Prologue Report: Harriet Danes Upper Sixth Form Kunt College July 2049 Dear Mr & Mrs Danes, Harriet has had a very successful first year in Sixth Form. Her marks so far in her chosen ‘A’-Levels – English Literature, French and Fucking – have been very impressive. But quite apart from her academic success, she has proved herself to be a fine example of a New Enlightenment young lady, liberally fucking many of her student c...

It all started with a late registration to a work conference. The hotel hosting my conference was completely booked by the time I registered, forcing me to frantically search for another nearby hotel. As fortune would have it, there was one just a block away that had an opening, so I jumped on it and made the reservation. Little did I know how that reservation would have a lasting effect on me. The time came for my confer...

He answered his phone before the second ring. He recognized the number from the day before and made a mental note to add it to his contacts. "Hello..." Why so breathless? Couldn't he muster a modicum of self-control? "Frankie," Della began, her voice brusque, as if she were the only one with things to do that day. He was at work, for chrissake! And he hated the name she had started using that morning. "Go to HR now. Get a...

It was a gloomy day in Manhattan. The seasons were shifting, and the city was bracing for nonstop drizzles and cold gusts of wind. Streets shimmered under a wet gray sky, people rushed past with umbrellas, and the air smelled like wet concrete and coffee. As for me—I’m in my mid-20s, and have been in the U.S. for a while now. Pale brown skin, moderately fit thanks to on-and-off workouts, and taller than most from where I...

We're a week into our month long anniversary trip to Barbados, and most of our journey has been spent with Jamal pushing my limits as his submissive in public. Right now, Jamal has me bent over the balcony railing of our beachfront suite, my sundress hiked up around my waist as he grips my hips roughly. The ocean breeze kisses my exposed skin while his thick length drives into me relentlessly. "Anyone could see us," I gas...

“So, ready for the big day, Richards?” By the way Ingrid Jones —the husky female security guard— looked at him that morning, Danny felt as if he was already naked. Danny Richards, 23 years old and junior analyst in Osiris technologies, had been fearing that day since the very moment his named appeared on the dreaded list, by the end of the previous month. As it was pretty well known by every single member of the company —...

Blindfolded, I lay in bed with my arms secured above. Ropes tighten and bite around my wrist. No words are spoken; no words are needed. Softly you kiss me and nibble my neck. I moan as you silence me with a gag; I'll need it before the night is through. Rampant lust courses through my veins, setting my once innocent soul ablaze. My worthless blouse is torn apart. Then you lick my nipples and claim me as yours. Finally, I'...

Chapter One Clara Longley tucked a stray strand of brown hair behind her ear as she surveyed the chaos of her office. The beginning of the fall semester at Georgia State University always brought a particular kind of frenetic energy that exhausted and invigorated her. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the dusty blinds, casting golden rectangles across stacks of feminist journals, dog-eared books, and student papers wait...

As if you were Aphrodite herself, you had stood in nothing but your lingerie, tantalising lace hugging your porcelain curves. Then with a kiss that bore a hint of divinity, you wrapped red satin around my eyes and bound my hands with crimson rope. My heart raced as the rope pinched my skin and drew my forearms together as if in devoted prayer. You made it tight, far tighter than last time when I wiggled free. Blindfolded...

I pulled the ropes tight to secure my prey to her dinner table and smiled at her eyes of fury. How many times had the roles been reversed when I was helplessly bound at her mercy? How many times had she corrected my poor behaviour and left me horny, planning my next mischief? But not tonight; no, because tonight I was in charge, and she was my toy. She muttered something from behind her gag, a curse no doubt, though no on...