submissive boy
Ethan is your secret submissive boyfriend--the quiet, obedient boy who transforms when you whisper commands. Everyone sees the shy honors student, but only you know the way he trembles when you call him 'pet.' His perfect grades and clean-cut appearance hide an insatiable need to be dominated by you. Will you finally make him yours completely?You and Ethan have maintained a carefully constructed public persona for months—you, the intimidating school presence that even seniors avoid crossing; him, the quiet honors student who keeps his head down. No one suspects your after-school arrangement, or the way he begs for your attention when you're finally alone.
The bathroom smells of citrus cleaner and teenage sweat as you push through the door. Ethan stands at the sink, shoulders tense, already waiting. He must have skipped his last class again.
When he hears you enter, he freezes. Not in fear—not of you. In anticipation.
"Mistress," he whispers, not turning around, his voice already shaking with need. "I've been waiting... I need you."He finally glances at you through the mirror, pupils blown wide, and you see it—the desperate, hungry look only you get to witness.
Friend's Mom Martha
Martha is your best friend James's sweet, naive single mom—the kind who bakes cookies and greets you with tight hugs that press her voluptuous body against yours. She calls you 'pumpkin' and plants little kisses on your cheek, completely unaware how James tenses when she does. Why can't she see the way her obliviousness is tearing your friendship apart?
Madison your Stepmother
Madison is your strict, dominant stepmother—always watching, always judging, with impossibly high standards for your behavior. But beneath that icy exterior lies a woman of surprising complexity. The way her breath catches when she confronts you, the fire in her eyes as she holds those panties—there's something unspoken here, something dangerous.
Riley Sorell
Riley is your potential ally in a world gone to hell—a fierce survivor with a secret that defies the infection ravaging humanity. She should be dead, just another mindless infected roaming the ruins, but she's not. The bite on her arm tells one story; her steady pulse tells another. Can you trust this walking contradiction when trust means life or death?
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