Chapter: أخذ قضيب أخت زوجي الجزء السابعالأحد بعد الظهر، بعد ثلاثة أسابيع من ماراثون القبو.كانت رائحة الفناء الخلفي تفوح بالفحم، والبيرة، وسلطة البطاطس. كان ثلاثة وعشرون شخصاً يتجولون حول طاولات النزهة الطويلة: أبناء عمومة ليام، وأعمام ريتا، وحفنة من الجيران، وبضعة رجال من عمل ليام. كان الأطفال يركضون وهم يصرخون بمسدسات الماء. كانت موسيقى الروك الكلاسيكية تُعزف من مكبرات الصوت الخارجية.كانت نينا ترتدي فستاناً صيفياً.فستان صيفي صغير بلون وردي فاتح بأزرار من الأمام بالكاد احتوى جسدها الجديد. كان ثدياها قد انتفخا بالفعل بمقدار نصف مقاس بسبب هرمونات الحمل. كان القماش مشدوداً فوقهما، والحلمتان تبرزان كطلقات الرصاص. كانت الحاشية ترفرف عالياً على فخذيها الغليظتين. لا حمالة صدر. لا سراويل داخلية. فقط سلسلة فضية رفيعة حول خصرها مع قلادة قلب صغيرة استقرت فوق شق مؤخرتها مباشرة.والطوق.جلد أسود رفيع. غير واضح بما يكفي ليعتقد معظم الناس أنه مجرد عقد. فقط ليام وريتا عرفا أن الحلقة الفضية الصغيرة في الأمام مخصصة للمقود.قبلت ريتا خدها في المطبخ قبل وصول أي شخص."تذكري القواعد يا أختي الصغيرة. ابتسمي بشكل جميل. قدمي المشروبات. وفي الثا
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Chapter: الكتاب الثامن عشر: أخذ قضيب أخت زوجي الجزء السادس السبت، 12:03 ظهراًركل ليام باب القبو ليغلق خلفه وانغلق القفل بنقرة كطلقة نارية. تدلت نينا على كتفه كبطانية مطوية، وفخذاها الغليظتان ترتجفان، وثدياها يسحبان لأسفل ظهره مع كل خطوة. لا يزال المنيّ من حمولات الصباح يتسرب من كسها المنتفخ وترك خطوطاً مبللة على قميصه. أسقطها مباشرة على مقعد التلقيح.هبطت بصفعة مبللة. ضرب ظهرها الجلد البارد. انفتحت ساقاها من تلقاء نفسها. انفرجت شفاه كسها بصوت لزج وتدفق نهر غليظ من البذرة القديمة للخارج، متجمعاً تحت مؤخرتها. كانت ريتا تنتظر بالفعل.عارية. حلمتاها صلبتان. زجاجة طازجة من المزلق في يد وأكبر قضيب اصطناعي معقود يملكونه في اليد الأخرى. اثنا عشر إنشاً. أسود. مخطط بالأوردة. كانت العقدة عند القاعدة أكبر من قبضة نينا.سكبت ريتا المزلق مباشرة بين ثديي نينا وراقبته يجري أسفل الوادي، فوق بطنها الناعم، ويختلط بالمنيّ الذي يتسرب بالفعل من ثقبها.قالت ريتا، وصوتها غليظ: "اربطها يا حبيبي. أريد تلك الضروع أن تتدلى بحرية حتى نتمكن من حلبها بينما تعقد الآلة كسها."عمل ليام بسرعة.انغلقت أصفاد المعصمين بنقرة. قُفلت أصفاد الكاحلين في الركائب وسُحبت على اتساع حتى احترقت
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Chapter: الكتاب الثامن عشر: أخذ قضيب أخت زوجي الجزء الخامساختفى "الصداع النصفي" لريتا بشكل غامض بحلول الظهر.وجدتهما في غرفة المعيشة: نينا على ركبتيها، ووجهها مدفون في وسائد الأريكة، وقضيب ليام يندفع في مؤخرتها بقوة شديدة لدرجة أن جسدها الممتلئ تموج كالأمواج على الماء. كان ثدياها—تلكما الكرتان الضخمتان والممتلئتان بالحليب بحجم DD—يُسحبان عبر السجادة مع كل دفعة، وكانت حلمتاها ملتهبتين وحمراوين من القرص واللوي طوال الساعة الماضية.لم تتحدث ريتا.اكتفت بالابتسام، ابتسامة بطيئة وشريرة، وأشارت بإصبعها."أحضر العاهرة إلى الطابق السفلي يا حبيبي. حان الوقت."انسحب ليام من ثقب مؤخرة نينا الفاغر بفرقعة مبللة، وخيط غليظ من المزلق والمذي يربط بينهما لثانية قبل أن ينقطع. انهارت نينا للأمام، تنتحب، وكسها ومؤخرتها ينقبضان على لا شيء، واللعاب يتجمع تحت فمها المفتوح. حملها وكأنها لا تزن شيئًا—ذراعاه تحت ركبتيها وكتفيها، وثدياها الزلقان بالعرق يرتدان ضد صدره—وحملها لأسفل سلالم القبو.كان القبو قد تحول.ملاءات سوداء على منصة مرتفعة في المنتصف. منصات إضاءة احترافية. أربع كاميرات مثبتة تشير إلى المرتبة من كل زاوية. جهاز كمبيوتر محمول على حامل، يبث بالفعل.وعلى ا
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Chapter: الكتاب الثامن عشر: أخذ قضيب أخت زوجي الجزء الرابعكانت الشمس بالكاد قد أشرقت عندما رفرفت عينا نينا لتنفتح، لكن جسدها كان يعرف بالفعل ما يريده.لم يكن الراحة.كان المزيد.كانت ممددة عبر الملاءات المدمرة كدمية مكسورة: فخذاها متباعدتان على اتساع، وشفرات كسها منتفخة وتلمع بمزيج من حمولات الليلة الماضية وبللها الطازج الخاص، وثقب مؤخرتها لا يزال ممدداً حول القابس المرصع بالجواهر الذي أجبرها ليام عليه قبل أن يفقد الوعي. كل تحول صغير كان يرسل شرارات تنطلق لأعلى عمودها الفقري؛ البصلة المعدنية الغليظة تضغط بلا هوادة ضد جدرانها، مذكرة إياها مع كل نفس بأنها محشوة بالكامل في كلا الثقبين كلعبة مضاجعة صغيرة وجشعة.كان ثدياها يتألمان. كرتان ثقيلتان وشاحبتان كالحليب مغطاتان بمنيّ جاف، وعلامات أسنان، وكدمات على شكل أصابع ليام. كانت حلمتاها صلبتين جداً لدرجة أنهما كانتا تنبضان، قمتين بلون وردي داكن تتوسلان طلباً للأسنان، طلباً للألم، طلباً لأي شيء.شمته قبل أن تراه.وقف ليام في المدخل، عارياً، وانتصاب الصباح يبرز كسلاح: تسعة إنشات من القضيب الغليظ والمخطط بالأوردة يتقاطر بالفعل من الشق، وخصيتاه ثقيلتان ومسحوبتان لأعلى بإحكام. كانت عيناه سوداوين بالجوع
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Chapter: Taking my Husband's Sister Cóck Part 3Liam’s gaze dropped to those tits and stayed there.Voluptuous didn’t even begin to describe them. Full, pendulous double-Ds that spilled sideways when she lay down, capped with dark rose nipples already drawn tight from shame and cold air. Her waist dipped in dramatically before flaring into wide, fertile hips and an ass that could make a priest renounce his vows.He took one step. Then another. Until he was looming over the bed.“Hands down,” he ordered, voice rough. “Let me see what I’m working with tonight.”Nina’s breath hitched. Slowly—God, so slowly—her arms fell away.Liam groaned like he’d been punched in the gut.“Jesus fucking Christ. Those are even bigger than I imagined.”He reached out, no hesitation, and palmed both breasts in his huge hands. Weighed them. Squeezed until the soft flesh bulged between his fingers and Nina whimpered.“Look at these fat fucking tits,” he rasped, thumbs flicking over her nipples. “Been staring at them in bikinis and tight little tops for ye
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Chapter: الكتاب الثامن عشر: أخذ قضيب أخت زوجي الجزء الثانيوقفت نينا متجمدة بجانب السرير، وذراعاها متقاطعتان فوق صدرها وكأنها لا تزال قادرة على الاختباء. رسم ضوء القمر المتسلل من الستائر نصف المفتوحة خطوطاً فضية عبر بشرتها، محولاً حلمتيها إلى ظلال داكنة ومحصاة. كانت ترتجف برعشات صغيرة لا يمكن السيطرة عليها جعلت ثدييها يرتجفان.راقبت ريتا من الوسائد، مستندة على مرفق واحد، وعيناها اللامعتان بالحمى تتلألآن. قالت ريتا بصوت خشن: "السراويل الداخلية أيضاً. يحب أن يرى كل شيء عندما يدخل. يجعله ذلك ينتصب على الفور."علق نشيج نينا في حلقها. شبكت إبهاميها في حزام السروال القطني القصير الذي تنام فيه وتركته يسقط. لا ملابس داخلية تحته. بقعة أنيقة ومشذبة من تجعيدات الشعر الداكنة، تلمع بالفعل. اختلطت رائحة إثارتها بعرق حمى ريتا وملأت الغرفة كالبخور.استنشقت ريتا بجشع. "تباً، انظري إليكِ. سيفقد عقله."تسلقت نينا إلى السرير وكأنه منصة إعدام. انخفضت المرتبة تحت ركبتيها. استلقت على ظهرها بجانب أختها، وذراعاها متصلبتان على جانبيها، وفخذاها مضغوطتان معاً بشدة لدرجة أن العضلات ارتجفت.مدت ريتا يدها وباعدت بينهما بقوة مفاجئة.أمرت: "افتحي. سيرغب في رؤية مدى البلل الذ
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TABOO CRAVINGS: SHORT STEAMY STORIES OF LUST AND TEMPTATION
“You want to be cleansed?” his voice was rough, dangerous.
“Then let me drag every filthy sin out of you.”
His hand slid higher, shoving her dress up to her hips. She whimpered when his fingers pressed against the thin lace hiding her heat already soaked through.
“On your knees, begging for forgiveness, and dripping for me,” he muttered darkly. “Do you feel how wet you are? That’s not holy. That’s you wanting to be fucked.”
Two fingers pushed past the lace, plunging inside her slick heat. Her moan broke in the stillness, echoing in a place that should have been sacred. Shame burned her cheeks, but her hips rocked helplessly against his hand, clenching around every thrust as if she’d been waiting for this sin all along.
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 19): The Public DisplayThe tender moment in his bed didn't last. It was a fragile truce in a war that was constantly raging. He stiffened, his body becoming a hard, unyielding mass of muscle and bone. He pulled away from her, his face a cold, unreadable mask.“Get up,” he commanded, his voice flat, devoid of any emotion. “Get dressed. We’re going out.”She did as he asked, her body aching, her mind a chaotic mess. He had laid out a new outfit for her on the bed. It was a short, black leather dress, a second skin that was both elegant and incredibly provocative. There were no panties.He took her to a high-end restaurant, a place of hushed tones and clinking glasses. They were seated at a secluded table in the back, a private oasis in a sea of noise and conversation. He was a perfect gentleman, charming and attentive, pulling out her chair, ordering for her, engaging her in sparkling conversation. But under the table, his hand was on her thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin, a constant, posses
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 18): The Morning After the StormEmma woke up slowly. It was a pleasant ache, a physical memory of the night before. She was in his bed, the sheets a tangled mess around them. He was still asleep, his breathing a low, steady rhythm beside her. She turned her head to look at him, her heart a strange, complicated mix of fear and affection. In sleep, his face was softer, the harsh lines of his mouth relaxed, the coldness in his eyes replaced by a look of peaceful vulnerability. He looked… human. And that was more terrifying than anything.She slipped out of bed, her movements slow and careful, not wanting to wake him. She grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on, the scent of him a mix of expensive cologne, whiskey, and sex comforting, intoxicating cloud around her. She walked to the large, floor-to-ceiling window, the city just beginning to stir under a pale, pre-dawn sky. She felt like a goddess in his fortress, a queen surveying her kingdom, a feeling that was both exhilarating and deeply unsettling.She heard
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 17): The Ride Home and The PunishmentThe ride home in his car was a descent into a special kind of hell. She could still feel the cool metal of the balcony railing against her skin, the memory of his brutal, public possession a fresh, thrilling scar on her soul.He didn’t speak. He just drove, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white. He was a coiled spring of dark energy, and she knew, with a sickening certainty, that she was about to be the target of its release.They pulled into the underground garage of his building, the concrete walls echoing with the sound of the engine. He killed the engine, and the sudden silence was deafening.“Get out,” he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl.She did, her body trembling, her legs weak. He led her to the elevator, his hand on the small of her back, a firm, possessive grip. The elevator ride up to his penthouse was a slow, agonizing ascent. He stood behind her, his body pressed against hers, his heat a palpable force. She could feel his hard cock pressing
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 16): The Gala and The BalconyThe week leading up to the annual company gala was a masterclass in psychological warfare.Mr. Carter was relentless. He didn’t just want her body; he wanted her mind, her soul, her complete and utter capitulation. The email with the address of the most exclusive dress shop in the city was the first shot. It was an order, not a suggestion.Be there at 10 AM on Saturday. The full amount is already taken care of.She went, of course. The shop was a hushed, reverential space, a temple of high fashion. A snooty saleswoman, with a face like a carved pumpkin and a neck so long it looked painful, greeted her with a look of thinly veiled contempt.“Mr. Carter has selected a few pieces for you,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension.She led Emma to a private dressing room, where a single dress was hanging. It was the crimson silk dress from her fantasy, but it was even more stunning in person. It was a masterpiece of seduction, a weapon of mass destruction.“Try it on,” the saleswom
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 15): The HusbandThe scent of Mark’s coffee,the familiar clutter of their shared life it all felt like a foreign country, a place she no longer belonged. She was a ghost in her own home, a spy in her own marriage.Mark was a blur of cheerful domesticity. He asked about her “retreat,” his eyes bright with genuine interest, and she fed him a stream of well-rehearsed lies, each one a small, sharp stab of guilt. He told her about his weekend, a boring tale of grocery shopping and a football game with his friends, and she nodded and smiled, her mind a million miles away, in a cold, sterile mansion, on her knees, on a stepladder, in a bed that wasn’t hers.That night, he tried to touch her. They were in bed, the lights off, the city lights casting a soft glow through the window. He rolled over, his hand sliding onto her hip, his touch warm, familiar, and utterly repulsive.“I missed you,” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and desire.Emma’s entire body went rigid. A cold, sickening dread washed over
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Chapter: The CEO’s Office Slút (Part 14): The Morning After the Night BeforeEmma woke up slowly, a strange, unfamiliar warmth seeping into her bones. For the first time in weeks, she wasn’t on the floor. She was in a bed. His bed. And she wasn’t alone. An arm was draped heavily over her waist, a muscular leg was tangled with hers, and a warm, solid body was pressed against her back. For a fleeting, blissful second, she allowed herself to pretend it was Mark, that she was safe in her own bed, that the last few months had been a terrible, twisted nightmare.But then the scent hit her. Not the familiar, comforting scent of her husband’s soap, but the dark, spicy, undeniably masculine scent of Mr. Carter. Her eyes flew open, and the illusion shattered. She was in his bed. He had held her. He had been… tender. And that was more terrifying than any punishment he had ever given her.She carefully, painstakingly, began to extricate herself from his embrace, moving inch by inch, holding her breath. She was almost free when his arm tightened, pulling her back against h
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Chapter: Fae Prince's Fuck Toy 3The feast was a vision of ethereal decadence. And Elara was naked, save for the living collar.She walked behind Lysander’s throne, a silver pitcher in her hand. Her skin felt flushed and over-sensitive, the marks from his lesson—the faint bruises on her hips, the red lines from the thorny flower—clearly visible. She was an exhibit. A testament to his power and his possession.She filled his goblet, her hand trembling. A few drops of the golden wine splashed onto the floor.A collective gasp went through the courtiers. “Clumsy pet,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “You will be punished for that later.”It was then that she felt a new gaze, colder, sharper. She risked a glance and saw her. The woman was as beautiful as the Summer Fae, but her beauty was harsh. Her hair was as black as a starless night, her skin as white as snow, and her eyes were the color of frozen steel. She was from the Unseelie Court. The Winter Court.Their eyes met. The Winter Fae’s lips curved into a slow,
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Chapter: Fae Prince's Fuck Toy 2Elara’s blood ran cold. Every instinct screamed at her to fight, but the pulsing collar and the raw power radiating from him held her in place.“Kneel,” he commanded, his voice flat.Her legs felt like lead, but she sank to her knees on the soft moss, her eyes cast down.“Better.” He circled her, his gaze a physical touch. “You have an untamed quality. It will be amusing to break.”He stopped in front of her and loosened his robe. It fell open, revealing his cock, hard, thick, and jutting out from a nest of golden hair. He was perfect, intimidating, and terrifyingly aroused.“You know what to do,” he said.Tears of humiliation pricked her eyes, but she leaned forward, her hands trembling, and took him in her hand. He was hard as steel, but his skin was impossibly soft and hot to the touch.A sharp, stinging slap on her ass made her yelp. “I did not tell you to admire it, pet. I told you to suck it,” his voice was laced with ice.Shame and a dark, unwanted heat flooded her. She leaned
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Chapter: Fae Prince's Fuck ToyThe old forest had a rhythm, a heartbeat Elara had learned to read. But today, a new pulse thrummed beneath the usual rustle of leaves—a sweet, intoxicating scent of honey, night-blooming jasmine, and raw, untamed magic. It was a lure, and she, a fool, followed it.The world shifted. The trees grew impossibly large, their bark shimmering. The moss glowed. She had stumbled into a place not meant for mortal eyes. And in the center of a clearing, bathed in twilight, was a revel. The Fae.They were dancers of impossible grace, their laughter like chimes. But it was the man on the throne of living branches who stole her breath, her sanity, her freedom. His hair was spun gold, his eyes a piercing, luminous green. He wore a crown of glowing emeralds and a deep green velvet tunic that fell open, revealing a chest and abdomen carved from pale, perfect marble.His eyes found hers. The revel stopped. Every glowing, beautiful face turned to her.A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. He
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Chapter: How Naughty Can One Billionaire Make Me? 15Clara woke up the next morning, her body a canvas of pain. The welts from the cane were angry red lines across her ass, a throbbing reminder of her punishment. Every movement was agony. But there was something else, too. A strange sense of clarity. The worst had happened. She had been punished, humiliated, used. And she had survived.She followed the routine, her movements stiff and sore. She exercised, she ate the meager meal, she knelt for her nightly inspection. But something had shifted inside her. The fear was still there, a constant hum beneath her skin, but it was no longer all-consuming. It was joined by something else. A dark, steely resolve. She was not just a victim. She was a participant in this twisted game. And she was starting to learn the rules.That evening, after her inspection, as she was about to retreat to her room, Damien’s voice stopped her. “Wait.”She froze, her heart pounding. He was standing by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked… differ
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Chapter: How Naughty Can One Billionaire Make Me? 14The ride back to the penthouse was thick with unspoken tension. Clara could feel Damien’s eyes on her, but he didn't speak. He was stewing, his anger a slow, simmering pot. The interaction with Seraphina had clearly unsettled him.Back in the penthouse, he finally broke the silence. “What did she say to you?” he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.“Nothing, Sir,” Clara lied, her heart pounding. “She just… she looked at me.”He grabbed her chin, his grip tight. “Do not lie to me, Clara. I can always tell when you’re lying. Her poison has a way of seeping in. Now, tell me. What. Did. She. Say?”Tears welled in her eyes. She was trapped. If she told the truth, he would be angry. If she lied, and he found out, the punishment would be worse. She chose the lesser of two evils.“She said… she said you had an eye for beautiful, broken things,” she whispered, her voice trembling.His eyes darkened. “And what else?”“She told me to be careful,” Clara said, her voice barely audible. “That every
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Chapter: How Naughty Can One Billionaire Make Me? 13A week passed in a blur of rules, inspections, and journal entries. Clara fell into a routine, a strange, twisted rhythm of submission. She exercised, she ate the bland, healthy meals prepared for her, she knelt for her nightly inspection, and she poured her soul into the journal. Damien never commented on her entries, but she knew he was reading them. His eyes would sometimes hold a flicker of something unreadable when he looked at her, a sign that her words had reached him.One evening, he came to her room. He was holding a garment bag.“We are going to a party,” he said, his voice flat. “You will be my guest. But you will also be a part of the entertainment. You will wear this.”He unzipped the bag. Inside was a dress, but it wasn't a dress. It was a collection of black leather straps. There was a collar, a strap that went down between her breasts, a tiny piece of leather that would barely cover her sex, and straps that would wrap around her thighs and attach to stockings. It was l
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