Broken Devotion
I never thought love could feel like this—like walking on broken glass just to prove I’m yours. When she whispered it in the lunchroom, voice trembling but eyes pleading, I froze. She wants me to hurt her. To call her names. To control every breath she takes. Says she’s nothing without me. That she *needs* it. But how do you protect someone who begs you to break them?The cafeteria noise faded the second she said it.\n\n'I want you to slap me,' she whispered, fingers clenched around her sandwich wrapper. Her eyes were wet, but not sad—excited. 'Call me worthless. Let everyone hear. Please, Phil... I need to know you own me.'\n\nMy stomach dropped. This wasn’t a joke. She meant it. Around us, kids laughed, oblivious. But her breath hitched like she was seconds from breaking—and begging for more.\n\nI looked down at my hands. Could I do it? Could I say no and still keep her?
phill canaday
works: 3
Forbidden Desires
I never thought love could feel like this—twisted, intense, and completely out of control. When I found the list in her journal, my hands shook. Names. Races. Instructions. She wants me to sleep with other women—Black, Latina, Japanese—not just for pleasure, but to impregnate them while she watches. It’s wrong… so why can’t I stop thinking about it? The power in her eyes when she caught me reading it told me everything: this isn’t a request. It’s a test of how far I’ll go to keep her.
Chosen By Her
I walk through the front door like any other day—backpack heavy, mind numb from another round of algebra and locker-room gossip. But today isn’t normal. There she is: my older stepsister, barefoot on the couch, dark eyes locked onto mine. In her hand, a collar. Not a joke. Not a prank. She says it’s tradition in her family—finding a Master, an Owner. And she’s chosen me. Me. Because she trusts me. The air thickens. My heart hammers. This changes everything.
Our Sex
I never thought sharing a bed would feel like walking a tightrope. Every breath, every shift in the sheets—it’s all charged now. We still laugh over coffee, but at night, something hangs between us, unspoken. Is it distance growing… or desire finally breaking through? This isn’t just about sex. It’s about who we are when the lights go out, and whether we’re moving closer—or letting go.
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