AnaThere was silence. The kind that suffocates.My breath came in short, shallow gasps, my body still tangled with Christian’s, heat still clinging to my skin. But all of that slowly disappeared when I fully processed what I saw.My mother standing in the doorway.The shattered glass lay at her feet, the liquid from it spreading across the floor. But she didn’t move. Didn’t blink.And that was what made my stomach churn. It wasn’t anger written across her face. It was something much, much worse.Amusement.I scrambled off of Christian, yanking the blanket from the couch, clutching it to my chest to cover what I could, my face filled with shame. My skin burned with the remnants of his touch, of what we had just done—what my mother had just witnessed.But Christian?He didn’t move.He sat back, still bare, his expression eerily calm, as if this wasn’t the worst possible moment of his life.My mother took a single step forward, the glass crunching beneath her heel. The sound sent a viol
AnaChapter 12Ana"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" My mother asked, a twinkle in her eyes. "I don't mind joining in on the fun."I watched, still in disbelief and awe, as I processed my mother's words and her entire reaction to the situation. I knew a part of me was insane to have been fucking my stepdaddy, what I hadn't realized was that the insanity came from my mother.Christian stood, walking past my mother as he made his way to the bedroom.Then I stood, staring directly at my mother, her lips curving as she motioned for me to go ahead.Speechless, I moved, or rather, my feet moved.Christian was seated on the bed, only in his briefs."Honey, why don't you fuck my daughter just as hard as you've been fucking her these past few days? Only difference is, this time around, I watch and I call the shots." My mother said, as she reclined into the seat, crossing her legs."Mum-""Hush, sweetheart, you'd enjoy this much more than you think, trust me," she smirked.I stood paralyz
AnaThe air in the bedroom was heavy with sweat and sex as I lay sprawled across the tangled sheets. Christian lay beneath me, his cock still half-hard inside my dripping pussy. My mother’s words echoed in my head— “We’re just getting started”—her smile like a threat. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think straight, my body exhausted.She strutted back into the room, her nipples firm against her lace bra. Her eyes—sharp, predatory—raked over us, taking in the wreckage she’d orchestrated.“Get up,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the silence. “Both of you.”Christian slid me off him, his cock slipping free with a wet sound that made my cheeks burn even hotter. I stumbled to my feet, my legs shaky, cum trickling down my thighs. He stood too, towering over me.“You thought you could keep this little secret from me, Ana?” she said, her tone mocking as she walked around us. “Fucking my husband behind my back? Oh, darling, you’re not that clever.”I opened my mouth to protest—guilt, shame,
Ana"Round three?" my mother asked as she stepped inside, a wine glass dangling from her fingers.She took a slow sip of wine, her lips staining the glass red, then set it on the dresser with deliberate care. Her robe hung lose, her eyes glinting with hunger. “You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”I swallowed, my throat raw from Christian’s cock, my voice barely a rasp. My body was a mix of exhaustion and arousal, my mind screaming to run while my pussy wanted more.“Mum, this is—”“Enough?” she cut in, her smile sharp as a blade. “Oh, darling, don’t pretend you haven’t loved every second of this. I can smell it on you.” She stepped closer, letting her robe fall entirely, leaving her in nothing but that black lace bra and matching panties, her body so enticing. Christian sat up beside me, his cock stirring again, the bastard insatiable even now. “What’s the play, then?” he asked, his voice a low growl, his eyes flicking between us like a predator choosing his next b
Jenny.I adjusted the drinks on the table, the backyard lights shining and the chairs littered all around. I'd seen the post 'Tara weds Ethan' a day ago on our college group chat, and it had made my chest constrict. So when a gig came my way for bartending on the wedding, I quickly accepted it, realising that just maybe, this was a sign from the universe.“Whiskey’s on the left, right?” Mike, the groom’s cousin, leaned over the table, his tie already loose.“Yeah,” I said, pouring him a shot. “You look like you need it.”Mike laughed, downing it. “Weddings, man. Everyone’s a mess by the end.”“Tell me about it,” I muttered, my eyes flicking to the crowd. There she was—Tara, in a simple white dress, laughing with some aunty. Her hair was shorter now, but that smile still hit me like a punch to the face.“You okay?” Mike asked, squinting at me. “You’re staring.”I forced a grin, wiping my hands on my apron. “Yeah, just scoping the vibe. Who’s the bride?”“Tara,” Mike said, grabbing ano
Jenny“You’re glaring again,” Kelly said, popping up with a half-empty glass of beer. “Ease up, Jenny. She’s not gonna ditch him to come dance with you.”I was wiping down the folding table, the backyard thinning out as guests drifted to the dance floor—a Bluetooth speaker blaring some pop song by Dua Lipa. Tara was there, swaying with Ethan. My chest ached as I watched them, my hands itching for another shot. I had kept it cool so far, but the night was wearing me out.“Wouldn’t put it past her,” I muttered, tossing the rag aside. “She’s been eyeballing me all night.”Kelly snorted. “You wish. She’s just freaked you’re here as would any normal person be. Don't delude yourself and give meanings into what is not.”“It's a bit late for that,” I said, pouring myself a whiskey. “She’s not happy, Kel. I know her.”“You knew her,” Kelly corrected, sipping her beer. “People change. She's getting married. She’s got a life now.”“Yeah, with Mr. Six Months,” I said, my voice bitter. “Real soul
Jenny“You’re a ghost,” Kelly said, leaning on the bar table I had returned to with a smirk. “Where’d you disappear to?”I grabbed a bottle of vodka, pouring a shot for myself. “Needed air. It’s stuffy as hell out here.”Kelly raised an eyebrow, sipping her beer. “Air, huh? Tara vanished too. Coincidence?”“Mind your business, Kel,” I retorted, downing the shot. “I’m just doing my job.”“Sure,” Kelly continued. “Your job’s got her looking like she’s about to puke. What’d you say to her?”I smirked, wiping my mouth. “Nothing she didn’t wanna hear.”Kelly groaned. “You’re gonna fuck this up for her, aren’t you? Ethan’s already asking where she went.”“Let him ask,” I said flatly grabbing a rag to wipe the table. “She’s a big girl.”“Not tonight,” Kelly shot back. “She’s a bride. Be careful." She said as she walked away. “Jenny—fuck, you ruin everything!"Just as I wanted to arrange the bottles behind me, Tara’s voice cut in as if she had been waiting for Kelly to leave.“Then why are y
Jenny“Where the hell are we going?” she asked in the car.“I know a place—trust me,” I replied as I jerked the steering, guiding the truck down a path with branches of trees scraping the sides."Can't you just tell me?" she urged.“We're already here." It was dark but the headlights brought the cabin into view— our old college hideout. I killed the engine, the silence enveloping us.Tara’s breath hitched as she realized where I had brought her. She stepped out barefoot, her dress glowing in the dim. “You kept this?”“Couldn’t ditch it,” I said, kicking the door shut, my eyes raking her body. “Too many nights with you.”She followed me in. Beer cans were littered around, the couch sagging where we’d fucked a hundred times. “We were so stupid back then,” she murmured, running her fingers along the wall of the room.“Stupid and horny,” I shot back, leaning on the counter, my clit throbbing as I watched her. “Before you ran off with him.”Her head snapped up, her eyes filled with inte
claire“Claire, am I happy to see you?!”I looked up from my lounge chair, already tense at the sound of his voice. Jordan was at the fence again, shirtless as always, his abs glistening and his face cocky."Jordan," I said in a low voice in an attempt to remain calm."Were you waiting for me?" He asked as his lips curved in a proud grin.“I wasn’t,” I lied. Tom had left early this morning as usual, for another business meeting, and for the first time, I had been anticipating his departure.He smirked. “You sure about that? Same bikini. Same lipstick. Same time.”“Maybe I like routines.”“Or maybe you like being watched.”I lifted my drink and watched as he approached the poolside, the sight of him doing making my insides excited already.I stood up slowly. “You shouldn’t be here.”He stepped through the gate anyway. “But I am.”I didn’t stop him. I should have.“You wore that for me,” he said, his eyes sweeping over my chest. “Tell me I’m wrong.”I didn’t answer. My mouth was dry. Hi
Claire"For the umpteenth time, Jordan, stop staring at me," I said without looking up, a smirk across my face.Jordan stood on the other side of the fence, his eyes burning into me as I lounged by the pool.My red bikini was tight, like it was hanging on to my ample breasts for dear life and I knew it was driving him crazy. At thirty-eight, I still turned heads, and Jordan's were no exception."I wasn't," he drooled, dripping with charm.Taking off my sunglasses, I looked over at him. He was shirtless, holding a hose like he had forgotten how to use it. His abs glistened, his hair wet and dripping. He was twenty-two, maybe twenty-three, old enough to be my son but too young for me to notice that way I had these past weeks– but I noticed anyway. It was hard not to, those hungry eyes following me every time I stepped outside."You were." I shot back."Fine," he laughed. "Maybe I was, a little. You're not going to tell your husband, are you?""Tell him what?""That I stare," he replied
Lily'Take the money and leave. Or stay. With me.'Adrian's words played in my head as the stack of cash on the table gleamed, a promise of freedom, but his eyes held something warmer, something I couldn’t walk away from.“You’re quiet,” he said, stepping closer, his voice low.“I’m thinking,” I replied.“About what?”“About how crazy this is,” I said, meeting his gaze. “Two days ago, I was just your student. Now you’re asking me to… what? Be yours?”“Yes,” he said steadily. “That’s exactly what I’m asking.”I swallowed, my throat tight. “Why me?”“Why you?” He laughed bitterly. “Because you’ve ruined me, Lily. I wasn’t supposed to feel this.”“Feel what?” I pressed, stepping toward him.“This,” he said, grabbing my hand, pressing it to his chest. “You’re under my skin. I can’t shake you.”“That’s not an answer,” I said, pulling my hand back. “You tied me up, shared me, pushed me to my limits. And now you want… what? A relationship?”“I want you,” he said, voice rough. “All of you. No
LilyAfter Dr. Pierce left, Marcus had vanished too, leaving just Adrian and me. Later in the day, Adrian's voice woke me from my sleep, disrupting the quiet of the house.“Lily, downstairs,” he called from the hall. “Now.”I slipped on the silk black robe he’d left on the chair, my legs shaky as I descended. I stepped inside the foyer and froze. A long table was set for two with soft music drifting from hidden speakers. Adrian stood by the head of the table, dressed in a crisp black shirt and slacks, his gray eyes softer than I’d ever seen them.“What’s this?” I asked softly.“Dinner,” he said, pulling out a chair. “Sit.”I hesitated, then obeyed, the robe barely covering me. He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a tray— steak, salad and a bottle of red wine. My stomach growled, but my nerves kept me alert.“You’re tense,” he said, pouring the wine. “Relax.”“Hard to after today,” I muttered.He smirked, setting a plate in front of me. “Tonight’s different. Just us.”I bl
Lily"Okay gentlemen, my turn now." Dr Pierce cut in as Adrian and Marcus rammed into me simultaneously.At his words, they pulled out, their eyes still blazing with hunger. I lay spent on the padded table, my wrists and ankles bound tight. My body still thrummed from Adrian and Marcus, but Pierce’s presence swallowed everything else as he approached. He stood over me, his shirt unbuttoned, his silver eyes blazing with raw, unfiltered hunger. The air crackled with his intent, and I felt it in my bones— this was his moment.“Untie her legs,” Pierce ordered, voice like a whip.Marcus moved quick, loosening the ropes around my ankles. My thighs fell open, sore and trembling, my breath catching as Pierce stepped closer, his lean frame towering.“You’re mine now,” he said, grabbing my hips and yanking me to the edge of the table. “Spread.”I obeyed, spreading my legs wide as my heart hammered. “Yes, sir,” I whispered.He freed himself, his cock hard and thick. Then he began stroking slowl
LilyMorning came too fast. Sunlight sliced through the curtains, and I woke to Adrian’s voice. “Get up, Lily.”I sat up, groggy. Marcus wasn't in the room. Adrian stood by the bed, dressed in a black suit, his expression cold. “He’s here.”“Who?” I mumbled, then remembered. Dr. Pierce.“Get dressed,” he said, tossing me a sheer black robe. “Downstairs. Five minutes.”I slipped it on, the fabric barely covering me, and followed him. My legs shook as we descended the stairs. Dr. Pierce stood there— tall, lean, with graying hair and a stern face I knew from lectures. He wore a dark blazer, hands in his pockets, his eyes locking onto me with a hunger I’d never seen in class.“Miss Carter,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “You’ve been busy.”I froze. “Dr. Pierce—”“Quiet,” Adrian cut in, stepping beside me. “He’s here for you.”Pierce smirked, closing the distance. “I saw the video. Impressive.”My face burned. “I didn’t know—”“You don’t need to know,” he said, circling me. “You jus
Lily The mansion was silent when we returned late in the night. My body ached, every step a reminder of the stage, the chains, the camera. I didn’t ask about tomorrow’s “test.” I couldn’t.“Shower,” Adrian said, pushing open the bedroom door. “Now.”I nodded, slipping into the bathroom. Hot water stung my skin, washing away the sweat and shame, but not the heat still simmering low in my belly. I’d hated it —the eyes, the exposure, but part of me had craved it and that scared me the most.When I stepped out, my towel clutched tight, they were waiting. Adrian sat in the leather chair, shirtless, his gaze sharp. Marcus leaned against the bedpost, his tie loose, a smirk playing on his lips.“Drop it,” Adrian ordered.The towel hit the floor. I stood bare, vulnerable, their eyes raking over me.“Come here,” Marcus said, patting the bed.I obeyed, crawling onto the mattress. Adrian stood, towering over me. “On your back.”I lay down as my heart pounded. Marcus grabbed my ankles, pulling my
Lily.“Where’s this club?” I asked, my voice barely audible in the car. I sat between them, the red leather lingerie tight against my skin, heels pinching my feet.“Downtown,” Adrian said, eyes fixed ahead. “Private. Members only.”“What am I supposed to do there?”Marcus chuckled. “You’ll see.”The car slowed, pulling to a stop. Adrian stepped out, yanking me with him. Marcus followed, a grin on his face.“Inside,” Adrian said, pushing the door open.The room opened into a dimly lit lounge with a small stage at the center. Men and women in expensive clothes lounged with drinks, their eyes turning to us. To me.“Up there,” Adrian said, nodding to the stage.I froze. “Now?”“Now,” he growled, gripping my arm tighter.Marcus leaned in. “Relax. We’ve got you.”They guided me forward, my heels clicking on the wooden steps as I climbed onto the stage, Adrian and Marcus flanking me. A spotlight snapped on, blinding me.“Hands up,” Adrian ordered.I raised my arms, trembling. He grabbed a ch
Lily.'A friend. He's been watching. Wants a taste.' His words played in my mind over and over as I lay on the bed, alone. Then as if on cue, the door creaked open. Adrian stepped in. Behind him stood a man I didn’t recognize - tall with dark hair and a sharp jawline. He wore a black suit and his gaze locked onto me like a hunter sizing up prey.“This is Marcus,” Adrian said, shutting the door. “Say hello.”“Hello,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Marcus smirked, stepping closer. “She’s shy. I like that.”“She won’t be for long,” Adrian replied, his tone curt. “Lily, drop the sheets.”My hands shook, but I obeyed, letting the fabric fall. Cool air hit my bare skin, my nipples hardening under their stares. Marcus’s eyes darkened, roaming over me.“Stand,” Adrian ordered.I slid off the bed and stood between them. Marcus circled me, his presence suffocating.“She’s perfect,” Marcus said. “You weren’t lying.”“I don’t lie,” Adrian shot back. “Lily, on your knees.”I sank to the