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Harper had given me. What I found made my mouth widen.. The search history and bandwidth logs were… insane. Hentai. Tons of it. VR p**n. Taboo roleplay videos. “Step-sister”, “Best friend’s little brother”, “Secret creampie”, “Corrupting the virgin gamer” -+ the titles went on and on. He had been downloading and streaming massive files every single night. My thighs pressed together instinctively. I should have been disgusted but instead, I felt heat pooling between my legs. The thought of quiet, shy Max jerking off furiously to all this filthy p**n while the rest of the family slept upstairs did something filthy to me.

He paused, then said without looking up, “I wrote. ‘Patient deflects discomfort with seduction. Attempts to regain control through sexual tension.’” I sucked in a slow breath. “Well,” I muttered. “That’s not sexy at all.” “It’s not supposed to be.” My legs uncrossed and re-crossed, slower this time, not for show but because I needed to move. To feel something. Anything. “Do you think I’m disgusting?” I asked suddenly. That caught him off guard. Barely. But I saw it—the shift in his eyes, like I’d finally said something real. “No,” he said.

Anna said sharply, running her eyes past them all. “Now in TPH, we show you that pleasure for boys with tiny pricks are mostly derived from total sexual submission. Humiliation being the most important factor of all. So, there are five very important steps to accepting your conditions and living a life of freedom from high sexual and even societal expectations. They are : one, accepting that your pricks are useless in all sexual situations. Two, the readiness to give up and turn your love interest to a more superior dick. Three, the courage to admit to anyone and everyone that you're a small prick creature.

Nicholas’ POV She got up, gathering her things with a new purpose. I followed, confused, as she led me deep into the stacks, to the medical and biological reference section. We were completely alone back here, surrounded by towering shelves smelling of old paper. She found it: Gray's Anatomy of the Human Body. She pulled the massive volume from the shelf, her fingers quickly flipping through the glossy pages until she found it. Full-color, detailed anatomical plates of the female reproductive system. She propped the open book on a middle shelf, at eye level.

“Listen… I need to tell you something. I started working at a club. I know I didn’t tell you but I needed t step up my sex game.” She then stared at me like expecting a reaction, but I gave none. “Not the kind you’re thinking. It’s private, exclusive, for people who pay to feel like they’ve got power. And for girls who wanna take some of that power back.” I frowned, not really understanding, my head still too heavy from crying. “Cassie…” She squeezed my hand tighter. “You’ve been ripped apart. You need something that gives you back control. Something that makes you feel like you’re not just his leftovers. Maybe that’s what you need, Leo. To reclaim yourself.”

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

He was never late. I leaned back slowly, taking deep breaths to calm the heat burning in the pit of my stomach as fragments of my research replayed inside my head. BDSM contracts. Consent. Dominants. Submission. Orgasm denial. The words alone had kept me awake half the night. And the truly terrifying part? If Maxwell asked, I knew I would give him almost anything. Actually I would give anything. The realization made my cock twitch hard beneath the table, I squeezed my thighs together.

“You just did.” He flushed. “Right. Sorry.” His nervous energy delighted me. “Go on.” “I signed up for this workshop because… I wanted to understand women better. Sexually.” He looked at his shoes. “I’ve never really… pleased anyone. Not truly. And I thought maybe learning how to write it might help me… feel it.” I stepped closer, letting silence stretch between us. He didn’t meet my eyes. “Why do you think you haven’t pleased a woman before?” I asked.