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Darkness fell over her vision, heightening every sound—the whisper of his breath, the click of his belt, the low groan as he looked at her bare skin. “You feel more when you can’t see,” he said, “Every touch, every order, every punishment.” She didn’t answer. Her lips parted, but the words dissolved into breath. Dante pushed her forward until her knees hit the lush edge of his massive bed. He bent her gently, and tugged her panties to the floor. The cool air kissed her exposed skin. His mouth on her thighs, he licked up her pussy and Elena gasped. He licked her pussy slowly, tongue flicking her clit In teasing circles.

“The floor sensors are very sensitive.” Jane's body froze for a moment. She clenched her jaw. She thought she had disrupted all the internal defence systems but she was wrong. Palmer never relied on a single layer of defence. He was a paranoid, but meticulous man. He knew what to do at what time, and that made him more dangerous. “Daniel,” Palmer continued casually, “turn on the auxiliary lights, please. We've had enough drama for the day. Let's not make it more dramatic than it already is.”

The smell of her vanilla shampoo filled my nose and my cock went fully hard in an instant. "You’re right," I said roughly. My other hand came up to steady her at the small of her back. "I don’t see you as a friend at all. Because I wouldn’t burn like this for a friend. I wouldn’t lie awake every night thinking about how badly I want to spread those pretty legs and taste how sweet your pussy is. I wouldn’t have to fight myself every single day not to lock that door and fuck you over my desk until you’re dripping with my cum and begging me to do it again."

I can see her nipples pressing against the fabric, hard little peaks begging for attention, and I smell her arousal when she walks past me, that sweet, musky scent that makes my cock twitch in my pants. I let her read every page. Safe word, limits, punishments, rewards. The contract involves bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation, and oral worship on demand. I watch her pupils dilate as she scans the words, her breathing growing shallow, and I notice how she shifts in the chair, her thighs rubbing together subtly as she grows wetter with every clause she absorbs. When she signs, her hand trembles but stays steady enough, and something possessive and primal roars to life inside me, a fierc

He was going to fuck me silly? And this slut was fucking up for it. To get ruined like crazy, to get banged silly. To get pounded senseless, get drilled mercilessly and get slayed like I deserve for my pussy's crime of being too irresistible to his dick. To get humped like apocalypse would arrive in just a few hours. To get filled with delicious, warm load of cum. Ah, I was so damn excited.

Every single pain brought uncouth pleasure driving me to the point of delirium. My body was limp as the hand on my cock squeezed firmer and moved faster, squelching sounds echoing in the room. Some one pressed on my back, making me arch further, my ass thrusting upwards while Gerald fucked my mouth, pushing the cock to the side of my mouth. “Fucking break this arrogant brat” “Split him in half” A painful slap bruised my ass but I couldn't cry out or scream, only a forceful jerk of my body, my shithole and ass clamping down.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV They say that the devil wears Prada. But the devil standing before me was dressed in leather. As we exited the cold, damp room, we were greeted by a sight I would never forget. “Damien. ” Luca growled, keeping me close to him.

She came quick and dirty at seventy miles per hour, thighs quaking, juices soaking seat leather with a faint squelch masked by road noise. Pulling into the driveway of her picket-fence colonial lights off, husband snoring inside Helen paused, mirror check revealing the evidence: lipstick smeared, hair tousled wild, hickeys purpling throat under pearls, mascara tracks like war paint. The bad girl grinned back, unrepentant. She slipped inside quiet as sin, heels dangling from fingers, padding upstairs to the master bath. Door locked, shower hissed scalding but first, the ritual mirror stare. Clothes shed slow, revealing the map of domination: red welts striping ass like barcodes, finger-bruise

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.