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I was sitting alone at the empty dining table when my phone buzzed. It was an anonymous text. No name, just a picture and a message. The picture was of Albert’s hand, a hand I knew better than my own. But the laurel wreath tattoo symbolizing our mate bond had been altered—a tiny letter ‘M’ was now etched into the design. The message read: All I had to do was ask, and he let me leave my mark on him. Another message came through. So what if the ceremony is fake? He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Neither came. “I have the luxury of wanting impossible things. I’m the fourth daughter, you see. Loren will marry your Prince. Sybille will marry the King of Frostborne and Rowan is promised to Count Xander of Mirefolk. My family’s duty to the four kingdoms has been accomplished without me.” “Which means,” she continued lightly, “I can hold out for something extraordinary.” Willa was quiet for a long moment, his pale eyes fixed on something beyond her shoulder. When he finally spoke, his voice carried a note of something that might have been envy.

I shook my head as I realized what it was reaching. "What don't you want, didn't you see Emily earlier? Do you want your wife to be crazy about it? Do you want to wait again tonight? Don't be shy because you're not the only one wearing something like this! Look at me.” I looked at Raquel again. She looked sexy in her two piece, so I looked at her hand again. Would I really wear that for my husband? Wouldn't it make me angrier if I put it on?

It was a forum, and I read a question that matched what I had in mind. "What are the woman's fantasies in bed?" I read the question and the explanation that the person needed to survey for a novel they were writing. I scrolled down and saw the top five comments. The fifth one was the typical threesome, with one woman and two men. The fourth was about idolizing someone, like singers, dancers, actors, and other famous personalities. When I read the top three, my eyes widened. "Vampire sex or sex with mythical creatures?" I was stunned. This comment had reached three thousand likes.

"I didn't realize the nature of your dilemma, but are you sure your wife's fantasy is to have sex with other people? Are you sure she wouldn't be happy with just you as her Master? I'm a total slave, but I'm not in this to have sex with other people; it's more the act of submission to my Master. If he chooses to share me with other people, it's within his prerogative, but except for a few women who my Master might also have sex with, I'm not having sex with anyone else and I'm perfectly content." "It's the types of books she was reading." "I try not to confuse the inner workings of a mental fantasy world with real life, Scott" Sam said. "People enjoy science fiction, yet realize it is specul

“And she enjoys that?” Her body twitched excitedly, slutty little minx that it was, giving her away. “Um, yeah. I mean…there’s a massive, massive difference between fantasy and reality. She wouldn’t really want to be tortured by the KGB. But being tied up and sexily menaced by someone she liked could be pretty fun, don’t you think?” “I think,” he murmured, “the boundaries of fantasy are less permeable than people realize.” “Um? What?”

"As much as I enjoyed the fantasy, I would never have wanted you fucking a stranger you met in a bar. I didn't know anyone else and I had no clue how to approach you with the idea until you sent me that email about the geek being your videographer. It all seemed too perfect." "Wow," Maryanne said quietly. I seconded that wow. Definitely a slut wife fetish but as long as I'm the sexual recipient, what the fuck do I care what he fantasizes about. "Time to come clean, what else do you fantasize about?" she asked him. Mark just looked at us without saying anything. "You never know, I might be fantasizing about the same thing," Maryanne prompted him. "Would you have ever thought that I would love

Clearly, you’re being kept. I laughed coldly and asked Asher, “Do you believe that? That I, Gwen, would need to be kept by someone?” He couldn’t respond. He didn’t dare. He had the gall to trust Sophia’s lies about me, but the truth—that the daughter of a real estate tycoon like me wouldn’t need a sponsor—was too much for him to face. I didn’t waste another second on them. Pulling out my phone, I opened the family group chat and shared my location. Then I tagged everyone and sent a single, scathing message: