He saw a woman in a tattered dress—a new wolf who had just found her scent—being "Redacted" into a grey rectangle of censored data.

“Slowly. I want to watch every inch of my new possession.” My hands shook as I obeyed, peeling off the ruined blouse first, then the skirt, until I stood before him in nothing but my black lace bra, soaked panties, stockings, and heels. He circled me like a predator, his eyes devouring the way my full breasts strained against the lace, the curve of my ass, the dark wet spot on my panties. “Everything,” he said.

I ordered and she froze, her eyes returning to meet mine in surprise. “Sir, is there something wrong with the presentation? Why did you ask me to stop—” I slammed on the projector button and it turned off immediately. Good fucking riddance. “Get over here, Lena. On those pretty knees. Keep those juicy fingers away from the floor, I need to taste them.” I ordered and like an obedient slut, she got on her knees, crawling over to me. When she got in front of me, just like I had ordered, she kept her middle and ring fingers away from the dirt. I took her hand in my mouth, licking off the juices that had coated it, and she moaned softly in pleasure.

The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmurs of the city outside created a peaceful background. While rummaging through the documents, a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled "Grey Enterprises: Classified." My curiosity piqued, I opened it, revealing a stack of old documents, financial records and surveillance photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized these were remnants of Sebastian Grey’s secret operations. One letter in particular stood out. Gray was called "The Raven" from someone's name. The cryptic language and eerie tone sent chills down my spine. The letter pointed to widespread fraud, suggesting that Gray and Blackwood were merely participants in a larger ga

My breath hitched as the agony intensified. Grayson. The sheets were in disarray by the time he was done, and I had worked myself into a sad, muffled sob. Gray’s eyes had a certain intensity, a twisted interest that made my skin crawl. As I let go of his arms, I glanced down and saw bloody incisions across my midsection, forming the shape of his name.

sharp and final: "Prep for extraction... we’re ending this—for good."

, Another doctor said. “I burst into tears and Lisa hugged me. She comforted me and rubbed my back. “Madame please”, the Doctor said and controlled my emotions “Actualy Mrs. Grey. We took blood samples of Mr. Grey, and we ran some tests and we found some shocking facts that his blood had particles of strong medicine that were used on patients with mental instability. And that medicine is expensive, rare, and difficult to find at any pharmacy without any doctor's signed prescription”, the doctor said and for a minute, I felt numb.