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Chapter 189: THE STAKES II

Penulis: Ellen Edgar
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-03 02:07:35

I looked at his profile in the dashboard light—the clean line of his nose, the set of his mouth, the faint silver at his temple.

“The terms are acceptable.”

He glanced at me once, then back at the road. “You’re already wet. I can see it in the way you’re sitting. You’ve been wet since the third hand.”

The accuracy of the observation made my face heat. Denial would have been pointless and he would have known it for a lie.

“Yes,” I said.

He gave a small nod, as if I had simply confirmed the weath
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    The last time, near dawn, was slower.He sat against the headboard and pulled me into his lap so I straddled him. He let me move, but only within the limits he set with his hands on my hips. When I tried to go faster he stopped me completely. When I tried to grind for my own pleasure he held me still until I settled back into the deeper, slower rhythm he wanted. The control was quieter now, almost gentle on the surface, but no less absolute underneath.I came once like that, forehead against his, breathing his air, my hands braced on his shoulders. He waited until I had stopped shaking before he began to thrust up into me in short, hard strokes that forced a second climax out of me almost immediately. He finished deep inside me for the final time, holding me locked against him while he pulsed, one hand splayed across my lower back as if to keep every drop where he wanted it.When it was over he lifted me off him and laid me down on the wrecked sheets. Cum slid out of me in a slow, hea

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    He fucked me with the same controlled precision he had used at the card table—long strokes, exact depth, no wasted motion. When I tried to lift my hips to meet him he pinned them down with one hand. When my hands left the mattress above my head he stopped completely until I returned them. The denial was worse than roughness would have been. It left me open and aching and entirely at the mercy of the pace he chose.“You lost,” he said, voice low and steady above me. “You sat there and bled chips and still couldn’t make yourself walk away. This is what that decision costs. You take what I give you for the rest of the night. Nothing more. Nothing less.”He shifted the angle of his hips and the next thrust dragged over the place inside me that made my vision spark white at the edges. I cried out. He did it again. And again. The wet sound of him moving inside me filled the quiet loft, obscene and rhythmic. My thighs trembled. The need to come became a physical pressure that bordered on pai

  • Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection   Chapter 189: THE STAKES II

    I looked at his profile in the dashboard light—the clean line of his nose, the set of his mouth, the faint silver at his temple.“The terms are acceptable.”He glanced at me once, then back at the road. “You’re already wet. I can see it in the way you’re sitting. You’ve been wet since the third hand.”The accuracy of the observation made my face heat. Denial would have been pointless and he would have known it for a lie.“Yes,” I said.He gave a small nod, as if I had simply confirmed the weather, and continued driving.We left the central city and climbed into a quieter district of older brick buildings and tree-lined streets that shone black under the rain. He turned into an underground garage beneath a converted warehouse, parked, and shut off the engine. The sudden absence of the wipers made the rain sound louder on the concrete outside.He got out first. I followed.The elevator required a key. The corridor on the top floor was silent and wide, lit by low recessed lights. His doo

  • Wet Dreams: The Ultimate Steamy Short Stories Collection   Chapter 188: THE STAKES

    I should have left after the second hand.The private room above the club smelled of cigars, expensive whiskey, old leather, and the particular low-grade electricity that settles when people play with money they can afford to lose but still hate the feeling of losing. Heavy curtains blocked the street. A single long table sat under a green-shaded lamp that threw a pool of light across green felt and left the rest of the room in deliberate shadow. Six players. I was the only woman.I had been invited by a client who thought it would be amusing to watch me bleed chips in a room full of men who underestimated me. I stayed because pride is a terrible advisor and because the man directly across from me had not looked away once since I took my seat.His name was Voss. No first name offered. Early forties. Dark hair silvering cleanly at the temples. A face built for withholding approval. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled once, a watch that looked older than most of the players, a

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    I obeyed. The sheets were cool. He climbed over me, settled between my thighs, and ran the head of his cock through my wetness once, twice, coating himself. Then he pushed in with one slow, relentless stroke that forced the air out of my lungs.The stretch was intense. I felt every inch. When he bottomed out he stayed there, deep, letting me feel how full I was, before he started to move.He fucked me like he had all the time in the world and no intention of being gentle. Long, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside me. When I tried to meet his hips he pinned them down with one hand and kept the rhythm he wanted. The other hand braced beside my head. He watched my face the entire time.“This cunt is mine for the night,” he said, voice low and rough. “You don’t come until I say. You don’t close your eyes. You take what I give you and you look at me while you do it.”I nodded, past words.He sh

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    He turned his head and looked at me fully. The firelight caught the grey of his eyes and made them look almost silver.“About whether you’re going to sell this place out from under me. About the fact that you’ve been wet for three days and haven’t done a damn thing about it except touch yourself in the attic when you thought I couldn’t hear the floorboards.”The words landed like a hand between my legs. My face went hot. My cunt clenched so hard I had to press my thighs together.I should have denied it. Instead I heard myself say, “You listened.”“I live here. I hear everything.”He didn’t move closer. He just watched me, waiting to see what I would do with the truth now that it was in the open between us.I set my glass down carefully. My hands were not steady.“What happens if I don’t sell?”“Then we keep sharing the house until one of

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    Then his mouth was on my breast and I stopped thinking entirely.His tongue swirled around my hard nipple before he sucked it deep into his hot mouth, sucking hard and greedy.I cried out, back arching sharply as pleasure shot straight to my clit.He groaned against my tit, the vibration making my

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