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The fucking thing worked. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely grip the tiny edge of the drawer. I pulled it open slowly, my pulse racing. I peered inside. My breath hitched. It wasn’t money. It wasn’t a gun. It was black silk. And leather. Lying on a bed of velvet was a black silk blindfold. Next to it was a small, elegant riding crop, made of dark, polished wood with a thin strip of leather at the end. And beneath them both was a small, leather-bound journal.

Twenty-seven replies within forty-eight hours. I chose five. I scheduled them all for the same day. The morning arrived cold and grey. Rain tapped against the tall windows like impatient fingers. I had the place prepared. Fresh sheets on the daybed. Bottled water. Towels. Robes folded neatly. The contract stack waited on the marble island. Five copies. All identical. All explicit. I dressed simply. Black linen shirt. Sleeves rolled to the elbows. Black trousers. Bare feet. I wanted nothing between us but skin and truth.

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The old Victorian house on the hill had always felt haunted by secrets. This summer, it held new ones. My cousin Mia and I were staying with Uncle Victor while our parents traveled through Europe. At 23 and 25, we told ourselves it was just practical—free rent, a quiet place to finish our grad school projects. But the moment Uncle Victor opened the door, shirt unbuttoned at the collar and that familiar hungry look in his eyes, we both knew the real reason we’d come.

Am I supposed to be enjoying this? ‎How did he know I loved getting tied up? ‎ ‎Ryan obviously didn't care for her answer as he swiftly pulled her pyjamas shorts down revealing her tiny red g-string. ‎ ‎"F**k! I've imagined this p***y in so many ways, Elena" He pulled down the shorts from her legs and took a deep sniff. ‎ ‎"Dammit Elena! You smell glorious... So f*****g good, I could eat you all day" he said as he took another long sniff from her shorts before dropping it beside her head.

I made my way to his room, which was right beside the study, and walked in, searching as fast as I could for a key. I found a bunch of keys in his drawer and decided to try everything until one of them miraculously opened the freaking door. I tried the first key. Nothing. “Stupid key!” I muttered in annoyance and tried the second key, with the same results. There were about sixteen keys in this bunch and none of them were opening the damn door. I stared at the last key in my hand like it was my salvation. Then I pushed it in and turned the lock. Static. It still didn't work. I groaned in frustration and leaned against the door, ready to cry when the door pushed open and I fell in.

"I’ve never seen that briefcase in my life." "Because they hid it from you," I said, my voice shaking as I pulled out the thick manila folder and handed it to him. "Your amnesia wasn't an accident, Ethan. Read it. Please, just read it." He took the folder. I watched his gray eyes scan the first page, his expression transitioning from curiosity to absolute bewilderment, and finally, to a terrifying, deadly stillness. The color completely drained from his face. His fingers gripped the edges of the medical papers so tightly that the heavy stock wrinkled and tore under his thumbs.

Forever. End of book 36

He said my name like a prayer. "Please let me cum Taylor, fuck! I'm cumming" Silence followed. my chest rose and fell. Heart racing. Mind spinning. The building settled back into quiet. I stared at the ceiling, dazed. “I just… got off with my neighbor through a wall,” I whispered. "Fuck Taylor, I made a mess, my cum's everywhere but inside you"

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.