Secret Obsession Novels & Stories

which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts. As he read through the second story, Elias couldn't help but begin to masturbate as he imagined Selena doing the same thing as she read through the story. After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing.

She walks away, her head held high, but the moment she turns the corner into the kitchen, she has to grab the counter to steady her shaking hands. She hears Aiden’s chair scrape harshly against the floor. He doesn't follow her. Instead, she hears the sound of paper being crumpled. Olivia reaches into her waistband and feels the hard edges of the USB drive she’s hiding. She needs to get into his study. The "Don'ts" list just gave her a map of exactly where the most important secrets are buried. Suddenly, the intercom chimes. A cold, mechanical voice echoes through the penthouse.

She moaned softly, rubbing my cum into her skin like it was the most precious thing in the world. We lay there afterward, breathing hard, bodies pressed together. Covered in sweat and each other. Isabella kissed me softly. Tenderly. “This is our secret,” she whispered against my lips. “Our beautiful, filthy secret.” I held her close, knowing we were both completely addicted.

For all Clara knew she was part of some elaborate scheme, but Clara went along with everything the woman said like it was gospel, driven by desperation to save what she and Alexander had built. She sat quietly as they went on a thirty minute drive on the highway and pulled off into what Clara had always considered to be a seedy part of town. Feeling nervous, she leaned up to look out the window and caught a glimpse of the place they were pulling up to. She had seen the place many times in passing but had never thought much of it. In big pink letters the sign on the concrete building read: Zoe’s Secrets. It was clearly an adult store; selling everything from lingerie to adult videos and toys.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. Tonight’s confession is soaked in taboo — a stepsister hiding a very lucrative secret, and the stepbrother who discovers it… then decides to claim full control. This one is dark, twisted, and deliciously wrong. Here is the confession of “Stepsister’s Secret.” --- **Story 12: Stepsister’s Secret** **Chapter 1**

He thrust up hard, hands gripping my ass as he fucked me deeper. “Ride me, baby,” he growled quietly. “Take what you need.” The couch creaked beneath us. I had to keep reminding myself to stay quiet, biting his shoulder to muffle my moans as pleasure built. Victor’s cock hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. “We can’t get caught,” he whispered again, even as he pounded into me harder. “This is our secret. Your tight little pussy is mine now.” The mix of raw filth and tender possession made me lose control. I came again, clenching hard around his cock.

Arie’s POV The yellow tulips lay scattered across the floor while I stared at the emerald necklace on my pillow. Nico was in Seattle. The thought had barely formed when the quiet click of my apartment door closing reached me from the other room. My entire body went still. I had left the door open while searching the apartment. A second click followed. The lock. “You still hide things in the most obvious places, baby girl.” His voice travelled through me like a touch I had spent months trying to forgI turned slowly.

My shameful red core and the area around my secret depths, already profusely drenched with the sweet moisture poured out all night and the water flowing since morning, glistening with honey. It was exposed intact before Sam-seok's eyes without an inch of concealment. Swallowing his saliva, Sam-seok raised the gourd and stickily poured the slick camellia oil down between the deep valley of my white buttocks. The cold, sticky oil crept down the cleft of my buttocks like a snake, soaking my secret skin, and digging into and pooling at the entrance of my hotly flushed red mound. A shivering gasp of exquisite violation tore from my throat.

She was there, with her face facing the other side. Ryan stared at her smooth white skin he so want to run his hands around and kiss. Her hair so wet he could run his fingers through them. She is devilishly beautiful and trying him so much with this seduction. He can't doubt her not being a seductress. She so had worked being a seductress before. But the thought of another man seeing her body before, made his head fume. No one dare to see her body except him. She is her property. No one can love her. No one. He still haven't realized his love for her, he still thinks he is obsessed with her and possessive of her.

Both liquors sat on the ground at either side and I took up the vodka and struggled to get it open to take a sip. ◆ OSWALD'S P. O. V ◆ "Hope you remember to call me." Amethyst whispers. "I will," I respond putting the piece of paper she had scribbled her number on in my top pocket so I don't lose it. She turned slowly and head down the hallways with the strut of a supermodel, swinging her hips and flaunting her voluptuous figure. She had curves in all the right places like a fine piece of art, a bit like Secret except Amethyst had a bit more of a woman's figure. I watched her until she disappeared and I could still taste her lips. My fingers fumbled with the buttons on the shirt and double-c