I stare blankly at the wall, feeling the weight of the Admiral's arm still draped over me, his steady breathing tickling the back of my neck. The chaos of the past twenty-four hours seems distant, almost surreal as if the physical intensity had burned through the layers of confusion. I turn slightly, careful not to wake him, and glance at his face. His usual intensity is softened by sleep, and for a moment, I let myself w...

And I watched the obedience I wished to see. He instantly began sucking my fingers, swirling his tongue around and in between them. He was looking at me with thirsty and dozed eyes, which only enhanced when I swirled my tongue around his thickness. His thighs began hesitantly quivering again, trying not to disobey me, while his throat created lustrous sounds for my ears to relish. He gripped my wrist, clinging, and shoved...

Female’s P.O.V~ A carrier of dreams and slumber. The night was riding heavily upon our heads. The moon was sparkling brightly outside the window. Everyone and everything was quieter as the sun had taken a turn. Except me. It had been hours since I lay on the bed with him. He had fallen sound asleep while I was still scowling outside the window, alerted eyes. My head was speaking loudly for my eyes to find solace, making m...

The time had finally come for Pete to get another haircut. He'd been looking forward to his next appointment ever since his last meeting with his new hairdresser. She'd taken him in like her own son and had not only given him an amazing haircut, but she also gave him a well-deserved bare-bottom spanking. Excitedly, he booked his next appointment with her. He arrived at her place on time and walked up to her front door. Wi...

The door closes as he turns from the window, precum sticking to the lace panties he was left in. "She's going to come back, right?" he asks himself quietly, looking at the empty spot on the floor where his clothes last lay. A few minutes tick by—tortured by the thought of having to make it to the garage wearing only the thong of his lover, and more so by the thought of disappointing her by not following her commands—he ma...

“Oh, my, my,” he murmured, back bumping against the door and eyes closing, luscious lashes decorating his cheeks. “Oh, hell yes.” I smirked, twirling strands of his soft, silky hair around my fingers as I leaned in for a chaste kiss. “You like that, baby? You like it when I play with your hair?” He bit his lip, nodding, but it quickly became a moan when I leaned in for a proper kiss, fingers now pulling at his hair as the...

The knock on the door sounded like more than just a polite request to be invited under the tenant’s roof. Darius stood up from his kneeling cushion and laggardly schlepped himself to the door. In his half-hypnotized state, he moved as if he didn’t have enough muscles to stabilize his spine—or, rather, had more joints between hips and ankles than his mind was able to coordinate simultaneously. This was mostly due to the wo...