LOGIN31 - Good Talk
Damon
I cooed sweet words and praise in her ear as I stroked her back. “You were so good. I’m so proud of you. You looked so pretty.” But her silent tears kept making my shirt wet, and I didn’t want to move until I made sure she was okay.
I knew many people cried during intense orgasm and I tried to explain it to her, but she kept her face hidden.![]()
42 - Twice the LikeKatieI hadn’t spoken to Dylan for three whole days.Three. Whole. Days.Which, apparently, was enough time for me to be a mess. I missed him so much it physically hurt, but I also knew I couldn’t just let myself slide back into his arms without sorting through the disaster at work.So, I did what I always did when I felt like a mess. I journaled. Pages and pages about my feelings, Justin being a dickhead, Dylan’s temper, and how all of it somehow tangled together until my brain felt like it was stuffed with marshmallows.Between journaling and working from home, I locked myself in my home studio. My workbench was littered with scraps of silver, half-set stones, and sketches of designs that had nothing to do with Opulence’s official projects.They were mine. Purely mine.The necklace I’d been piecing together was bold, and I could
Part Four“I think I like you.”41 - Treat Her WellDylanAmanda didn’t waste any time.The second I slid into the cafe booth across from her, she folded her arms, leaned back, and gave me that older-sister glare that used to make me squirm as a kid.“So,” she said slowly. “You actually managed to woo Katie, huh?”I smirked. “Woo? Really, Amanda? And why wouldn’t I? I’m so charming.”She sipped her latte. “What else should I call it? Seduction? Blackmail?”I didn’t reply, ordering an iced mocha for myself. I needed some sugar in my system if I was going to talk about my love-life with my elder sister.“You know I’m surprised and impressed.” She leaned in and said, “Everyone in the town knew you were obsessed with her. Except
40 - Your Boyfriend is HandsomeKatieHow could a man be so effortlessly handsome, funny and sexy?I couldn’t stop smiling. Because he had stayed over after we had dinner (he reheated everything), washed my hair, and cuddled me to sleep. I had watched him baby talk to Pollux when we came downstairs that morning, and even though Pollux just stared at him, it made me happy.The smell of butter and bread filled my kitchen, mingling with the sound of Dylan humming low in his throat as he slathered jam over toast.Sunlight poured in through the window, warming the island where we sat. Well, he sat with me on his lap. His hair was still mussed from sleep, the lazy grin on his face too infectious.I popped a strawberry into my mouth. “You know, I think you’re getting a little too comfortable in my house.”Dylan leaned back, a fork dangling from his fingers as his oth
39 - You’re Filthy, DarlingDylanMy heart pounded in my ears as I watched her ease the zipper down.Fuck. She had me curled around her nimble fingers, and I loved it.Her weight was warm, and the press of her against me was perfect. The scarf around my wrists was delicate, the soft fabric tight. I could easily get out of it if I really wanted to, but that was why it was enough to remind me that I had to be patient.Her eyes were bright, with a dangerous smile playing over her full lips.I watched her every motion, the way her fingers moved with confidence. She was in charge, and she looked perfect. Her short hair was in a small ponytail with a few strands of hair framing her face. Her dark dress was
38 - Late Night Booty-CallKatieI tapped my stylus against my lips, staring at the half-finished design on my iPad. I had been playing with the new design for days, taking any chance to work on it during my break. The necklace I was sketching had clean lines but a little whimsy with a twist of asymmetry.It felt bold and modern, something I had been dying to get into the last collection. Either for the presentation or maybe for my online store that Amanda talked about.Voices near the employee lounge pulled me back. Two juniors, hunched over their table, were talking, frustration lacing their tone.“He made me redo the entire bracelet mock-up last night,” one said to the other. “Didn’t even explain what was wrong. Just said, ‘Do it again. Better.’ Like… what the fuck does that even mean? If you’re so good at work, you should tell me how to improve it. Jerk.&rd
37 - Her PetKatieHe shifted his weight, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I was a virgin.”“Is that why you came so quickly?” I asked before I could stop myself.His ears turned bright red. “Probably.”I set the cufflink down carefully, my voice softer than I expected. “Why didn’t you tell me?”He glanced at the trays of gemstones. “Because I didn’t want you to… find someone else. Someone who had more experience. Someone who could give you what you thought you wanted.”“But I wouldn’t—”“Yes, you fucking would.” His voice was sharp before softening as his eyes finally met mine. “Katie, I saw it in your eyes that night. You were so determined. You wanted to hire a fucking professional—more like a professional in fucking. Anyway, I thought that if I
43 - Happy BirthdayJamesI stared at the night lights of the small town that had become my home for the past couple of years. It wasn’t covered in snow anymore and winter’s harsh wind had turned to soft, cooling breeze in the evening. I trailed my finger on the glass, reminiscing about the time I had
36 - On Your FoursMiaI scrambled to my feet, my panties utterly soaked. Before I could strip out of the dress, James cupped my cheek and kissed me. I hummed and pressed closer, wanting to touch him everywhere. “Keep the dress on,” he whispered, pulling at the thin strap and releasing it as it stung
Note: This scene has CNC (consensual non-consent) roleplay.Bonus SceneMiaScreams echoed around me, people laughing, dancing and drinking as strobe lights flashed over Summer’s living room, which was converted to a stage. I tried to cover my ears, giggling when the hanging skeleton’s bones brushed ov
BOSSY BODYGUARD Part One“The only eyes I want on me right now are yours.”1 - Quite a Dirty Little Mouth You HaveEmmaTurns out, going alone at a sex-club is lonelier than I thought. My eyes zeroed on the bar. Many patrons clad in expensive suits and glittering dresses were either seated in the person







