THEY NEVER LIE

Adriana had originally asked her other half when he would be home, due to wanting to spend some extra time together. She had even went as far as baking his favorite things all day. As time went on, it was much clearer that it was too good to be true. She had went to be alone, though it wasn't the first time. The next day, the sound of the front door woke her up. Within a few moments, she was up and out of bed, his baggy t-shirt hanging off her frame. Before he could speak, his voice cut her off. Scoffing, Adriana crossed her arms over her chest. "Why do you have to be such an asshole to me?" She asked, "if you really feel the need to go and fuck other people, fine -- but at least let me know you're alright! It would have been nice to know that you weren't dead."

"I'm not even being an asshole." Archer rolled his eyes, walking towards his girlfriend. She looked pretty in his t-shirt, at least, one hand reaching out to touch the fabric of her shirt. "C'mon. Don't be mad. I just caught up. You know they're just fucks. I'm still coming home to you, aren't I?" He didn't see the problem with the things he did outside of the house. Archer always came home to Adriana eventually. "I've been thinking about you bent over all morning."

Liana looked up from her spot on the couch and blushed immediately upon seeing Archer storm in. She did want to start and whine, but he told her not to so she just stared back down again. This is what she was used to, and she normally didn't care much but this time it was different. She was visibly upset when she smelled another woman on him, legs curling up on the couch. "It's my birthday." - She mumbled softly. "I hope you celebrated good last night." The blonde had dressed up so nicely last night, wanting him to be the one to fuck her into her new year. But then he never showed up. "It hurts."

Shit. Archer had entirely forgotten about her birthday. He tries to look sympathetic, moving to sit next to her on the couch. "Happy birthday, baby." He doesn't responds to what she says next. He did have fun. The girls were beautiful and fun, down to do whatever he wanted to do. There wasn't anything wrong with Liana, but he didn't see why he shouldn't do exactly what he'd wanted to do. "Well, baby. It's your birthday. Why don't we have some fun?" His hand moved down to the top of her shirt, hand tracing over one breast.

it's so quiet without him. parker doesn't like it for a second. she shifts onto her other side as she waits. petite body is contained by the large dog crate, draped in pink fabric, padded by the soft bed & blanket. really, it's quite generous. she could be treated much worse. being his captive pet may not have been parker's choice, but as the weeks stretch into months, she finds herself minding it less & less. it's not so bad, being spoiled and pampered, fawned over like the most precious little thing. the part she hates is being left alone. she swears her ears perk up a like a dog's when she hears the jingling of the key in the door's lock. parker sits up a little, as much as she can, hopeful expression crossing the face that had not so long ago cried & pleaded for her freedom instead.

luca has a hard time not burst into laughter. the search parties are so serious, candles and worrying. he does his best to pretend to be worried, stressing that she could be in some strange man's basement, or worse. little do they know. luca heads back through the door of his home, locking it behind him and beginning to head down to see her. "parker," he coos after her, a tone that someone would speak to a pet rather than a person. he reaches up, uncovering the silk fabric over the cage. "we have plans today, sweetheart." he begins to unlock the cage. "crawl out, face to the floor."

"yeah it's hard to take you seriously when I saw you get your back blown out by someone who had to have been at least two times your age." he said, inhaling a puff of his cigarette before he blew the smoke into their face. "plus from the sounds you were making it seems like you enjoy getting fucked by strangers."

charlotte's eyes narrowed at his words. harsh and unexpected from a man she'd always thought as nice. not that she'd known him well before this situation. "you're a fucking asshole, you know that?" she says, cringing away from the puff of smoke he blew towards her face. "don't take it out on me that girls won't let you fuck them. cut to the chase. what do you want?"

GREEN EYES SHONE WITH MISCHIEF AS SHE FELT his hands immadiately reaching for her body, no hesitation, no pause before he reached for what belonged to him. she turned her head, looking at Jasper over her shoulder, watching as the man brought the bottle to her hips before it disappeared from her view - only to register as a thought in the back of her head when the cold glass of the neck of the bottle pressed against her hot flesh. and then further, deeper - stretching her pussy with something that offered no give, no way to enjoy her walls squeezing around it. "fuck." the brunette cursed, forehead dropping to the desk's surface as she leaned her upper frame on her elbows on the wooden furniture, hipbones digging into the edge of it as her body rocked back into the length of the bottle with a wanton moan of need. so eager, so desperate for more - for everything he was willing to give. "yes, please." Anna begged softly, body shaking as bliss spread across her frame, the idea of being used like this turning her on beyond comprehension. the idea of becoming nothing but a set of holes for him to use, to fill however he pleased, it made her brain short-circuit in pleasure. "please, fuck me, Jasper."

Jasper began to slowly undo his belt and jeans, letting the fabric drop down. His member slapped against the girls’s ass, landing half on the glass bottle stuffed into her needy cunt. Before doing anything else, he grabbed the base of the bottle and pressed it another inch into her. He wasn’t an unreasonable man. Jasper wanted to help her avoid punishment the best he could. Running his hand over his cock, he pressed at her most private entrance, slowly beginning to stuff himself into her. One hand reached forward, gathering dark curls into his fist and tugging back, using it as a handle as he began to thrust. Not quite harsh just yet.

For appearances, she had to down play it, had to ignore the way that the urges screamed right below the surface. Things long kept locked away to never be indulged in. She should have been terrified, should have been fearful for her life and fighting to get away. Instead, Soleil was contemplating what it would be like to taste true freedom. The knife flashed before her eyes and there was no hiding the glint of glee and excitement that flashed over her features, as much as she tried to keep it school. She could hear the chuckle more than see amused and it sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. Still, she tried to fight against the ties holding her hands together and seem more upset and frightening than turned on and eager.

Noah watches her close up for the first time in months. He'd been watching her for months, lingering in the shadows of the coffee shop where she ordered the same drink each morning, positioning himself three rows behind her a movie theater, wandering behind her. Always keeping just enough distance that she'd never notice the same face appearing in the peripheral edges of her life. He was waiting for the time to strike. That time was today. "Don't fight me, sweetheart. Its okay." He grazed the knife down her skin, not wanting it to hurt her. "Just be good."

" you're not getting shy on me now , are you ? "

" of course not. you're just fun to watch. "

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