INICIAR SESIÓNThe morning sun hit the peeling paint of the bus stop bench, but I couldn’t care less about the view because my focus was on the crumpled flyer in my hands and the sheer desperation clawing at my throat. I needed this job more than I needed my next breath, especially since my landlord had already made it clear that if the rent wasn’t paid by Friday, my bags would be on the sidewalk, which meant I had to play my cards exactly right this time.As the bus finally sputtered to a halt in front of the massive, imposing iron gates of the Harrison estate, my stomach did a nervous flip, and I took a deep breath to steady my shaking hands before smoothing down my only decent skirt and stepping off into the pristine, manicured world of the wealthy. The walk up the winding gravel driveway felt like an eternity as each step echoed loudly in the quiet suburban air, and by the time I reached the massive mahogany front door, my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I pressed the
I tried to focus on the tasks and went through the process of the practical exam, trying to measure the solution correctly. I picked up the beaker, but my hands were clumsy, my eyes continuously darting to his reflection in the glass. I noticed Xavier looking at me. He wasn't even pretending to care about the assignment; instead, he openly stared at my butt before his eyes slowly drifted up to the slightly opened button at my chest.A sudden, sharp thrill coursed through my veins, shifting the mood inside me, as my breath hitched. My mind screamed at me that this was dangerous, but a deeper, weaker part of me only cared about how incredibly hot Xavier was. I knew it, and worse, he knew it too. For a split second, the cold laboratory disappeared, and I imagined him touching me right there on the counter. I tried to shake my head hard to get the thoughts out, gripping the edge of the table to ground myself. No, I told myself, I have to pass this practical exam.Suddenly, Xavier's hand
The glowing screen of my phone lit up the dark corner of my hostel room at exactly 5:00 PM. I crawled across the mattress to reach it, but my breath caught in my throat when I saw a message from an unknown number.“Make sure you wear something that shows off those curves tonight, Sharon, and don't even think about being late because every single minute you keep me waiting has a very specific price you'll have to pay at the back of the lab.” — Xavier Vance.My fingers froze against the cool glass as a sudden, violent heat rushed from my stomach straight to my cheeks, and the words felt entirely too loud in the quiet room. I sat up straight and stared at the text over and over again. My mind raced with confusion as to how he got my private line, and the sheer arrogance of the text made my blood boil with intense anger, but it also caused a strange, nervous flutter that I hated myself for feeling.I threw the phone face down onto the blanket and walked over to my desk to grab my chemistr
"The laboratory guidelines are already posted," Mr. Harrison announced.His dry voice cut through the humid afternoon air as he gathered his lecture notes into a neat stack and added, "The final pairing list for tomorrow evening's practical exam is now on the board outside, so you are all expected to check your assigned partners before leaving the campus today."The university lecture hall erupted into chaos. Chairs scraped loudly against the floor and backpacks zipped shut while everyone scrambled to see the list first.My heart hammered against my ribs as I shoved my notebook into my bag and threw myself into the crowded hallway, my sneakers squeaking against the polished floor tiles while I squeezed past whispering students to reach the bulletin board.My fingers trembled as I wiped the sweat from my palms onto my jeans, and my eyes raced down the long white paper, scanning past the A's and the B's until they locked onto the letter S, where the names stared back at me in bold blac
4: Fucked relentlessly.Lucas’s control finally snapped.The vibrator was still buzzing inside me, my fingers rubbing my clit as I moaned his name. His green eyes were dark with lust, his breathing ragged as he stood over me, my hands clenched at his sides.“Fuck it,” he growled, reaching down and pulling the vibrator out of me with a wet pop. He tossed it aside and replaced it with two thick fingers, thrusting them deep inside my soaked pussy. I cried out, my back arching as he curled them against my G-spot, pumping them fast and hard.“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his fingers plunging in and out of me with filthy, wet sounds. “This tight little cunt has been teasing me for days.”I moaned loudly, my hips rolling to meet his thrusts. “Yes… fuck me with your fingers, Lucas. Harder!”He added a third finger, stretching me wider as he fucked me relentlessly. His thumb rubbed my clit in fast circles, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I came hard, screaming his nam
3: Finishing the bed Lucas returned two days later, just as he had promised. I had been waiting for him, my heart beating a little faster every time I heard a car pull up outside. When the doorbell rang, I took a deep breath and opened the door. He stood there in the same gray t-shirt and jeans, tool bag slung over his shoulder, looking every bit as handsome and capable as before. His green eyes met mine immediately, and I saw the flicker of heat in them..the memory of our last encounter still fresh. “Sarah,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “I’m here to finish the bed. Shouldn’t take long.” I smiled, stepping aside to let him in. “Good. I’ve been thinking about you since you left.” He didn’t reply, but I saw his jaw tighten as he walked past me toward the bedroom. I followed, my thin white tank top and short black skirt swaying with each step. I had chosen this outfit deliberately…no bra, no panties. The tank top clung to my breasts, my nipples already hardening aga
The afternoon was long and silent. Owen had taken the kids to the park before heading to his stall, and for the first time in twenty-four hours, the house felt empty. But it wasn't. Ford was still behind that guest room door. I tried to keep busy. I scrubbed the kitchen counters until they shone.
The wood of the table was cold and hard against my back, a sharp contrast to the furnace of his body as he loomed over me. He didn't give me a moment to breathe. He grabbed my ankles and shoved them back toward my ears, folding me in half until my spine felt like it would snap and my pussy was tilt
I pulled back, my chest heaving. I looked at the metal cuffs cutting into his wrists, then at the raw power in his eyes. My "slutty side" wasn't just whispering now; it was screaming. My core was already throbbing again, reaching for the heat of him. "You better not run," I whispered, my voice thi
The months that followed the three-day session were a storm that cleared the air. Months later, my parents were now divorced. My mother was the one who finally asked for the divorce. Vaughan felt guilty at first; he thought he was the monster who broke the family. That was until I showed him the v







