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The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

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THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV I cry out, my body bouncing on the high stool while he fucks me brutally, his hips snapping forward, his cock stretching me wider than Derek's.

My assistant reported. “Cancel it” I replied and gestured for Camila to end the call. She quickly hung up and I could see the pure excitement in her eyes. “I knew you were horny sluts from the first day I saw you walking around in those short skirts and tight shirts” I whispered as I ran my hands over their exposed boobs. Their reactions to my touch was enough to tell me that I wasn't the only one that has been having fantasies. “Undress me” I commanded and they couldn't hide the excitement in their eyes as they quickly started unbuttoning my shirt.

I could handle minimal foreplay if he fucked me hard and rough, something to make me feel taken, but he only knew missionary, and he finished so fast. Lately, I'd been thinking about buying toys online, something discreet to take the edge off without him knowing. A vibrator, maybe, or one of those suction things I'd read about. It felt sneaky, but if this kept up for years, I'd grow resentful.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

I think the little boss lady wants me to do more than just caresses. Since she continues to not react, I must do more to satisfy what I need to do. I straighten up and lift her to place her on her desk, she gives a startled gasp. I prefer not to look at her eyes, I’d be far too afraid to continue. I raise her skirt and spread her thighs, still without looking, and she says nothing, so that’s what she wants! I tear her string off, and I caress the entrance of her string well. She’s quite wet. I take her head and devour her lips. She responds to my kiss. She caresses my shoulders, she lifts my shirt, her hands trace my hard torso. I insert two fingers into her clitoris, she spreads her thighs

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”