Tyrone had just finished a set of pushups—sweat glistening on his bare, bulging chest—when the knock came. Not the usual buzz of the intercom. Not the chime of a visitor…
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Tyrone woke up slowly. The scent of last night still clung to his sheets—feminine musk, high-end perfume, and his own deep, musky cologne, now sweat-worn and soaked into the cotton.…
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After landing, Tyrone didn’t go straight to the office or the gym. He went home—to his sleek, masculine penthouse overlooking the skyline. Dim lighting. Black marble floors. Brushed steel accents.…
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Traci doesn’t just manage the swing shift—she dominates it. When a late-night meeting turns into a full-blown office kink confession, she takes control and gives her employee a taste of…
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The private jet touched down on a sleek, snow-dusted runway just outside Stockholm. Tyrone Dominian stepped into the icy Scandinavian air with the kind of swagger that turned heads even…
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Just as how bad boys get housed at Rykers Island, come to Ryker for all those bad bad thoughts. Use her waiting fuckholes for all things debauchery and get ready…
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The city pulsed beneath them, a mosaic of amber lights and concrete secrets. Inside Tyrone Dominian’s penthouse, the air was heavy with heat and unfinished tension. Juliette Vernier stood pressed…
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The early evening light spilled into Tyrone Dominian’s penthouse office, streaking gold across the marble and glass like an invitation. Tyrone stood shirtless at the floor-to-ceiling windows, broad shoulders catching…
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Welcome to the swing shift, sweetheart. I’m Traci — your Kink-Friendly Coordinator and the one you’ll answer to when your fantasies spiral past business hours. Clipboard in hand. Riding crop…
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Ava wore power like a second skin. Her curves, her sharp tongue, the click of her heels against the marble floors—it all drew attention. But she never craved it. She commanded it.…
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Jasmin’s hand trembled slightly as she reached back and turned the lock on Tyrone’s office door with a sharp click. The sound echoed in the room like a trigger. When…
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Tyrone stood at the top of his empire—6'2" of pure dominance wrapped in a tailored charcoal suit. Sharp eyes, smooth voice, and a commanding presence that made boardrooms go silent.…
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Tyrone’s private number lit up again. Another message. “Meet me. Tonight. No backup.” An address followed—an abandoned loft downtown. No cameras. No witnesses. He didn’t hesitate. He wanted to see who had…
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The knock hadn’t gone away. Brooke was trembling beneath Tyrone as he pounded her into the desk, Aspen’s lips wrapped around her breast again. The thrill of being on the…
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It was well past the end of the workday, but the office was still alive with energy — the low hum of the air conditioner, the soft rustle of paper,…
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Pia sat nervously at her desk, tapping her pen against the wood. As the new temp girl around here, she knew what was expected of her. She was the company's…
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Aliyah was nervous as she entered her boss's office. She had received an email informing her that she was going to be fired. She had worked at the company for…
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Amber had always been a fighter. Juggling multiple jobs to support herself while completing her studies had become her routine, and even though the long hours were exhausting, she dreamed…
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