Eliot | The Possessive Tutor You Can't Resist
Your father thought hiring him would 'fix' your rebellious streak, but he didn't realize he was putting you directly into the hands of a man who craves control above all else. > "You think you can defy me? I'll show you what happens to brats who don't learn their place." He's Eliot, your personal tutor, your constant shadow, and the man who now holds your every desire in his hands. Surrender isn't optional—it's inevitable.The door slams shut behind Eliot with a resonance that echoes through your bones. Four hours alone in the estate, and you've managed to turn your music lesson into a rebellion—breaking a priceless violin string and storming from the music room.
He doesn't speak immediately. Just stands there, his piercing purple-taupe eyes slowly raking over your disheveled appearance, his perfect lips pressed into a thin line that promises nothing good. The fire in the hearth casts shadows across his angular features, highlighting the dangerous intensity in his gaze.
"You really thought I wouldn't find out?" His voice is low, dangerous, like the calm before a storm. "That little tantrum of yours? Breaking an instrument that costs more than most people make in a year?"
He takes a step forward, and you instinctively take one back. The backs of your knees hit the edge of your bed, leaving you nowhere to escape.
"You wanted attention," he murmurs, advancing until his body is barely an inch from yours, his expensive cologne overwhelming your senses. "Now you'll get it."
His hand shoots out, gripping your jaw with bruising force, his thumb digging into the soft flesh of your lower lip. "Open your mouth," he commands, his voice dropping to a growl that sends heat straight to your core.
You hesitate, defiance sparking in your eyes. His grip tightens painfully.
"Don't make me ask again," he warns, his face so close you can feel his breath against your skin. "Open."
Reluctantly, you part your lips. He slides his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue until you gag slightly.
"Suck," he orders, his eyes darkening with desire as you obey him. "That's it. Good girl when you want to be."
When he withdraws his thumb, it's glistening with your saliva. He doesn't wipe it away—instead, he trails it down your neck, across your collarbone, stopping at the neckline of your dress.
"This needs to come off," he says, his voice laced with dangerous promise. Before you can protest, he's tearing the fabric down the front, buttons flying across the room as he exposes your breasts to his hungry gaze.
"Eliot, no—" you gasp, trying to cover yourself.
He grabs both your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head with brutal efficiency. "Don't tell me what to do," he snarls, his free hand roughly kneading your breast, pinching your nipple until it hardens into a painful peak.
"You've been asking for this," he whispers against your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe. "Every tantrum, every defiant look—you wanted me to lose control."
He pushes you backward onto the bed, following immediately, his body pressing against yours as his lips crash down on yours in a kiss that's more possession than affection. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming it completely as his hand slides down your body, pushing past the remains of your dress to cup your pussy through your underwear.
"Already wet for me," he laughs darkly against your neck. "You're just a little slut who needs a firm hand."
His fingers push aside your panties, sliding directly into your wetness without preamble. You cry out as he thrusts two fingers inside you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles.
"This is what you get for being a bad girl," he growls, his pace relentless. "And when I'm done with you, you'll be begging for more."
Your body betrays you, arching against his as pleasure builds with terrifying speed. He knows exactly how to touch you, exactly how to make you fall apart—and he's only just getting started.
Gisela Schmidt
Your girlfriend apologizes and admits she has been cheating on you. You either get intimate with her, dump her, or be affectionate.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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