All Chapters of Wildest Desires: A Dark Short Story Collection : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

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UNCLE IN LAW IN MY ROOM XI

Marcus steps fully into the room, a warm, genuine smile breaking across his tired face as he sets his leather travel bag down onto the floor with care. He looks up, his eyes sweeping over the bed where I am frozen, my nails digging into the duvet from how tightly I am wrenching the silk against my bare collarbones."Hey," he says softly, his voice thick with the heavy exhaustion that’s hard to ignore. He takes a couple of steps closer to the mattress, tilting his head slightly as he looks at my wide, unblinking eyes. "Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost, Avery? Are you okay?""Huh? Nn… Nothing," I choke out, my throat so tight the word barely makes it past my lips. My heart is beating crazily like it might burst out, and it terrifies me that he will hear through the quietness of the room. "I... I just woke up. You startled me."Marcus lets out a soft, tired laugh, running a hand through his messy hair as he walks over to the side of the bed. "I’m sorry, sweetie. Honestly, if

UNCLE IN LAW IN MY ROOM XII

After the meal concludes, the family move into the grand living area. The parents retire to the patio, and Sam and Marie go to check on something in the garden, leaving Marcus and me on the long, plush sofa. Marcus sinks back into the cushions, letting out a long sigh of contentment as he wraps his arm securely around my shoulders, drawing me close against his side. His fingers reach up, casually toying with a strand of my hair, twisting it around his finger while his eyes remain glued to the television screen where a morning business program is playing. He is completely present with his work, his mind miles away even though his hand is on my body."Avery," Marcus murmurs after a few minutes, his eyes not leaving the screen as his hand drops to my shoulder. "Would you mind grabbing me a glass of water from the kitchen? My throat is completely parched from the drive.""Of course," I say, my voice sounding light and obedient as I stand up from the couch. There are no maids in sight in t

YOURS TO OBEY MASTERS I

The leather of the taxi seat sticks to the back of my thighs every time the car hits a bump. I stare out the window, watching the city lights fade into dark, thick woods. My heart is beating right in my throat. It is a mix of heavy nerves and a deep, pulsing excitement that I can feel right between my legs.I reach into my purse and touch the folded paper. The contract. The money he offered me at the club last night is insane. It is enough to change my life completely. I close my eyes and remember him, Mateo. He was tall, dressed in a sharp suit, with eyes that looked straight through me. When he touched my waist at the bar, a hard jolt went through my body. He told me he wanted me for the whole weekend. He said he wanted a girl who would just obey, who wanted to be used, who wanted to be a sex toy. My body had melted right there. I told him yes before I even read the numbers.The taxi slows down, turning onto a long, private driveway. Massive iron gates swing open automatically, and

YOURS TO OBEY MASTERS II

The cold marble of the floor bites into the soles of my bare feet, but the rest of my body is burning hot. I stand completely naked in the center of the grand foyer, stripped of my clothes, my name, and my control. I am just Toy.Mateo’s large hand stays clamped around my right breast, his heavy thumb continuing to rub and roll my tight, aching nipple. Every swipe of his rough skin makes my breath catch in a sharp, ragged gasp. Behind me, Damian’s hands are heavy on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me firmly in place so I can’t shrink away from their intense gaze. Elliot stands right in front of me, his tall, broad frame blocking out the rest of the room. He slowly takes a sip of his whiskey, his dark eyes tracking the erratic rise and fall of my chest."Look at her," Elliot rumbles, his rough voice vibrating in the quiet room. "She’s shaking.""She’s excited," Mateo says softly, his fingers squeezing my breast a little tighter, shaping the soft flesh. "Aren't you,

YOURS TO OBEY MASTERS III

My bare feet make soft, slapping sounds against the cold marble stairs as I follow them up. I am completely naked, shivering from the weight of the tension in the air. Every step I take causes the thick, slick wetness between my thighs to slide and smear against my skin. It is a heavy, burning reminder of how badly my body wants them, how desperately I am aching for a release they are holding back.Elliot leads the way, his broad back moving with a slow, powerful confidence. Mateo walks right beside me, his dark eyes occasionally dropping down to watch the heavy jiggle of my bare breasts with every step I take. Damian is behind me, his intense gaze locked onto the sway of my hips. I feel like a leashed animal being led to a cage, but the raw thrill of it is making my heart thump wildly against my ribcage.Elliot pushes open a set of massive double doors at the end of the hallway. The master bedroom is huge, dimly lit by a crackling fireplace and a few low lamps. In the center of the r

YOURS TO OBEY MASTERS IV

Elliot stands at the edge of the bed, his thick, heavy cock completely free of his trousers. It is huge, thick-veined, and already leaking a clear drop of pre-cum at the twitching tip. My eyes go wide, my mouth parting instantly as a fresh wave of thick, slick moisture floods between my thighs."Get on your hands and knees, Toy," Elliot orders, his rough voice completely tight with lust. "Face the headboard. Give me that wet ass."I scramble instantly, my palms sliding on the smooth silk sheets. I push my hands into the mattress, arching my back deeply until my bare breasts hang heavy over the bed. I push my hips up into the air, opening my legs as wide as they can go. I am completely exposed, shaking from head to toe, my dripping center glistening under the dim firelight."Look at how she offers it up," Mateo growls. He crawls onto the bed from the left side, his large hands immediately grabbing my waist, pulling my hips back so I am pressed right against Elliot’s thighs.Before I ca

YOURS TO OBEY MASTERS V

My face is pressed flat against the damp silk sheet, my breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. My entire body is trembling, muscles twitching uncontrollably from the violent orgasm that just ripped through me. I feel completely heavy, utterly used, and beautifully ruined. Elliot slides his thick cock out of my stretched core with a wet, heavy sound, leaving me completely open, white come dripping slowly from my swollen lips onto the mattress.But there is no rest for me. Before Elliot can even step off the bed, Mateo’s thick hands clamp around my hips. He jerks my body backward, forcing my bruised thighs onto my knees once more. He hoists my ass high into the air, exposing my messy, semen-covered center to the cool air of the room."Look at her," Mateo mutters, his voice thick with raw, unsatisfied lust. "She’s completely overflowing with Elliot’s come, and she’s still dripping.""Then fix that," Damian commands from the other side of the bed. He crawls over, his muscular frame loo

HONEYMOON CREAMIE PIE I

The heavy oak door of the luxury honeymoon suite clicks shut, and the sound of the iron lock turning into place echoes loudly in the quiet room. The long, exhausting wedding reception is finally over. The hundreds of guests, the bright camera flashes, and the polite smiles are all gone, replaced instantly by a thick, heavy wave of our own privacy. I stand in the center of the plush white rug, my heart hammering so loudly in my ears.My husband, Ethan, turns around slowly from the door. He unbuttons his black tuxedo jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby velvet chair, followed quickly by his silk bowtie. He loosens the top collar of his white shirt, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a raw hunger that makes my breath freeze in my throat. We are finally alone, and the safe boundaries of our dating life are completely gone. I am his wife now. I am his legal possession."Come here, wife," Ethan rumbles, his deep voice dropping into a rough, thick baritone that vibrates straight thr

HONEYMOON CREAMIE PIE II

The glowing red numbers of the digital clock on the nightstand read three AM. I wake up in the pitch blackness of the honeymoon suite, my eyelids heavy and my mind completely groggy from exhaustion. The air in the room is cool, but my body is burning hot, buried beneath the heavy silk duvet. For a second, I don't know where I am, but then a deep, aching throbbing between my thighs brings everything rushing back.Before I can even shift my weight, I feel a sudden, heavy pressure on my hip. A large, warm hand is already mapping my bare skin in the dark, the rough palm tracing the faint, sensitive bruises left from earlier.It is Ethan. He isn't asleep, and he isn't finished with me."Ethan," I whisper, my voice thick, dry, and completely raspy from my screams during the wedding night. "Please, I'm so sore. I can barely move.""You don't need to move, sweetheart," he rumbles in the dark.He doesn't answer with any more words. His large hand moves aggressively down the curve of my waist,

HONEYMOON CREAMIE PIE III

The bright morning sun spills ruthlessly across the massive king-sized bed, its warm golden light exposing every single detail of the mess we made during the night. I slowly blink my eyes open, my vision blurry and my entire body feeling incredibly heavy. The crisp white luxury sheets are no longer clean, they are completely stained, rumpled, and soaked through with dark, damp patches of our non-stop fluid. The air smells thick, sweet, and heavily masked with the unmistakable scent of my husband’s spent seed.I try to shift my weight, but a sharp, intense ache between my thighs makes me let out a soft groan. My inner walls feel totally wreaked, swollen, and incredibly tender from the non-stop drilling of the wedding night and the midnight.I look down at my bare body under the morning light. My skin is covered in faint red marks where Ethan’s large hands gripped me in the dark. Lower down, my inner thighs are a complete disaster. The thick, creamy white loads he shot deep inside me hou

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