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The way he looks at me makes my pulse race. He stands up to remove his shirt and pants, leaving him only in his boxers. When he pulls them down and I see what springs free, my eyes widen. Maybe Martina is right because this warrior is ready for battle. Can I touch it and play with it? When he moves closer to me, I reach out to stroke him. He moans as he slides his hand between my legs and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. Fuck. I'm ready to burst, and we haven't even gotten to the good part. I may not be in heat, but I'm definitely not coming out of this room any time soon.

Without hesitation, Mace raised his voice, his tone cold and threatening. "Seraphina, I know you're in there. You have exactly ten seconds to open this door, or there will be consequences." Inside the room, Seraphina's reluctance to comply with her uncle's demands was evident. She finally unlocked the door, swinging it open with an exasperated huff. "What's your problem, Uncle Mace? Can't a girl have some privacy?" Mace's gray eyes bore into hers as he remained unapologetic, his voice firm.

EXTREME CONTENT WARNING This story (especially Chapters 4 and 5) contains highly explicit, intense, and taboo adult material that is intended ONLY for consenting adults 18+ (21+ in some regions) who actively enjoy extreme dark erotica. The content includes, but is not limited to: ● Intense non-consensual fantasy themes (CNC) and total power exchange ● Extreme degradation and humiliating language (very nasty, filthy dirty talk) ● Graphic depictions of rough anal sex, double penetration, fisting, gape play, and multiple forced orgasms

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

Noah added. Lucien’s lip twitched. “Good.” 4. A gaming chair that spins. “Noah,” Lucien sighed. “You’ll hurt yourself.” “I’ll heal.” 5. A Nintendo Switch or handheld console. “I can play it when you’re busy,” Noah explained. Lucien hummed. “Maybe.” 6. High-speed uncensored Wi-Fi. Lucien stopped. Looked at the paper, then back at Noah. “Uncensored… for what?” Noah blinked innocently. “Research.”

And so damned hot. She talked about narrative structure and unreliable narrators. I barely heard her. My hand shook as I turned to page 117. When she asked if anyone had an example of a compelling line from erotic literature, I raised my hand. She raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Turner?” I stood and cleared my throat. “He wanted to taste obedience on her tongue.” The class went silent. A couple students chuckled. Someone made a low “damn” sound in the back. She didn’t laugh. She just smiled slowly.

His dark eyes locked onto me, shirt pushed up over my breasts, legs obscenely spread, fingers still knuckle deep inside myself, and the loud p**n moans leaking from my headphones. Time froze. I yanked my hand away and slammed the laptop shut, my face burning with shame. “Uncle Marcus! What are you… I thought no one was here!” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze never leaving my exposed body. The bulge in his jeans was already obvious. “A grown woman of twenty-three like you,” he said, voice low and rough, “and this is how you’re getting off? Watching p**n instead of getting properly fucked?”

It was the feeling of being consumed, of being dismantled in front of an audience I would never see. It was frantic. It was dirty. It was full erotica, without censorship or apology. Jaxon was a machine, a brutal, rhythmic force that was trying to find my breaking point. Every thrust was a statement of dominance, a visual spectacle for the lenses and a physical reality for me. "Cut! Cut!" Gary shouted. Jaxon didn't stop. He didn't even flinch. He kept moving, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my ear. "Gary's calling cut, Jaxon," I managed to choke out, my legs wrapped so tight around his waist I thought I’d break a rib.

One of his knees pushed between my thighs, spreading me open. His free hand slips under the hem of my dress and finds the soaked lace of my panties. He groaned, his fingers slid over the wet fabric. “Soaked already,” he muttered.“All for me?” “Yes father,” I admit, the word barely a whisper. “God, yes. It’s been months since Nicholas touched me and I feel like I’m going crazy, I'm losing my mind…ohhh...” Two thick fingers hook the lace aside and stroke through my folds, gathering the slickness there.

Instead, it felt like stepping back into the version of myself I’d tried so hard to leave behind. I was in the kitchen helping Dad make dinner when my phone buzzed again. Another message from Hori. Hori: You okay? You looked like you saw a ghost at the ceremony. Who was that guy? I stared at the screen for a long moment before typing back. Me: Old history. I’ll tell you when I’m back. I didn’t mention that the “old history” had raped me, filmed it, and leaked it to the entire hockey community. Some things were still too heavy to put into text messages.