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About That Night
Romance I took the pen he was writing with from his hands and forced him too look up at me. He’s eyes automatically gravitating to my revealing chest. Perv!
I leaned down about to take his lips in mine when suddenly his office doors burst open, and I jacked back.
An older lady with similar gray eyes as his, was staring at us with apologetic eyes.
“Oh my world,” she said her voice soft yet confident, “I’m deeply sorry, did I interrupt something?” She apologized but instead of leaving she stepped further into the room.
“Oh Christopher, this must be the gorgeous girl you told me about.” She said now standing on the other side of the table. “My she’s so beautiful” she gushes reaching to touch each inch of my face like I was some art piece. What the heck?
“What’s your name honey.” She said finally addressing me. I was about to open my mouth to clarify whatever it is, whoever this woman was, was thinking, but Chris beats me to it.
“Yes mom,”. He spoke, “this is Rachel, my girlfriend.” I whip my head to look at him getting my self whiplashed, but he just squeeze my thighs and gave me a daring look to keep shut.
“Oh what a beautiful name, for a beautiful girl.” She gushed again. “I must leave you two now to finish what you were up to,” she snickers. “Darling you must come to visit soon, okay?” She said and rushed back out not waiting for a reply.
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Mercy Kay For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.