No Saints Here

The Bathtub Girl

The city lights blinked through the glass walls of the elevator, a glowing world beneath her feet. Floxy leaned against the railing, a sigh slipping past her lips as her gloved hand pressed to her forehead. She was drained to the bone.

For two years she had worked in the city's most expensive hotel. Cleaning rooms, scrubbing stains that weren't hers, smiling when she didn't want to. The penthouse wasn't new to her, she had cleaned it before. But tonight... something felt different.

She went about her duty as always, dusting, folding, arranging. Until she entered the bathroom.

Her steps slowed. The giant tub gleamed like a jewel under the light, steam still curling in the air from a guest long gone. It called to her in a way she couldn't ignore.

It was the last hour of her shift. Her uniform clung to her sweaty skin, her back ached, and her head throbbed. She bit her lip, trying to shove the thought away. But her eyes kept dragging back to that tub.

She knew what would happen if she was caught. She could lose her job. Her only income. The risk made her chest tighten-yet at the same time, it thrilled her.

The temptation won.

One by one, her clothes fell away until nothing covered her bare skin. Her brown curls spilled down her back, her chocolate eyes flashing in the mirror.

Floxy was beautiful-too beautiful to be a cleaner. But life didn't care for beauty.

She stepped into the tub. Warm water kissed her skin, drawing a sigh of relief straight from her chest. She leaned back, letting her head fall against the edge, eyes closing as she finally-finally-allowed herself a stolen moment.

But the peace shattered in an instant.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Her eyes flew open.

A man stood in the doorway.

Bald head gleaming under the lights, his body wrapped in a dark, fitted suit. His aura filled the room, heavy and dangerous. His face was cut sharp, handsome in a way that could hurt, his eyes darker than night. He looked at her like she was already his.

"Well, well..." His voice was deep, calm, with a cruel edge of amusement. "Look what we have here."

Her throat went dry.

"I... I... sir..." Floxy stammered, unable to breathe.

The water splashed as she shifted, trying to sink deeper and hide her naked body. His eyes caught the movement. They darkened. She swore she heard a growl.

He took a slow step forward, his gaze locked on her trembling frame.

"On your feet," he ordered.

Her heart pounded so loud it drowned out her thoughts. She shook her head weakly, then swallowed and rose. Her arms instinctively wrapped over her chest, but his glare told her that covering herself only made things worse.

"Do you know what happens," he asked softly, his brow arching, "to little girls caught soaking in a guest's tub?"

Her lips trembled as she whispered, "No..."

He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. "We're about to find out."

Her knees weakened. Her skin shivered with goosebumps, and not from the cold. Something stirred inside her that she didn't want to admit-a heat crawling low, making her body betray her.

Then he left.

For a second, she thought maybe he would let her go. But when he returned, her stomach dropped.

In his hand was a blood-red suitcase.

He set it down, unlatched it, and opened it wide. Her eyes widened. Inside were toys-dark, wicked things she had only ever seen whispered about. Steel cuffs. Leather. Things that spoke of punishment, not play.

He plucked a cuff, letting it dangle from his finger as he looked straight at her. His lips curled into a shadowed smile.

"You stepped into my territory," he said slowly. "Touched what was mine. And now, bathtub girl, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Floxy's breath caught in her throat.

Her pulse raced. Her body trembled. She wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't obey.

He stepped closer, his scent thick, his shadow swallowing her. His hand lifted, brushing along her jaw, tilting her chin up until her eyes met his.

"Sir... please I'm sorry. I don't want to lose my job," she whispered, tears prickling her lashes.

His eyes softened only for a second, then hardened again. "Hush now... you'll do as I say."

Her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with sharp breaths. Something inside her bent under his voice. She gave the smallest nod.

"Stretch your arms."

Her wrists trembled as she lifted them. Cold steel closed around them, clicking shut, binding her hands above her to the shower rail.

Her breath hitched. Helpless and vulnerable.

Then came the sting. His palm snapped against her nipple, sharp and sudden. She gasped, jolting in shock. But instead of pain, heat rushed through her body, pooling between her thighs. A soft moan slipped from her lips.

He caught it. He smirked.

"You'll scream only when I tell you," he murmured darkly, gripping her chin.

Floxy swallowed hard, realizing what he was. Not just a man. Not just a guest. A Dom. And not the gentle kind. His eyes promised darkness-punishment deeper than she had ever imagined.

Her body trembled, her mind screamed, but her pussy throbbed with need.

And for the first time, Floxy understood-there was no way out of this.

Her arms strained against the cuffs, the cold steel biting into her wrists. She was trapped, standing bare before him, her chest heaving as the stranger studied her like a predator savoring his catch.

He didn't speak right away. He didn't have to. His silence was louder than words, the weight of his gaze stripping her soul naked along with her body.

Then, without warning, his mouth descended. His lips closed around her nipple, hot and wet, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud before his teeth grazed it.

Floxy gasped, the sound slipping unbidden from her throat. She had never felt anything like it-every drag of his tongue sent fire down her spine, every scrape of his teeth made her thighs quiver.

She hated herself for it. She hated how good it felt.

"Sweet little thing," he murmured against her breast, his voice muffled and sinful. "Your body speaks louder than your mouth."

Her breath came in shallow bursts. She closed her eyes, whispering, "Please..." but even she didn't know if she was begging him to stop or begging for more.

He pulled back, a dark smile curling his lips. "You'll call me Don. Nothing else."

Floxy swallowed hard and nodded.

"Good girl."

He left her trembling body for only a moment, crossing back to the blood-red suitcase. This time he returned with a whip, thin and sharp, made of braided leather. He uncoiled it slowly, letting the sound slice through the air.

Her body stiffened, her knees threatening to give way.

The first strike landed against her thigh. A sharp sting, hot and sudden. She cried out, jerking against the cuffs.

The second lash kissed across her nipple. Her scream filled the bathroom, echoing off the tiles. Tears pricked her eyes. But beneath the pain, her pussy clenched, her body betraying her with a rush of wetness.

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

She bit her lip, refusing to answer.

The whip cracked again, this time between her thighs. The leather kissed her pussy, and her moan was raw, loud, impossible to hide.

"There it is," he growled, his cock straining against his trousers. "That's the sound I wanted."

Her legs shook, her breath ragged, her body a trembling mess of pain and forbidden pleasure.

He tossed the whip aside, reaching into the suitcase once more. This time, he pulled out something small, round-an egg-shaped toy.

Her eyes widened, panic flashing in them as he knelt before her. His gaze flicked to her bare pussy, glistening from her arousal.

Without a word, his mouth pressed against her.

Floxy cried out, her head falling back as his tongue dragged across her folds. He licked her slowly at first, tasting her, savoring her, then deeper, harder, his mouth worshipping her like she was his meal. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her clit.

Her thighs tried to close, but his hands gripped them hard, forcing her open.

"Ahhh... oh God... oh..." Her moans tumbled from her lips, her body arching, her wrists straining against the cuffs as he devoured her.

Just when she got to they point, Then he stopped.

She whimpered, trembling, her pussy throbbing, begging for more.

The egg slid inside her before she could catch her breath. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, her walls clenching around the toy.

When she lifted her dazed eyes, she saw the remote in his hand.

A wicked smile curved his mouth as he pressed the button.

The egg buzzed to life inside her, vibrations tearing through her body. She screamed, the sound caught between agony and ecstasy.

Andy watched her intently, his eyes devouring every twitch, every moan, every desperate plea.

"Please..." Floxy begged, her voice broken, her body shaking as the toy pulsed inside her.

"Not yet." His voice was firm, merciless.

Every twenty seconds he raised the intensity, watching her come undone. Her moans filled the air, louder and louder, her body convulsing as pleasure gripped her.

"I'm coming! Oh God, I'm coming!" she screamed, her back arching, toes curling, body trembling violently.

And just as she reached the edge, he stopped.

The vibration ceased, leaving her gasping, ruined, desperate.

Her tears slid down her cheeks, her pussy aching, her body burning for release that never came.

He stepped closer, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a dark whisper.

"Welcome to your punishment, bathtub girl."

It went on for minutes; again and again, he continued to cut short her pleasure until she could take it no more.

She screamed, "Don, please, I'm sorry! Please just let me come or let me go..." Her eyes were red and puffy now, tears freely streaming down her cheeks.

Suddenly he stopped, took a step back, watching her with parted lips as harsh breaths escaped them.

She was a mess, an entirely ruined woman all tied up like this and begging for him.

His hands wrapped around her waist as he sucked her ears now, "Tell me how you want it. You come on my tongue or my cock...which?" He asked, shoving his hardness on her skin,

"Whichever pleases Don..." She whispered, and fuck! That got to him; she was a damn tease, right now, and it spiked him up.

Immediately his legs part hers; with one hand he unsheathes his cock from its compartment, the other rubbing her pussy as he brings out the egg, and in one swift move he thrusts his six-inch-thick dick into her wet hole.

"Ohhhh..." She cries in a soft moan, her eyes close in ecstasy and pain, and he stretches her hard. Andy was large, and she felt so full with him buried to the hilt.

"Fuck," he groaned with gritted teeth, "fucking tight! You feel so good, bathtub girl; I'm afraid you've just unleashed a beast."

Then he pushed faster and harder, pounding into Floxy like a damn slut; perhaps she was his slut at this moment. He pounded into her without restraint, pulling her hair back, and she's a mess, screaming so loud mixed with the slapping sounds of their skin.

"Fuck I'm coming! Oh, don't stop." She moaned, now meeting his thrust; his hold tightened on her waist.

"Oh, I don't plan to stop!" He lets out still fucking her relentlessly.

He feels her tighten around him, he twists his waist hitting deeper into her, and that's it, she's trembling hard, screaming so loud, jerking as her liquid gushes out of her.

"Fuck...you are so sweet." He was in front of her now as she opened her eyes; they were glossy because this man still dressed in a full tux had just ruined her.

Nobody had ever made her come that way, not even herself when she masturbated. This man was a beast, and what's worse? She wants more of him.

She blinked slowly, watching as he stripped now in front of her. Slowly he took everything off, leaving him completely naked. Her eyes trail down his hard body covered in tattoos. Like a gang leader or, worse, a drug dealer.

Floxy wasn't concerned about his profession at this point; her entire mind was on his hard cock that dangled, touching his navel.

"I see you desperately want me inside you again." He smirks, then grabs her jaw and hair; he ruffles her soft curls, inhaling her hair wash. "Say it!" He snapped, landing a slap on her nipple.

Fuck!

Her pussy throbbed at the impact.

"I want you inside me, Don."

"Good girl." He chuckled, then he was on his knees again; he parted her legs, his eyes eating up her crotch in this position.

"I will fuck you again, but first I want to eat your cum, do you fucking understand?" He growls, and without waiting for a response, he attacks her core. Slowly he French kisses her. Savoring her taste, then sucking on her clitoris like a crazed man.

She twirled, screamed in ecstasy, but he held her trembling legs in place while he devoured her like the last meal on earth.

"Please...please...fuck! It feels good." She moaned loudly; this only fueled him more. He lapped faster, then immediately plunged a finger inside her while still sucking on her.

The feeling is so exceptional that all she can do is cry. He continues his sweet assault, until she feels the knot in her stomach again. Driving fast without delay, she knows this time it'll hit hard like the first.

He feels it too, so he increases his pace, tongue flicking fast and steady now, fingers plunging deep inside her, his throaty moans adding to the fire burning inside her.

A few seconds pass and she screams, shaking like a leaf with excess wind; he groans in satisfaction as he eats her up, sucking and licking her dry.

"Jesus!... You are the sweetest I've ever tasted," he growls, eyes so dark with a deep primal hunger in them.

Quickly he is on his feet and unlocks the cuffs, she falls limp into his arms. He carries her gently to the bed. His large body covers hers within seconds; her back hits the mattress.

Floxy is a whimpering mess as his fingers play with her still-wet core. "Don..." she purred in bliss.

His eyes never left her face, her cute, soft moans fueling his need.

The cuff was still strapped to her hands; it happened so fast, he snagged them to the bedpost. She gasps when he kisses his way to her legs and ties each one to the bed.

How did he do that? Did he already have the ropes hanging and waiting?

Holy balls! What on earth has she gotten herself into? Floxy could only imagine.

Now she was bound to a stranger's bed, awaiting whatever punishments he had in store in his mind.

"I am going to fuck you so hard, you will not be able to walk for days," he whispered while stroking his hard dick.

Then he climbed onto the bed, and he moved straight to her face. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and she immediately did as told.

He slowly fucks her throat, then he goes fast, thrusting into her wet throat as she gags and chokes on him.

"Fuck... hmmm..." he moans, then he goes down and immediately claims her lips in a hard French kiss.

"I am going to fuck you now," he whispers, and suddenly he thrusts hard and sharp.

This time he goes slow, savoring her wetness. She was tied, vulnerable, and would have no choice but to accept whatever he gave.

After a while, he increases his pace, now thrusting fast.

*Slap. Slap. Slap*

The sounds of their skin echoed in the once quiet room, "Ohhhh, fuck! Oh my god.... Hmmm!" Floxy was a moaning mess as he fucks her like a slut.

"Oh yes! Take this cock..... You feel so good, just like that....oooo!!" He groaned as she gripped him tight.

She was close, and he felt it, so he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, that was her cue, she trembled as her orgasm washed over her in hard waves.

He growled too, and suddenly, almost like she imagined it, his teeth were sharp, and pierced her skin, her neck precisely.

Pain shot through her, and she screamed, trying to break free, but she was tied up. He continued fucking her hard while he bit her, until his orgasm ripped through. She felt his hot liquid shoot inside her womb.

He groaned, still thrusting until he became calm, when he finally let go and pulled out his head. In place of his teeth were fangs, full-grown long fangs with eyes as red as blood.

In front of her was a beast, one she'd only heard of in stories and midnight tales.

"Wh...at are y...ou?" she managed to stutter, body trembling.

He growled and then moved down to suck on the wound; when he lifted his head, he finally answered, confirming her belief.

"A vampire," he replies, licking blood off his lips.

Dread filled her soul; he perceived it, and he growled.

"Now that I know how you taste, you're not dying anytime soon. Relax, I want more of your pussy," he whispers in her ear as he proceeds to fucking her again.

Floxy knew at this point her life would never remain the same again.

She just got fucked by a vampire.

The Driver's Daughter

"Ciara, honey, we should leave now if we're going to make it on time!" Dad called from the living room.

Ciara took one last look in the mirror. The red bodycon dress hugged every inch of her hourglass figure.

Being plus-size never stopped her from owning her curves - if anything, it made her more striking.

She was the replica of her mother, only younger: pretty face, heavy breasts, thick hips, and a perfect bubble butt. At just eighteen, she was already a gorgeous piece of work, and tonight she planned to prove her worth.

Tonight was the twenty-fifth anniversary of D.C. Enterprises, the company where her father had worked as head driver for ten years. One of the largest in the country. One of the most powerful.

"You look amazing, honey," Dad said as she descended the stairs.

"Thanks, Dad," she smiled.

"All right, let's go," Mom added, already heading for the door.

The entire ride, Ciara's heart raced. She had one plan tonight, and she prayed it would play out perfectly. It had been years of crushing in silence. Two years since his rejection that broke her.

The memory was still fresh - his birthday dinner party, the taste of his lips, the way he pushed her away. *You are a child. You don't know what you want yet.* His words had cut her deeper than anything.

Cory Bills. CEO of D.C. Enterprises. Her father's boss.

She was eight when her family moved to Chicago after their company went bankrupt. Dad had to start over, and it was Cory - his high school friend, who gave him this job. Their livelihood depended on him. And yet, that didn't stop Ciara from falling in love with him at thirteen. His perseverance, his power, his kindness - all of it consumed her.

By the time they arrived, the grand hall was already packed with guests in expensive clothes and cars lined up outside.

"As always, Cory has outdone himself. This is magnificent," Mom whispered, eyes wide.

"This is always Cory's style," Dad laughed as they made their way through the crowd.

Then came that presence. That voice.

"Enzo."

Dad turned, smiling as he shook Cory's hand. Cory leaned in to kiss Mom's cheek. But when his eyes met Ciara's... they darted away almost instantly, as if he couldn't bear to look. It stung.

"Congratulations again, boss," Dad said.

"Tonight, we're friends, Enzo. No formalities," Cory replied with a smile, then ushered them to sit at his table.

Ciara sat across from him, her pulse pounding. She knew his story - the orphan who clawed his way from nothing to become the man everyone in this room respected. Maybe that was why she'd fallen so hard. Or maybe it was just him.

"Ciara, honey, Daryl asked you a question," Mom's voice snapped her back.

Daryl - a supervisor at the company, who had been chasing her for months. She only wanted Cory, but Cory's glare at Daryl was enough to make her shiver.

"You changed your hair color?" Daryl repeated, smiling.

"Yes. I needed a change," she replied, stabbing her fork into her chicken and chewing slowly, letting her lips shine under the light.

"You look beautiful," Daryl whispered, raising his glass.

A low growl came from the corner. Ciara looked up. Cory's dark eyes were locked on her, sharp and hungry.

Her game had only just begun.

"Thank you, Daryl. I heard red is your favorite color," she purred, sipping her juice.

Cory's fists clenched under the table.

From the moment she'd walked in, his control had been slipping. That sinful red dress, her breasts nearly spilling out, her ass swaying with every step. For a year he had stayed away, reminding himself she was too young, too innocent. But one taste of her mouth that night had ruined him. And now, she was no girl. She was a woman tonight.

"Do you mind accompanying me to the bathroom, Daryl?" Ciara suddenly asked, already rising from her seat.

Cory's jaw tightened as Daryl followed her, grinning like a fool. His eyes burned into the sway of her hips, that ass wrapped in red. His cock strained in his pants.

"Excuse me," Cory muttered, rising from his seat like a storm.

He shoved open the bathroom door, and the scene he meets.....fury lit his veins.

Ciara was pinned against the wall, Daryl's mouth devouring hers in a sloppy French kiss.

Cory ripped her away and slammed Daryl back.

"Get lost before I kill you," he snarled.

One look at Cory's murderous eyes, and Daryl bolted like a coward.

Ciara only smirked, licking her lips as she fixed her smeared lipstick.

"What the fuck was that?!" Cory roared, his hand slamming against the wall beside her head.

"That," she said coolly, "was me French kissing a man."

"Don't play games with me, Ciara." His voice was low, dangerous.

"You don't get to yell at me. You're my father's boss, not mine. You're the one who rejected me, remember? So now I kiss who I want. Fuck who I want."

She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist and yanked her back. His breath hit her face, hot and ragged.

"Enough!"

With one violent tug, he ripped her gown. Her breasts spilled free, bouncing under his gaze. She gasped, but before she could scream, his mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her protest. His hand seized her breast, squeezing hard, groaning into her lips.

"Fuck, Ciara... these tits," he growled, dragging his tongue over her nipples, biting, sucking until she moaned against the wall.

Her knees went weak. His touch was rough, desperate, claiming every inch. He knew exactly how to ruin her body.

"Turn around," he ordered, his voice a dark command.

Shaking, aroused beyond reason, she obeyed.

"First, I'm going to fuck you for wearing this dress and letting every man here stare at your gorgeous body. Then, I'll fuck you again for kissing that boy."

"Yes, Cory," she moaned breathlessly. "Fill me up. Teach me. I've been a bad girl."

His tie silenced her next word as he gagged her mouth. Her face pressed against the cold wall, wrists pinned behind her back by one of his strong hands.

"The door is unlocked, Ciara. I don't give a fuck who walks in. They'll see what you've done to me."

Her legs parted on instinct. When his fingers brushed her slick heat, he groaned.

"Bare... dripping... naughty little girl."

She whimpered against the gag.

Then he drove into her with one brutal thrust. They both cried out, his cock stretching her tight walls.

He stilled, breathing hard against her neck, letting her adjust to his size. But she pushed back, needy. That was all he needed.

He slammed into her again. And again. Their bodies clapped against each other, his pace merciless, her soft ass bouncing with every thrust.

Her muffled moans filled the restroom. His growls grew darker.

"You take me so well. So damn tight." He praised.

"You're mine, Ciara. Mine."

The door suddenly creaked open.

An old woman froze in the doorway, eyes wide in shock.

Cory didn't stop. If anything, his thrusts grew harder. He pressed Ciara's cheek against the wall, forcing her to look at the horrified woman.

The old lady gasped, stumbled back, and fled.

Ciara's whole body trembled, pleasure drowning out the shame. Her climax ripped through her, muffled screams of his name caught by the gag.

Seconds later, Cory spilled deep inside her with a guttural groan, holding her tight as he buried every drop.

Panting, he pulled the gag from her lips and leaned close, his voice rough and dangerous.

"This is just the beginning, Ciara. From tonight... you're mine. And I'll destroy anyone who touches you."