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Altitude Fever

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last update publish date: 2026-06-23 03:51:45

Elena adjusted her skirt as she climbed the stairs into the Gulfstream, the jet’s engines already whining softly on the tarmac. She hated these trips. Corporate fixer meant she spent half her life cleaning up other people’s messes, and this one smelled like trouble from the start. Damien Cross didn’t do normal meetings. He did this—private jet, last-minute summons, vague agenda about “synergies” between his latest tech acquisition and her client’s crumbling defense contract.

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    When Marcus could slip away from job sites, latet his place where they barely talked before falling into each other. The sex had turned almost feral. Thursday night he fucked her against the shower wall until she screamed, water pounding down on them, her nails raking red lines down his back. Friday morning she woke him with her mouth, sucking him slow and deep until he was gripping the sheets and cursing. But the hunger was winning. She looked like shit in the mirror now. Eyes too bright, skin too pale. The energy she stole from strangers wasn’t sticking. It burned off too fast, leaving her shaky and hollow. Marcus noticed. Of course he did. He started bringing her food, making sure she ate, asking if she was getting sick. “You’re running yourself ragged,” he said Saturday afternoon. They were at his place again, sprawled on the couch watching a baseball game neither cared about. His fingers traced slow circles on her arm. “Take a break. Stay here this week. I’ll take care of y

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Chapter 6

    Sarah stood at the window watching the rain streak down the glass. It had been pouring all day, the kind of gray weather that made the apartment feel smaller and warmer at the same time. Damien’s arms were wrapped around her from behind, his big hands resting low on her stomach. His chin rested on her shoulder, breath warm against her neck. Six weeks. That’s how long it had been since he stepped out of the shadows and changed everything. She didn’t fight it anymore. She wasn’t even sure she wanted to. “You’ve been quiet all day,” he said, his hands sliding under the hem of her shirt, palms rough against her skin. “Just thinking.” “About leaving me?” The question came out soft, but there was a sharp edge underneath it. She turned around in his arms so she could look at him. “No. About how fucked up this whole thing is. And how I don’t want it to stop.” His eyes went dark in that way that always made her stomach flip. He walked her backward until her ass bumped into the kitchen

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Chapter 5

    Sarah’s hands shook as she deleted Jenna’s latest text. *Call me. Seriously worried about you.* She hadn’t answered in two days. Damien had been keeping her busy, literally. Every time she reached for her phone he’d find a way to distract her. Mouth between her legs. Cock buried deep. Fingers wrapped around her throat just tight enough to make her head spin. She was starting to feel like a prisoner who didn’t want to leave. He came out of the bathroom, towel around his waist, water still dripping down his chest. “You good?” “Yeah,” she lied. He didn’t buy it. Crossed the room and pulled her into his lap on the couch. “Talk to me.” She hesitated. “This is moving really fast. I haven’t seen my friends. I barely leave the apartment except for work. And you’re always… here.” “I’m here because I want to be with you.” His hand slid up her thigh under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing. “You want space?” The question felt like a test. She shrugged. “I don’t know.” His fingers bru

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Chapter 4

    Sarah stood in the shower the next morning letting the hot water beat on her shoulders. Bruises were starting to show up on her hips where Damien had gripped her too hard last night. Her wrists still had faint red lines from the belt. She touched one and felt a fresh pulse between her legs. Sick. That’s what she was. Getting turned on by the evidence of how rough he was with her. The bathroom door opened. He stepped in behind her without asking, hands sliding around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His cock was already hard, pressing against her ass. “Couldn’t wait?” she asked, voice hoarse. “Nope.” He bit her shoulder lightly. “Turn around.” She did. He lifted her up against the tile wall like it was nothing and slid into her in one smooth thrust. The stretch made her moan. He fucked her steady and deep, water pouring over both of them, eyes locked on hers the whole time. “Look at me when I’m inside you,” he said. She couldn’t look away even if she wanted

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Chapter 3

    Sarah woke up alone the next morning. The spot beside her was still warm, but Damien was gone. She sat up fast, heart pounding. Part of her hoped he’d finally left. The bigger part felt a weird twist of disappointment. Then she smelled coffee. He was in the kitchen wearing only sweatpants, scrolling through his phone like he lived there. When she walked in he looked up and smiled, that same small, dangerous smile. “Morning. Made you breakfast.” She pulled his hoodie tighter around herself. “You can’t just keep staying here.” “I can.” He set a plate in front of her—toast, bacon, eggs again. “Eat.” She sat down because her legs still felt shaky from yesterday. Every time she moved she felt the soreness between her thighs. A reminder. He watched her take the first bite, satisfied. “I have to go to work today,” she said. “For real this time. Bills don’t pay themselves.” Damien nodded like he’d expected that. “I’ll walk you there. Wait for you after.” “No. That’s too

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    Sarah woke up with a heavy arm draped over her waist. Damien’s body was pressed against her back, warm and solid, his breathing slow and even. For a second she thought it was a dream—until she felt the ache between her legs and the dried mess on her thighs. Last night crashed back in. The bat. The kiss. The way he’d fucked her over the couch like he’d been waiting years for it. She tried to slip out from under his arm. His grip tightened instantly. “Going somewhere?” His voice was rough with sleep, lips brushing the back of her neck. “Bathroom,” she muttered. He let her go but watched her the whole way across the room. Naked. No shame at all. She felt his eyes on her ass until she closed the door. In the bathroom she splashed water on her face and stared at herself in the mirror. Cheeks flushed, a couple faint marks on her neck from his mouth. She should be freaking out. Calling the cops. Changing the locks. Instead her body was already humming again, low and needy. What the fuc

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  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Starving III: Sham of a Marriage

    The front door slammed behind us with a sound that echoed through the empty house. The kids were gone for the night — thank God for that small mercies. Damien didn’t even give me time to breathe.“Take that coat off,” he ordered, voice flat and cold with a face of disgust.I stood there in the mid

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    Damien yanked his cock out of my mouth with a loud pop. Spit dripped down my chin onto my tits as I stayed there on my knees, blinking up at him, still tasting him on my tongue.“What the fuck, Linda?” he hissed, staring at his phone, his eyes already darkened. My pussy was still throbbing, juices

  • Pure Pleasures (A Collection of short Stories)   Starving - Pilot

    My fingers were buried deep inside my dripping pussy, and I was moaning like a whore into the empty bedroom.“Fuck, Damien… right there, baby,” I gasped, my voice already hoarse from moaning so much. I had two fingers pumping hard into my soaked hole while my thumb rubbed furious circles on my swol

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