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Shaun kicks Lester in the side. "Okay, but I want answers as soon as we find clothes." Jon and Shaun look around and finally find some in a storage room. I'm assuming they dressed people up before the bidding because the clothes are a pair of extremely short jean shorts and a tight crop top. I'll be lucky if my breasts don't pop out of that thing. Shaun has Skye go into the storage area and shut the door. Skye was right; I felt no pain when shifting back to human. I quickly get dressed and walk out. Jon looks at me with wide eyes.

Kinks: Blindfolding, Dominance/Submission, Restraint, Rough Sex] Elena Morello had always lived in a world ruled by power and silence. Her father, Stephen, was a titan of real estate. His name was heard in penthouses and boardrooms. But everything collapsed the night Dante Crores appeared—a figure who tore through her father’s empire with cold focus. She had heard the rumors: Dante was ruthless, a man who commanded obedience without raising his voice. No one crossed him.

Chapter One: Soft Moans The bonfire had died down to glowing embers by ten-thirty. The kids, eighty-something tenth- and eleventh-graders from Elites High, were finally zipped into their sleeping bags inside the cluster of army tents we’d pitched along the clearing. Ghost stories had turned to giggles, then yawns, then silence. Díckson and I had done the last sweep together: flashlights sweeping across canvas walls, counting heads, making sure no one had snuck off to smoke or worse.

Desk work emails notes meeting Blake nod pass no words. Lunch salad eat slow pussy full warm all day. Afternoon calls voice steady clit throb constant. Home drive careful shower clean body mark bites bruises map pleasure. Night journal write details pen scratch paper relive cock stretch cum fill body hum sated fingers dip pussy circle clit cum seventeen alone bed soft.

Chapter 2: Reconciliation "It's pouring outside." Gina said while watching the rain and shivered at the cold, despite the heat coming from the chimney. She glanced at the unaffected wolf and snorted. "It must be nice having a thick coat of fur, huh?" Sam purred, wanting to invite her for a cuddle, but of course, Gina wasn't able to get the message and wrapped herself with a thick blanket, proceeding to type away to finish her novel. She only has a week left to finish her deadline before her editor kills her for real.

I asked, lifting my gaze. “The kind that comes with… benefits,” he said, rising from his chair. He moved like liquid steel—controlled, elegant, lethal. My breath caught as he came around the desk, standing too close. “Benefits?” I echoed, confused—and undeniably aroused. He reached down, took the contract, flipped to the last page, and pointed at a sentence printed in bold. “The undersigned agrees to enter a consensual dominant/submissive relationship with Damien Cross, with all terms subject to negotiation and safeword boundaries.”

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

he whispered, his tone inviting, daring me to play. I nodded, heart racing, my pussy already dampening at his proximity. “Just reading,” I lied, clutching the book tighter, but he saw through me, stepping closer until his chest nearly brushed mine. “I think you’re reading the wrong kind of story,” he teased, his hand grazing my hip, fingers trailing under my skirt, testing my reaction.