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I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

I would recognize what these were even in my sleep. Whips. Cuffs. Blindfolds. Gags. Collars. Leashes. Dildos. Sex toys. Nipple clamps. Vibrators. Candles sat on a table nearby and my eyes widened in sheer shock as realization dawned on me. Davin was into fucking BDSM. I expected a lot of things to be in this study, maybe even guns and explosives. But hell no, not a red room. Not a room full of my biggest desires. As a masochist, it was hard to find anyone who could ever match my freak. But this? Goodness, this was heaven here on earth. I grabbed the end of one rope and tied it around my wrists, binding them together, and I let out a soft moan.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

The dorm room smelled like instant ramen, vanilla body spray, and the faint metallic tang of nervous sweat. Finals week had turned the entire floor into a pressure cooker, but room 412 was quieter than most. Lights off except for the two desk lamps and the blue glow from Lena’s laptop screen. Textbooks and highlighters littered the floor like casualties.

What's going to happen if it reaches social media? My hands were shaking terribly, I managed to off the water and started practicing breathing techniques to calm myself down because I was loosing it. Suddenly the door flew open and Alice; the secretary walked in. "Isabella you don't look okay, are you going?", she asked immediately she saw me. I shook my head negatively, putting my hands behind me so she doesn't notice my shaky hands. "What's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost ". "I think I need my medications", I lied," my insulin and -"

The raindrops on the roof made him reminisce. It was on a rainy Wednesday night. He could recall it vividly. He was returning from Los Angeles and had arrived late and headed to the school library to pick up one of the books for an ongoing project, “The Guns of August,” which, under normal circumstances and on a normal day, Eugene wouldn't stoop so low as to read any history book, but his grades weremuch more important than his enthusiasm for physics. It was one of those courses that would prepare him for the semester ahead. He had gotten the book, and on his way out on the street, he had met a lady, stranded, in the middle of the road and struggling with some of the wires in her engine.

Chapter 1 Sophia’s POV. I sat hunched over my textbooks in the dim glow of the empty college library wing, the pages blurring together after hours of cramming advanced lit theory into my skull while the whole building around me felt dead quiet and hollow. My thighs kept pressing together under the desk because my mind would not stay on the damn words no matter how hard I tried. Instead it kept sliding straight into that filthy secret place I hid from everyone, the one where I was not the quiet bookish girl who buried herself in notes all day.

Where I would live now, in a small room on the third floor, close enough to serve but far enough to be forgotten. I walked up the steps. Knocked. A maid let me in. "Wait here," she said. "Luna will see you soon." I waited in the front room. Sat on a nice chair. Looked at nice things. Expensive things. Things bought with pack money while pack members struggled. Nothing new. Alphas lived well. Everyone else lived however they could. Footsteps. Deep. Heavy. Coming down the hall. I knew those footsteps. I'd heard them in my dreams for five years. In my nightmares.