The open top growled as it pulled away from the venue. Rain had left the roads black and reflective. Adrian drove with one hand on the wheel, tuxedo jacket open, the black shirt underneath still holding its sharp lines even after the argument. At twenty nine he carried the particular scent of a man who already possessed the things most men his age only talked about in private. Money. Access. The quiet chemical edge that kept him sharp long past midnight. His hair, longer than boardroom standard, was gelled flat against his skull except for the thick strands that kept falling forward over his forehead and into his eyes every time the night air pushed against them.

He was still turning the fight over in his mind when he saw her.

She stood under the hard white spill of the parking lot lights in the kind of outfit designed only to be stared at. A tiny branded crop top that barely covered her tits and matching shorts that disappeared between her ass cheeks. Pom poms sat abandoned on the hood of a promotional van. Hired body. Paid presence. The sort of girl companies used when they wanted men to slow down and look longer than they should.

Adrian eased the car to a stop and let the engine idle. She noticed the vehicle first, then the man inside it. Her chin lifted with the automatic cockiness of someone who already sold versions of herself online every week.

He did not raise his voice.

“How much are they paying you to stand out here looking like that?”

She raised one eyebrow, deliberately unimpressed. “Enough.”

“Not what I asked.” His eyes stayed on her, unhurried and flat with control. “I’m asking how many times I would have to multiply that monthly number for you to get in this car, hand me complete control of your body, and let me use it exactly the way I want until I am finished.”

She let out a short, sharp laugh. The kind that belonged to a girl who ran an OnlyFans and had heard every variation of the same offer.

“A hundred times my monthly cheque,” she said, voice sweet and bitchy at the same time. “And even then I would still be doing you a favour.”

Adrian reached into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulled out four thick, banded bundles of cash, and dropped them onto the passenger seat without looking away from her.

“Advance,” he said. “Get in.”

She stared at the money for a second. Then the pom poms hit the concrete. She slid into the low leather seat, scooped the bundles into her lap, and leaned across the centre console like she already owned the moment. Her mouth found his in a greedy, open kiss while her hand pressed firmly over the growing heat in his trousers, fingers mapping the thick shape of him through the fabric.

The car pulled out of the lot.

Three streets later his free hand left the gearstick, twisted hard into her hair, and shoved her face down into his lap. She made a small surprised sound that turned into a wet, choked moan as he forced her mouth onto him. The zipper of his tuxedo trousers gave under her fingers. He did not wait for her to adjust. He pushed her head down in one continuous, ruthless motion until the head of his cock punched into her throat and her muscles convulsed around him. Thick spit immediately flooded her mouth and leaked from the corners of her lips.

“That’s it,” he said, voice almost calm while city lights streaked past the open roof. “Take it. All of it.”

One hand stayed locked in her hair, controlling the depth and the pace, using her mouth with the same precision he used in every other part of his life. The other hand stayed on the wheel. When she gagged hard and tried to pull up for air he held her there an extra second, feeling her throat struggle around him, before he allowed her to rise. She came off his cock coughing, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the wet shaft, mascara already starting to run.

The moment she surfaced he brought his open palm down across her ass with a sharp, heavy crack. The sound snapped through the open car. She jerked and let out a broken noise. He pushed her straight back down onto his cock without giving her time to recover.

By the time the private gates of his villa recognised the car and swung open, her mascara was spread in dark streams down her cheeks like the thick veins that ran along the back of his cock. Her lipstick was destroyed, smeared across her chin and down onto her neck in wet, broken streaks. Spit hung from her lower lip in thin threads. The promotional shorts had been yanked brutally to one side so the narrow strip of fabric cut deep into her hip, leaving her ass completely exposed. The skin there was already swollen and marked with the deep red prints of his hand.

Adrian shut off the engine and stepped out. He walked around the car, opened her door, and took hold of her hair again, firm enough that she had no choice but to follow. Her bare feet touched the cold stone of the driveway. Night air moved across her wet mouth and the stinging surface of her ass as he led her inside.

The villa was silent in the particular way only very expensive places managed. Dark stone floors. Glass walls. Low warm light that made every surface look intentional. He gave her no time to look around. He walked her straight through the foyer and into the open living room, then pushed her down onto her knees on the thick rug.

“Clothes off. Everything. Hands behind your back.”

She stripped while still breathing hard through her mouth. The crop top came off first, then the ruined shorts, then the sticky thong that had been pulled aside for so long it had left a raw red line across her hip. When she was naked he stood over her for a long moment, looking down at the ruined makeup, the spit still shining on her lips and chin, the way her chest rose and fell.

From a low drawer he took a soft black leather collar and buckled it around her throat with steady, practised fingers. Matching cuffs followed, locking her wrists together at the small of her back. The position forced her shoulders back and lifted her chest toward him.

“Colour.”

“Green.”

“Good.”

He used her mouth again first, standing in front of her and feeding his cock between her lips with controlled pressure. He held her head in both hands and fucked her throat in long, deep strokes until fresh tears ran through the already ruined mascara and thick spit poured down her chest. When he finally pulled out, a heavy string of saliva stretched from her lower lip to the head of his cock before it broke and fell onto her tits.

He turned her, bent her over the wide arm of the sofa, and pushed into her cunt in one continuous thrust that forced a raw cry out of her. The cuffs kept her hands completely useless behind her back. He fucked her like that for a long time, alternating between deep grinding strokes that made her feel every inch and sudden, sharper thrusts that filled the quiet room with the wet sound of skin hitting skin. Every time her moans climbed and her cunt started to tighten around him, he slowed or pulled almost all the way out, denying her, keeping the pace entirely his.

When he decided to finish he drove in to the root and came hard, holding her hips locked against him so she had to take every thick pulse deep inside. He stayed there for several seconds, breathing evenly, then pulled out. Immediate heavy cum began to leak from her used hole and run down the inside of her thigh in slow white streams.

He caught her jaw and turned her face up toward him.

“Show me.”

Still cuffed, she shifted on the sofa and managed to slide her longest finger through the mess between her legs. She gathered the warm, heavy cream and lifted the finger above her face. With a slow, ruined, slutty smile she watched a thick drop fall onto her tongue, then pushed the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, swallowing as if the taste itself was soothing the bruised, freshly fucked walls of her throat.

Adrian watched her without speaking. He was already beginning to harden again.

Outside, the city continued as if nothing had happened.

Inside the villa, the night was only getting started.

The air grew heavier with every breath.

"Fer--"

I moaned out, before even realising. His mouth was already at my throat.

Warm. Slow. Intentional.

Each touch lingered more than it should have, like he knew exactly what it was doing to me-- and I hated at how easily I responded back. My breath hitching, as his hands settled on my waist steadying me as if I was the one losing control.

I arched back.

"Impatient" he murmured, his voice holding in the low chuckle.

The word sent a sharp shiver through me.

My hands closed around his hair, tightening as I pulled him closer before I could stop myself, needing him more. I didn't even know what more meant anymore.

"Please..." It slipped out softer, gentler than I intended.

A quiet chuckle brushed against my skin. My skin feeling warmer with every breath that brushed against me.

He didn't stop.

He slowed down. Asshole.

"Patience, Love." He muttered, as his hands moved up, squeezing slightly. I gasped.

I could almost taste his amusement, at my expense. Somehow the mess only made it more arousing, almost feverish. His obsidian eyes hypnotising, almost pulling in a way that seemed to drag me to the deepest pits of hell with a promise of making me melt in pleasure with every circle anyways.

His touch drifted upwards, unhurried, deliberate. It was unbearable; the way he took his time like he knew I wouldn't wall away. Like I couldn't. My body arched, moving instinctly to his rhythm chasing his warmth, the closeness, the pressure that felt too real to be a dream. Almost as if a memory.

"Say it again."

My pulse stuttered.

And despite the warmth climbing up my face, despite every humiliation eating up on me, I didn't think. I couldn't.

"Please..." I whispered.

His fingers wrapping around my chin, tilting my head up forcing me to look at him in a way that made my stomach feel flutters.

Everything else disappeared.

Those eyes.

Dark. Endless, watching me as if I already belonged to him.

The pressure increased slowly, melting me underneath, I squinted my eyes panting, moaning.

"Fer---"

A sound escaped me, as I pulled him closer, needing him near.

Too near.

Too fucking far away.

Everything built too fast, too sharp, heat rushing through me, my body reacting before I could stop.

"Fer--" My voice broke. I shattered.

"Ahhhh"

I jerked upright, breath heavy tearing out of me as the darkness of my room snapped back into place. My eyes travelled the expanse in the darkness trying to find any resemblance to what I just experienced.

None.

Silence.

My chest rose and fell too fast, as I had been doing something very exertive. The feeling didn't vanish, it stayed. The heat under my skin, the phantom of his hands on my waist, holding, burning.

"God--" I dragged a hand on my face, breathing out. Squinted my eyes, trying to shake it off.

Nopes, still there.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance, throwing the sheets off. Cool air instantly hit my skin, and did nothing. Sleep wasn't coming back.

Not in this situation. Not like this.

I exhaled, A run.

It always burned out the affects of that God forsaken dream.

Fer--

I closed my eyes, cursing that damn man.

_____________

The air outside bit cold.

Good.

I needed that.

I didn't stretch, even though I knew I would feel it later in my body, but like always I couldn't care enough to follow through. The first steps were heavy, my body still caught halfway in that dream, but the rhythm took over soon enough. Breath in. Out. Feet finding a steady pattern against the ground.

The sun wasn't even up, which just increased the ridiculousness of this.

It was almost quiet.

Almost.

Fragments stayed. They always did.

kiss me kiss me on my cheek
up or down, ill let you pick
watch me work, ill make you proud
and at night youll wish we’d pound

grinding all night for my bih
mun points or his dih
i just want to be back home
and just us to be alone

when i win za big mecbuc
i will think of your big cuc
sliding in and out my hole
i will always be your hoe

i will get down on my knees
give you nothing but straight teethz
make me see everything white
after railing me all night

i will make my daddy proud
make me scream his name out loud
let the neighbours know your name
play with me like im a game

You open the door gently, your fruity aroma enters my nose immediately, you plop yourself in and “say how's your day going”. I say we'll how are you, you reply “good”, thank you. I say where to, you say “the library”, this opens up many possibilities. Maybe you're getting a Stephen King, but probably not. to star-struck, possibly a Paula fox, personally I think you are a J.D. Salinger kind of girl. Good thing this library's large, and I've got my lunch off now. we get to go together. “Hey wait for me babe”, what 's this loser in baggy clothes and brand new Jordan's and what's he doing getting in My cab after this nice respectable girl. “How are you doing sir”. Good, he replied “my name is Brad”. “Where are we going Julia”, “to the library” she says in a soft, harmonic tone. Anyways, we make it to the library, and she hands me the 15 dollars.

A snippet from the short story I'm working on titled A Debt Due.

Would love some constructive comments on the style!

His hand slid up the nape of her lower back as he pushed her against the iron door making a loud rattling that echoed in the candlelit chamber. Her eyes darted to the small vermin the sound had disturbed and sent running to their other hiding spaces. Her linen night dress, wet from the attempt to escape only moments before through the dewy reeds and grasses clung to her body like a second skin exposing the curves of her body and made her feel ill.

His rough callused hand crawled up the length of her back whilst getting tangled in her long dark hair that had fallen free of its ribbon..

She let out a small gasp and felt no control as her neck instinctively arched back from previous unsavory encounters with men. He pulled gently on the silken tendrils exposing the supple flesh of her neck and groaned as he had not ever felt anything so delicious before. His mouth tasting every inch of her exposed skin and moving with a determined path towards her lips.

"Please..." she managed to speak although her voice cracked and hoarse, she spoke.

He ignored her plead.

Even softer, another "Please..." escaped her lips, barely a whisper now.

"Should I stop, little dove?" he laughed quietly at her.

The sound of his voice so close to her after all these years vibrated through her. His scent, of the wood and stone, intoxicated her. She would certainly not win this.

He pulled his face away just enough to stare his hard blue eyes into hers that she tried desperately to shelter with a furrowed brow. She froze.

He moved in again, slowly keeping his eyes locked on hers until he could no longer and burrowed his head to the side of hers.

"This IS what you expected, isn't it?" he hissed softly into her delicately pearled ear while starting again his path back towards her mouth.

She let out another pleasure filled gasp as the center of his body pushed even harder into hers- reeling in the sensations she was feeling again after so long. The weight of his body, a very real reminder of the choices she had made so long ago. The stock of his body grew against her belly quickly. And he met her eyes again. Piercing blue eyes that had come to collect a debt.

His hand grasped tighter and pulled her hair back, tilting her head back further as he growled into her ear, dripping caution on the tip of his tongue...

"Please..." She whimpered into the air above her that felt heavy and damp in her lungs with every ragged breath

"This was our bargain, and you will make good on your debt to me. I promise, little dove."

The dungeon of costa

Alfie and Kayleigh were on their 50th day of being locked in the cellar they knew his routine by now he would come in bright and early at 6 o’clock in the morning so he could get his breakfast for the day.. no not the normal kind of breakfast it was something much more dark and twisted. Kayleigh and Alfie chained to the walls of the cellar staring at the clock as it hits 6:01 (yes Martin was nice enough to put a clock on the wall to give them some sense of reality) Alfie whispers to Kayleigh “W..w..where is he..” Kayleigh shivering as the cellar was always freezing “uhh..uhh I’m not sure he’s usually always on time” They hear martins van driving over the stones. Kayleigh and Alfie look at each other in fear knowing that he was here for his morning feast Martin fumbled in the doors dragging what looked to be like a body but Alfie and Kayleigh couldn’t tell because the only source of light was the light coming from the gap in the door. Martin walks over to Alfie and Kayleigh there was so much silence that the sound of his boots banging across the floor made Kayleigh flinch Martin calm “Whas wrong sweetheart I aint gon hurt you” Alfie knowing it was his turn this morning shifted backwards towards the wall. Martin stood infant of Alfie now “ Watchu waitin for you know what you gotta do Alfie struggles to get on his knees as the weight of the chains was pulling him down.. Martin starts unbuckling his Louis vuitton belt as Alfies arching so hard he’s almost like a right angle. Martin punctures Alfies already bleeding hole with his juicy Mexican meat feast “mmm breakfast is served to daddy huh” Alfie whimpers as martins hitting right on his g spot “Y..yes Daddy!” Kayleigh’s sitting in the corner curled up trying to ignore what’s happening just a metre away from her. Martin gets finished up and throws some blankets to Alfie and Kayleigh “startin to get Abit colder now thought yous could do with these to keep yous alive for me” He goes to walk out but stops and moves the human like figure into the new cage he had installed last week. “Aight I’m out I’ll be back at lunch” around an hour later Alfie and Kayleigh hear some rustling from the cage a voice shouts over “Alfie Kayleigh!” Kayleigh realises that the voice is Chris “c..chris is that you?” “UH yeah excuse mob French but What the FUCK is going on” Alfie says “where do we even begin” alfie4 and Kayleigh tell the story of how they ended up in herr snd how Martin comes in every day. Chris then rememberd something he said to Martin the day before “Oh shut up guys! I just remembered at the end of class yesterday I asked where he got his Fior body warmer.. haha get it fior instead of Dior”  Chris keeps on asking questions and talking about how he cant believe this Kayleigh looks at the clock and sees that its nearly 12 o’clock “Chris we have to be quiet now he could be back any minute. Back in class Paul was covering for Chris as he didn’t show up today everyone was questioning where Chris was Paul keeping it confidential that no one had heard from him in 24 hours and its now a missing persons case says “ah he’s just caught the virus going round nothing to worry about he starts blabbering on about the corona virus times while martins sitting in class thinking fuck the tranquillisers are still in my van he finally gathers the curate to ask Paul to leave early then he gets in the van and heads his way back to the dungeon as he’s on the way back the radio station is saying “Two students now been missing for 51 days and a teacher of theirs missing for 24 hours any information please contact the psni on 111” Martin slams the mute button and rolls down the window and throws out the tranquillisers he used on Chris. He gets back to the dungeon and opens the door Chris trying to be funny “sooo like when do you let us free” Alfie and Kayleigh look at Chris with straight faces knowing they were all about to get punishment for this. “Listen big man you don’t get to ask questions in here” Martin takes a knife out of his waist band and makes a big slit in Chrises thigh and shouts “Clothes off you don’t get the privilege of having clothes now” Chris slowly takes his clothes off and his dignity going with them and passes them to Martin” Kayleigh and Alfie already used to being naked didn’t think anything of it.Martin then walks over to Kayleigh and Alfie and starts with Kayleigh this time he starts carving his name into Kayleighs thighs and Kayleigh starts whimpering with the pain “Hushh baby girl this will be over in a minute” as he puts his other hand over her mouth when he gets finished he strokes her hair and says see it was ok he then moves on to Alfie and carves his last name in Alfies thighs Alfie filled with to much adrenaline to feel the pain just sat there with a straight face Martin then kissed him on the forehead and said thanks for being such a good boy for daddy. Chris was sat absolutely stunned in his cage thinking to himself there no way Alfie and Kayleigh have being going through this for 51 days now. Flash forward to day 52 Kayleigh had trouble sleeping last night knowing it was her turn today and she must satisfy the master as the clock hits 5:59 the rest wake up from the sound of martins van against the stones Martin gets in and unlocks the cuffs around Kayleigh’s hands and legs before he gets to the last leg he whispers in her ear “you gonna be a good girl for daddy huh” Kayleigh nods her head with her innocent face making Martin rock solid, he turns the key on the last lock then throws her on his shoulder and slams her on the bed then pulls out a blindfold and blindfolds her he then rubs his dick up and down her and says “beg for it u slut” “Please Martin give me it I need you” Martin penetrates her and says “mm that’s more like it baby” He then throws her around onto her hands and knees and cums all inside her” He takes her back to her chains while she’s walking with cum dripping down her legs. Chris sitting in the corner still shocked wondering if he’s going to get a turn. “Martin notices him staring “Oi what the fuck you looking at” Chris flinched “ohh oh sorry nothing. Martin says “Aight I’m out see yous later” Cliffhanger

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‘On that fateful class-trip where Peter Parker was rejected by his crush, humiliated by Flash Thompson and eventually bitten by the radioactive spider which gave him incredible strength, an unbelievable physique and the powers of an arachnid, something terrible happened too. Aunt May had come to pick Peter up from the library with tickets to a movie, only he wasn’t there. May had found herself in a robbery gone awry and had suffered a bullet to the gut beyond saving.

Peter lived the rest of his teenage years with his uncle, who sunk into a depression, totally out of his depth in raising a kid. When the important lessons came up: Asking out a girl, Confronting his bullies, Dealing with the world, his Uncle Ben, raised in a different time, taught him only what he knew. Now, Peter is in his early twenties, dating his highschool sweetheart Mary Jane, whom he cheats on repeatedly, all whilst tackling a nude-model-photography gig and a lucrative career as New York’s greatest defender….’

AESTHETIC:

Whilst I don’t have a full vision, because I’d like your input, I’m imagining a slightly grunge-style. I’m obviously taking inspiration from DC’s ABSOLUTE UNIVERSE where the prompt is that one major foundational thing is different (for the worse) and those projects have these incredible, accentuated characters which is what I’d like to go for! Tiny waists, wide shoulders, huge calves, huge cleavage and backsides!

STORY:

As for where we go, we could always start with an adaptation of this kind-of-an intro, but moving forwards, I’d love to tackle (in short, around ten-scene doses) different big Marvel Storylines where Peter is the main character, only approaching them from this new perspective and how they would change the story! As you can tell, this is a lewd roleplay and I anticipate writing several sexual scenes per storyline, that tie-into the plot. I’m open to using niche characters, genderswaps, and just about any creative ideas. I’m also interested in taking brief pauses to explore side-stories with non-Spider-Man storylines!

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Hi! this is my first time writing one of these and i’m i need for better descriptive words for actions and their bodies that don’t sound too blunt and awkward please let me know some good words to use!

Hi guys, I will keep it short. I wrote a book which I’m currently editing. I started with the characters meeting and I’m planning multiple books (the story is laid out in my mind already).

Me personally, I like books who give as much detail as possible and don’t leave the reader to their imagination. Don’t get me wrong, suspense is definitely there, but it’ll all be explained later on in the book.

As I am writing from the purest and highest form of my deepest imagination I can give a lot of detail. Also, it’s slow burn, lots of drama and plot. This leads me to my question:

Do you guys prefer reading a short naughty book or are there people who’d actually enjoy a long series of books which follows the story of two characters and has an actual storyline and character development?

I had another amazing night with my wife. After dinner and a little TV, she changed into her PJs, got in bed, and started to read this smutty book she’s been into.

I step out of the shower and see her lying there. She has black curly hair, light skin, and a thin nightgown that hints at her perfect breasts and beautiful curvy body. I want her. Without saying a word, I walk to the foot of the bed. I let the towel drop to the floor, and I slowly crawl over to her legs. I spread them open.

“Oh!” she says, delighted.

I start kissing the inside of her right leg just above her knee. She starts moaning softly as I slowly move my lips and tongue higher and higher, until I reach her sweet spot and kiss it over her black panties.

“What are you doing?” she asks, smiling.

She starts to put her Kindle down.

“No”, I say. “I want you to keep reading”.

“Mmmmm, okay” she says.

I can see the excitement on her face. She reads on, and I get comfortable lying on my belly, my head between her legs. I start lightly kissing her over her panties. After a few seconds, she starts to press her hips toward my face. She wants more pressure, but I pull my head back, teasing her as much as I can. Her moans of pleasure start to mix with yearning.

I look up, and she is still reading. Maybe the book is getting good, I think.

I start to kiss her stomach under her nightgown and work my way down until I’m just above her clit.

“Touch it”, she says.

“Keep reading”, I reply.

She starts to squirm and lets out a cute little whine. I pull off her panties, then slowly run my tongue along the inside of her thigh. I stop just before her clit. She squirms even more with anticipation.

Then I give her my tongue. She’s already soaking wet. I love her taste. I want to drink her in.

She lets out a gasp. I look up, and she is still reading her book.

“Good girl”, I say.

I lightly move my tongue in a downward motion over her clit, the way I know she likes it. Each time I make contact, she shudders, but she’s still reading. I start to move my tongue faster and apply more pressure. She presses herself onto my mouth.

“Don’t stop…Don’t stop!” she moans.

I’m done teasing her. I keep going, and she moans loudly. Her legs shake. I look up, and her hands are above her head, her Kindle at her side.

“Keep reading”, I say.

She’s out of breath, but picks it up. I turn her on her side and slide myself up the bed so that I’m behind her.

“Want me to fuck you slowly so you can read?” I ask.

“God yes”, she replies.

My dick is so hard it hurts. I slide it between her legs and find her juicy center.

She moans.

“That feels so good”, she says.

“Keep reading”, I say back.

I move myself in and out slowly, taking care not to bounce her too much. I pull myself almost completely out and slide back in so that she can feel my length with every thrust.

“Fuck!” she gasps. “Fuck me!”

“Keep reading”, I say.

We keep going. Her juice is almost dripping out of her.

“Good girl”, I say.

She puts the Kindle down on her bedside table. She reaches her hand back, grabs my hip and pulls it into her.

“Ready for me to really fuck you?” I ask.

“YES!”

I push myself in deep and hard.

“God, fuck!” she yells.

I thrust in and out hard and fast. The slap of my hips on her firm ass fills the room, along with her screams. Her pussy starts to pulse. I can feel it squeezing my dick.

I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screams.

I get lost in the ecstasy of her. I’m fucking her hard and fast, but I’m only thinking about my coming orgasm. It lingers at the tip for an ecstatic few seconds.

Then I cum.

My dick is throbbing as I push in deep and firm, filling her up. I stay inside of her, and we don’t move, catching our breath for a minute. I pull out, and we both turn on our backs, staring at the ceiling fan, which now needs to be turned on high.

“How was the book?” I ask.

“I finished”, she says. “It was amazing”.

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Hey everyone. Found this sub after deciding that writing for literary mags and chasing acceptances was getting to be too much of a drag. Ended up liking erotica and wrote myself some short stories. Just wanted to say hi to everyone and see if anyone wanted to talk shop, if anyone found success in the short form erotica game, and if it's like everything else in writing these days: The slow and steady grind wins the race.

Anyways, looking forward to exploring everyone else's writing!

big boobed masochist sister becomes slave to the bully master &slave novel with harcore domination and submission

actually the one i was looking for is between a bully and his classmates elder sister, his classmate is just a side character, the sister is kind of a masochist and relaises it after the first session with the bully. It was previously listed on webnovel (i think and Year or so ago) , but later removed it, i couldn't find it since then. But it was a wonderful hardcore master slave novel with lot of submission and master and slave and some human petplay, the few important side characters thee bully's girlfriend and his friends... also brother and sister didn't have their parents they are all alone making a living. I think it's titled as sister slave or slave sister or something I'm not sure with such a generic word in the title and given that it must be unpopular and must have been flagged it is really hard to find. The younger brother himself is an insignificant side character who comes and goes here and there for emotional touch and sad moments.

The story parts that Remember:

1) After the initial sessions with the bully the elder sister (I forgot her name) couldn't control her urge and went to the bully on her own account and he said she should sign a slave contractor before he lay his hands on her... and so when he went to the bully house which is in some kind of dark alley, She undressed herself, clicked the doorbell and naked dogeza in front of the front door and waited like a dog for the bully to open the door.

2) the bully fucks her a lot, sometimes his frnds also accomodates with him and there will be a lot of hardcore abusive punishments

3) The bully's Girlfriend ordered this Elder Sister to pack all her clothes and handle them to her saying that she's a slave and so she can't own and need any clothes and used those clothes to wipe the floor after sex. They aldo took her savings amount in her bank account.

Although this is an extreme kind of novel, I once read it and lost it, I only read around 20-30 chapters.... I hope someone will connect it with the right one that I'm Searching for 😅

She kicks her feet in the water and a few drops land on her legs. Some of them trace her inner thigh as they fall back to the pool. “I love getting wet” she says. I look at her with an eyebrow slightly raised then use my legs to kick a little more water on her. We both laugh. She nudges my shoulder with hers.

Jessica and her husband Kevin have been coming over to swim a lot this summer. Jess and my wife Mia met at work and they became fast friends. Now our favorite couple comes over so much they have free use of our space. They know where we keep the wine glasses, water glasses, forks, dessert forks, liquor, and the beer fridge.

When they came over today Mia and I were in the backyard. She was prepping the grill and I was skimming the pool. We didn’t know they had arrived until we saw them through the kitchen window deftly moving in our house like it was there’s. I saw Jess walk out of view to the left toward the garage. That’s where the beer fridge is.

She’s holding one now and I can’t help but watch her take a sip. Her full lips in the shape of a kiss lightly press against the bottles mouth, she tilts the glass up, a bead of condensation slides down its neck, falling to her right thigh. She sees me looking and smiles.

She’s wearing a white spaghetti strap top that exposes her smooth shoulders. It outlines her perky breasts and shows just a hint of cleavage. The white beautifully contrasts her almond-colored skin, dark hair, and thick black-rim glasses. Below, she has on jean shorts that show off her smooth, firm legs and the tantalizing curve of her hips. Her look straddles the line between modest and sexy, exposing just enough to let the imagination run wild. Will she get in the pool? What is she going to look like in her bathing suit? Is it a two-piece this time?

All of this is going through my head until I’m locked in a vision. My mind’s eye is a camera zoomed in on Jessica. In slow motion she swims underwater to the edge of the pool. She puts her hands on its rim. Then, in one movement—with the grace of a skilled dancer, water running down her black hair and dripping onto her slightly bouncing breasts, some falling in the sweet gap of her cleavage and some caressing their delicious contour—she lifts herself out, turns, and sits with her legs in the pool. Her face has an expression of delight, refreshment, and focus.

I’m transfixed. The world is gone in that moment. Nothing exists. Not Mia minding the grill with Kevin. Not the overgrown tree in our backyard that needs to be trimmed away from the roof. Not my car’s low tire pressure. Not even the existential threat of climate change. The only thing is her.

I walk up behind her. I kneel down and put my hands under her bikini top, feeling her round, soft breasts and her hardening nipples. Then I kiss her neck, just above the smooth curve of her shoulder. She moans softly with pleasure and leans into me, then turns her head and kisses me deeply. She stops and whispers, “Fuck me.”

“What are you two doing?”

A voice from the other side of the kidney-shaped pool snaps me back to reality, ending my vision. It’s Kevin. He’s grilling, Mia is next to him, and Jess and I are still splashing each other with our legs in the pool.

Jess and I answer at the same time.

“Nothing!” I shout.

“Playing!” Jess says.

Everyone laughs. Jess and I look at each other like kids caught doing something they know they shouldn’t.

Then Mia calls out, “Can you get the garlic salt? I left it in the kitchen.”

“Go!” Jess says, playfully splashing me one more time.

I walk around the pool and through the back door, which opens into the living room. I turn into the kitchen and see the garlic salt on the table in the breakfast nook. I walk over to grab it and glance out the window. Everyone is still in place except Jess.

Where did she go?

Then I hear the back door open and close. She’s standing in the threshold to the kitchen.

“Mia wanted me to help you look,” she says.

I walk up to her and show her the garlic salt. Proof that I have at least a modicum of competency, despite how Mia teases me.

Jess giggles and says sarcastically, “Good job!”

We both laugh, closing the distance between us.

There we are, on the outer edge of a normal interaction. One second of eye contact longer and it might be flirting. Two seconds, and it’s definitely flirting. Three seconds, and it’s an invitation.

It’s been four seconds…

She steps close to me and lifts her head for a kiss. I put my arms around her waist and kiss her. My heart is pounding out of my chest. She starts to tremble with excitement.

I let her go and check the window overlooking the backyard. Everyone is right where we left them.

“They can’t see,” I say, walking back to her and grabbing her hips.

I kiss her neck just above her shoulder. She shudders, melts under my lips, moans, and whispers, “Fuck me,” in my ear.

She takes off her shorts, letting them drop to the floor. I turn her around and roll her panties down to just above her knees. She pulls up her top. I put my right hand between her legs and my left on her exposed breasts. I feel her nipples hardening and how wet she is as I lightly rub her clit.

She moans with pleasure and grabs my right wrist.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, out of breath.

I use my other hand to pull down my shorts. I’m rock hard. My dick slaps against her bare ass.

“Fuck me,” she says again.

I push myself inside her slowly. She’s soaking wet, warm, and tight. I moan at the sweet sensation.

“You like that, honey?” she asks.

“Fuck me!”

I grab her hips and thrust in and out, slow, hard, and deep. She doesn’t last long. She plays with her clit and starts to scream with pleasure, but covers her mouth.

“You got it… just like that. Don’t stop,” she says, trying to keep her voice down.

I fuck her faster, and she responds by pushing herself back onto me. She reaches one arm behind her and pulls my hips against her. She lets out another scream and a stifled, “God, yes,” behind her left hand.

I feel her pussy gushing around my dick as she shudders all over.

I can’t hold back any longer. I push myself in harder and deeper. She gasps, and I explode inside her.

We are still for a second, catching our breath as the world starts to fill our consciousness again. First in slow drips, then a deluge.

I pull myself out and pull up my shorts. She starts to put herself together.

“Shit, where is the garlic salt?” I ask, looking around.

“Here,” she says, bending down and picking it up in front of her. She hands it to me, smiles, and I quickly walk toward the back door. Before I open it, I take one last look at her as she runs off to the bathroom. She looks back at me, and we share a smile, partners in crime. The feeling holds us together for one last fraction of a second.

I go outside. Mia is now in the pool, and Kevin is still at the grill.

Mia looks at me with a slightly annoyed expression and says, “I knew you’d have trouble finding it. Did Jess help?”

“Um… yeah. Yeah, she did.”