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He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

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The wet, slapping sound of our skin meeting filled the quiet room, drowned out only by my frantic moans. I came quickly, the pleasure too intense to hold back, but Cassian wasn't done. He made us go two more rounds, shifting my body into different positions until I felt like a well-used toy. By the time he finally pulled out and collapsed beside me, I felt like my bones had turned to jelly. “Perhaps you should consider getting casterated,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “Perhaps not,” he chuckled like anything was funny about being folded like laundry first thing in the morning.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

He hasn’t seen anything yet. This should be classified as torture. I’m strapped down on the spank bench in the club room, arms, legs, torso pinned so tight against the leather I can barely twitch. No escape, no slack. The wand hums relentlessly on my clit, strapped tight between me and the bench, buzzing. My thighs tremble uselessly, my body already wound too tight, and it feels like the damn thing is fusing to me. This is what happens when your boyfriend is your number one subscriber. Xavier told me he had ideas for my stream, said it with that grin that made me forget the filth he’s capable of. Turns out his idea of fun is borderline criminal.

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 stories made her so aroused she'd begun masturbating nightly, imagining herself in half of what she'd read. On an impulse, she'd sent him an email, confessing how much she enjoyed his stories about younger girls and mature men, asking what provided the stimulus - if he'd really had those kinds of experiences. He'd answered back two days later, thanking her for her compliments, and saying how nice it was to get positive feedback from readers.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

“This body is mine to mark.” He set the flogger aside and lit a thick red candle. The first drop of hot wax landed on her left breast, just above the nipple. Lena cried out at the sudden burn, the wax cooling quickly into a hard shell. Marcus drizzled more, slow, deliberate trails across both breasts, circling her nipples, then lower over her stomach. A thick line of wax painted down her mound and stopped just above her clit. The heat and the tease drove her wild; she twisted in the suspension, chains rattling. “Sir… please…”