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The Routine Check-Up

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last update publish date: 2026-06-10 23:52:10

Sophie Laurent sat nervously in the elegant waiting room of Crowe Private Clinic, her fingers twisting the strap of her worn purse. The space felt more like a luxury hotel lobby than a medical facility, with soft cream leather chairs, original abstract paintings on the walls, and the faint scent of expensive disinfectant mixed with fresh flowers. Soft classical piano music played from hidden speakers. This was the kind of place only the wealthy could afford, and Sophie had saved for months ju
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  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Claimed on the First Night3

    The morning after the party, Diego didn’t even let her shower. He fucked her quick and rough while she was still sticky with dried cum, then threw her into the back of a truck. Two hours of bumpy dirt roads later, they arrived at the jungle compound. It was smaller than the main house but way more isolated, concrete buildings surrounded by thick trees, high fences, and armed guards. This was where they broke people. Diego dragged her out by the leash. Sofia’s legs were still shaky. Her ass burned from the spanking and the rough fucking in the car. She kept her eyes down as he pulled her into one of the back buildings. “New pet,” he told the two guards inside. “She needs proper training. Keep her alive.” They locked her in a small room with nothing but a thin mattress on the floor and more chains. Diego left her there for hours. When he came back, he had a duffel bag. “Strip.” She did it faster this time. The collar stayed on. He started simple. Made her crawl around the room

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Claimed on the First Night2

    The next two days were hell. Diego fucked her like a machine that never got tired. Morning wood turned into rough doggy-style while she was still half-asleep. Afternoons he’d chain her to the rings in the wall and whip her ass with his belt until she begged, then make her ride him until her thighs shook. Nights were the worst, he’d take her ass again and again, stretching her until she sobbed into the pillow, only to finish by stuffing her mouth full of cum. By the evening of the third day, Sofia could barely walk straight. Her pussy was puffy and sore, her asshole burned with every movement, and the thick leather collar around her neck was a constant reminder of what she was now. Diego walked in smelling like gunpowder and sweat. He tossed a cheap bundle of clothes onto the bed. “Dress. We’re going to a party.” She picked up the scraps. A black pleated skirt so short it would show the bottom of her ass if she bent even a little. A sheer red crop top that was basically see-through

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Claimed on the First Night

    Sofia’s head was still ringing from the sack they’d thrown over it when the van finally stopped. Her wrists burned from the zip ties cutting into her skin. She’d screamed herself raw in the back, kicking at the metal walls until her bare feet were bruised. It didn’t matter. Her boyfriend, that stupid fuck, had thought he could skim a couple kilos from the Vargas cartel and get away with it. Now she was the one paying. The door slid open and rough hands yanked her out into the humid night air. She caught a glimpse of jungle trees and concrete buildings before they dragged her inside a big house that smelled like cigar smoke and gun oil. The men didn’t speak much. One of them, a short guy with a scar across his cheek, shoved her down a hallway and into a large bedroom. “Boss’ll be here soon,” he grunted, then locked the door behind him. Sofia scrambled to her feet, heart hammering. The room was nicer than she expected, had big wooden bed, heavy furniture, a ceiling fan spinning

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Cabin in the Woods

    Harper’s boots sank into the mud with every step, the trail turning into a sloppy mess after three days of rain. She’d come out here to clear her head, get away from the city noise and her asshole ex blowing up her phone. The pack felt heavier than it should on her shoulders, but the quiet was worth it. Or it was, until the woods went too quiet. She heard the twig snap behind her a second too late. A heavy arm hooked around her waist and a big, rough hand slapped over her mouth. She dropped her walking stick and tried to scream, thrashing hard, elbow jamming back into solid muscle. The guy grunted but didn’t let go. He smelled like pine and woodsmoke and sweat. “Easy, girl,” he muttered low against her ear, voice gravelly. “You’re done hiking for a while.” She bit his hand. He cursed and spun her around, shoving a cloth over her face that smelled sweet and chemical. Everything went fuzzy fast. When she came to, her wrists were tied in front of her with rope that wasn’t to

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Art & Exposure

    Isabella pushed open the door to the private studio at the back of the arts building, the one professors used when they didn’t want anybody barging in. It was almost midnight. The rest of the campus had gone dark and quiet except for a couple of security lights outside. She’d gotten the text from Professor Voss two hours ago: *Critique on your figure series. Tonight. Bring the new pieces.* Rafaels was already there, sleeves rolled up on his black button-down, paint stains on his jeans like he’d been working on something personal. Mid-thirties, intense dark eyes, messy hair that always looked like he’d run his hands through it too many times. He had this way of looking at your work, and at you, that made it feel like he was peeling back layers whether you wanted him to or not. “You’re late,” he said, not looking up from the canvas he was studying under the track lights. “Had to finish the last sketch.” Isabella set her portfolio down and started pulling out the big charcoal d

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Ethics & Entanglement

    Claire’s wipers were doing shit-all against the sleet coming down sideways as she pulled up to the address Professor Sawyer had texted her. His house sat back from the road, lights glowing warm in the windows like it was trying to pretend everything was normal. She killed the engine and sat there a second, gripping the steering wheel. Emergency tutorial on her ethics paper at his place. At 9:30 at night. This was already a bad idea, but her grade was tanking and the deadline was breathing down her neck. She grabbed her bag and dashed up the porch steps. Reid Sawyer opened the door before she could knock. Tall, broad in a gray sweater and jeans, sleeves pushed up like always. The scar on his forearm caught the porch light. He looked tired but still wired(as usual) “Get in before you drown,” he said, stepping aside. His voice had that low rumble that always made the lecture hall go quiet. Inside smelled like woodsmoke and coffee. Books everywhere;shelves lining the walls, stacks

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Revenge is best served cold

    The bottle was almost empty by the time I parked crookedly in front of my aunt and uncle’s house. It was past 2:30 a.m. I made sure I came this time. My eyes were swollen from crying, mascara streaked down my cheeks I got out the car My wedding ring felt like it was burning a hole in my finger

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Caught

    (Emma's POV) I pulled into the driveway a little after eleven, the Uber dropping me off early because the training session had wrapped up sooner than expected. I was exhausted but excited, I couldn’t wait to surprise Ethan. Four days away felt like forever, especially so soon after the wedding. I

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Silent Nights with My Cousin’s Husband: Soaked

    Ethan’s hands were shaking as he shoved my shorts and panties down my thighs in one rough motion. I kicked them off the rest of the way, and my soaked pussy now completely bare and dripping onto the couch cushion. He looked down at me like he was starving to just sink in. “Fuck, Lila… you’re so

  • Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)   Silent Nights with My Cousin’s Husband: Crossing the Line

    I didn’t pull my hands away. Instead, I let my palms glide slower, deeper and firmer, pressing into the thick muscle of his shoulders with deliberate, sensual strokes. My thumbs traced the line of his trapezius, then dipped lower along his spine, feeling every ridge and knot melt under my touch.

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