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I stretch, my body aching in all the right places. The events of the night before come rushing back, and I feel embarrassment and arousal as my cheeks instantly glow red. I can’t believe I did that, that I let Simon guide me to such depraved acts. I shouldn\u2019t let him treat me like that. But even as the thoughts swirl in my head, I can feel the wetness between my legs. I get out of bed, wrapping a robe around myself, and make my way to the bathroom.<\/p>\n

Simon is in the shower, his body a silhouette behind the frosted glass. I watch him for a moment, admiring the way the water cascades down his muscular frame. He turns, catching sight of me, and a slow smile spreads across his face. “Good morning, my beautiful little ass-eater,” he says, his voice deep and firm.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s attempting to sound stern, but his smirk reveals his true feelings. I smile back, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. He opens the shower door, gesturing for me to join him. I hesitate for a moment, then drop my robe and step inside. The water is hot, steam rising around us as Simon pulls me into his arms. He kisses me, a real deep, sloppy, French kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, his hands roaming over my body, reawakening the desire from the night before.<\/p>\n

I can feel his cock hardening against my stomach, and I reach down to stroke him, my fingers wrapping around his length. He groans, his hips thrusting into my hand. “Fuck, Kate,” he murmurs against my lips. “You drive me crazy.” I smile, feeling a sense of power at his words.<\/p>\n

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Chapter 1 \u2013 Ass After Work Chapter 2 \u2013 The Morning After The Slut Before Chapter 4 \u2013 Not Safe For Work (Office Anal) Chapter 4 – Home Humiliation Chapter 1 \u2013 Ass After Work The sun has already set as I step into our elegant Kensington apartment, the soft hum of the city fading behind me. Simon, my husband, is already home, his jacket casually draped over the back of the couch, his tie loosened.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve only been married for a few months, and I still fancy him as much as I did on our first date, when his goodnight kiss was enough to make my pussy tingle and my knickers moist as I boarded the last bus home. He looks up from his laptop, his blue eyes meeting mine, a smirk playing on his lips.<\/p>\n

“There you are,” he says, his voice a low rumble that always manages to send a shiver down my spine. I’m Kate Morgan, 32, a successful forex trader at HSBC. I’m tall and elegant, with striking blue eyes and blonde hair that I always keep in a bob style.<\/p>\n

I’m known for my sophistication, my independence, and my ambition. But beneath all that, I harbor a secret desire to submit and be humiliated in unspeakable ways. “Long day?” Simon asks, standing up and walking towards me. He’s a formidable figure, 6’2″ with a well-built athletic body. His dark brown hair is elegantly styled, and his piercing green eyes hold an undeniable dominance that he doesn’t attempt to conceal. He’s the head of the Public Affairs department at HSBC, a position that suits his charismatic and authoritative nature.<\/p>\n

“You could say that,” I reply, setting my bag down. “The market was volatile today.” Simon chuckles, stepping closer. “Well, how about we create some volatility of our own?” he suggests, his fingers brushing against my cheek. I feel a jolt of electricity at his touch, excitement and apprehension swirling in my stomach. “What do you have in mind?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. Simon’s smirk deepens, and he leans in, his lips brushing against my ear.<\/p>\n

“Something new,” he whispers. “Something… dirty! Really filthy.” I feel a flush creeping up my neck, my heart pounding in my chest.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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