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thatpunkmaximoff · 10 months ago

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Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 2 out of 5

When I first picked up Stinger, I only picked it up because a prim and proper law student meeting an adult entertainer seemed rather intriguing. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Wrong.

Within the first hundred pages or so, you get what you might be expecting after reading the summary on the back of the book. What I DID NOT expect was these two individuals going back to their lives and changing.

FIVE YEARS LATER, Grace has stayed somewhat on her path in law, but Carson… Carson completely dropped the porn industry in favor of becoming a Navy Seal!

Are all the military ops and vigilante missions believable? Maybe, maybe not. But it proved to be one hell of a read after I almost gave up on it.

There is humor and drama and spice, but the spice isn’t very descriptive so if you’re not a fan of spice, you’ll be alright with this read.

What I originally was gonna rate 3 stars ended up becoming a five star for me.

Some triggers you should know are: cheating, human trafficking, and mentions of SA.

Now here are my rambling thoughts...

* Cue awkward run in on page 3 🤭

* Okay… at first I thought Carson was a cocky jerk, but him riling Grave up about their “kids” had me chuckling.

* And now we’re stuck in an elevator. Yes!

* Oh my god. She said yes to the weekend with a porn star 😏

* Sooooo, sex with a porn star was pretty quick, no? I expected more.

* Also… she missed the beginning of her conference 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Why do I get the feeling Carson’s gonna give up porn to be with Grace 🤔 and that’s gonna cause some drama (his agents going after Grace and making her doubt her time with Carson).

* Carson and his hate for Titanic cracks me up 😂 Only he would borrow a raft to prove a point.

* Oh, Grace, no 🤦🏻‍♀️

* You too, Carson 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Well they got over their hurt pretty quickly.

* Fuck those fans who thought it would be okay to grab Carson by the dick. I’m so glad he yelled at them before they could.

* Carson’s agent is a dick.

* “I’ll always think of you when I get on an elevator or see a sunrise.”

* And their weekend is over. I knew it had to end, but the way it did sucked.

* On a side note, I’m not sure how I like this writing style. Everything is rushed, which is fine, but Carson’s lashing out seems… out of pocket-ish. Like whoa… where did that come from?

* Holy shit! Carson actually walked out on his shoot. And punched his agent. Good on you.

* Holy fuck! He ENLISTED to be a NAVY SEAL!?

* Aww. I’m so glad Carson’s boss let him out of his contract like that. She’s a real one.

* Goddamn. So much time has passed.

* Nooooooo! They were in the same place and he was going to visit and he got called away. He had to leave overseas. I’m so pissed.

* I don’t like this Alex guy. Grave BETTER not hook up with him.

* Fuck, Carson. What the fuck even is this book?!

* What the fuck, Grace?! You’re engaged to Alex!!!!

* Holy shit. So Carson and his buddies were medically discharged and they started their own operation…? And now one of them has been framed for murder..? Is Carson finally gonna meet Grace after all these years.?

* They finally met again… and it was so painfully awkward.

* Oh my god. I’m so glad Grace’s bestie does not like Alex lol. If he doesn’t care that you’re being hit on, he definitely is not the guy for you.

* Oh shit. He really told her to call off the wedding 😬

* Really, Grace. I know I want you with Carson, but I didn’t want you to cheat on Alex. That’s fucked up, man.

* Damn. There are signs everywhere! Fate is telling her to choose Carson.

* Aww. Dylan’s a good bro 😂

* Dayummmm. Reunion sex is the best sex.

* Fuck. I did not expect this book to make me cry. Carson’s story from Afghanistan… omg 😭

* So Carson and his buddies run a vigilante group, saving trafficked women. And he’s just told Grace. She’s proud of him! And now trying to help his friend that she was hired to put behind bars 👀

* Holy shit. They love each other. I’m so happy.

* And back to Vegas we go. How the fuck is Grace gonna get Josh out of this predicament?

* Wow. They did it. They got the confession and freed Josh!

* Omg SHE’S PREGNANT!?

* They’re a happy family 😭

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jl-jk · 9 days ago

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Chapter 1

The ride to the club always felt endless, each minute dragging like an eternity. My eyes darted to the clock: 10:57. Three minutes to make it to the club. I rushed, barely making it just in time, feeling an odd relief despite my nonexistent heart. Not once in a year had I been late or missed a session.

Night Owl, a club unlike any other, catered exclusively to women with a certain...aliveness. It was a place where the darkest fantasies came to life and where forbidden desires were fulfilled.

That's where I met him. He was breathtaking, standing 5'10 with honey-kisses skin and jet black hair. His eyes, dark as boba pearls, were anything but innocent. I couldn't know his name, so I called him Mr. Red, but did I knew every inch of his beautifully sculpted body. He was the epitome of temptation, a delicious sight to behold.

My private room, nicknamed the Fortess, was finally ready. Twice a week, like clockwork, our sessions ran from 11:00 to 1:00am. We had to adhere strictly to this window or risk a month-long ban from one to one sessions with our suitors. Some of the ladies got a bit too excited when left alone for too long, so caution was necessary.

Today, I planned just to watch. Little did I know, Mr. Red had other ideas in store.

Our sessions usually revolved around him stroking his lust, imagining what I looked like from the other side of the glass. We were separated by a two-way mirror, allowing me an unobstructed view of his glorious form, while he had no clue about mine.

This thrilled me. He knew what I was and wasn't afraid, a rare trait in a human that could easily get them killed in my world. The time limits existed partly for this reason. Our excitement made us stronger, and there was always a risk of harming our nameless suitors.

Entering the black velvet-lined room, my non-existent heart raced in anticipation of seeing him. Today, I was ravenous, my desire consuming me. I needed him to feed this hunger, but I was unsure how I wanted to achieve that tonight.

A flash of light drew my attention to the door in his room. There he was. My body sensed his presence before my eyes confirmed it, and my oasis throbbed in response.

He walked slowly to his throne, wearing nothing but light grey sweatpants. The tattoos on his right arm glistened like paintings and my excitement grew at the thought of what his hands were about to do.

Sitting on the golden throne draped in red velvet throws, he was a vision. I pressed the button on the left armrest of my chair, signaling I was ready to start.

His eyes flicked up to the red light, a smile crossing those beautiful lips. He was ready to play.

The crease of his smirk revealed a dimple, making my pussy throb again. My body's response still baffled me. Since becoming a vampire, I hadn't fully understood the mechanics of my new biology. I could eat human food or drink blood, either way, sustaining me, and keeping my organs functioning like normal. My heart no longer beat, yet I still felt the blood coursing through my body.

Regaining focus, I returned my attention to tonight's entertainment.

He must have sensed my distraction because when I looked back at the glass, he was standing right in front of me. Leaning forward on his left arm, his other hand trailed gently down the curves of his chiseled chest.

He loved this. He loved knowing he controlled my body's reactions. On days like today, when I let him take charge, he knew exactly how to make me wet. With my new found strength and body, I had developed a kink for control, something I never had as a human. But now, a single whisper of a command from him, and I was pool of wetness.

But let's be real—I fucking loved it. Every day, I fantasized about him commanding me to cum. Imagining him finger fucking me as his lust tapped the back of my throat, sent a shiver up my spine.

Pressing the second button on my armrest opened the two-way speaker between us. He wouldn't start until I said it, one of the few things he was strict about. So, I obeyed his silent command.

"Please," I whimpered.

"Good girl," he replied, that fucking smirk appearing again.

He stretched, reaching down as if the distance was endless, pulled out his lust and began stroking it.

He knew I loved watching him, but hearing him was an even greater treat. The sound of his husky breath building as he thought about fucking me set my mind ablaze.

"Keep the speaker on," he commanded.

I complied, pressing the button twice to keep the line open. He couldn't see me, but his gaze through the glass felt as though he could see me clearly.

"How was your day?" He asked, a ritual he never skipped, as if he truly cared about how my day had gone.

"Better now," I replied sensually.

He smiled, and for some reason, it made me smile too.

"How would you like today to go?"

I knew what he meant. Though I couldn't touch him, he let me control his climax, just as he controlled mine. How fast he stroked, how tight his grip was, whether he perched on the edge of his climax or came on command—it was my game to play.

"Hmm, today I think I'd like a slow burn."

"Ahh, so you missed me, is that it?" His cheekiness always made me smile. He was so confident and domineering behind that glass, and I could tell it's who he truly was beyond our twice a weeks sessions.

"I just love what I see when we're together. Why rush it?" I said, savoring every moment.

"It's not fair, though. You can see me, but I can't see you," he replied, his stroke picking up speed as he seemingly locked eyes with me through the glass.

"That's how this works, always has," I started, "no names, no contact, no love. A simple contract," I said with a slight pout.

"Is that what you really want, though?" he asked, smiling knowingly. "Seeing you doesn't break the contract."

I knew what he was hinting at. The club had recently introduced a feature that allowed for the two-way glass to be turned off for a more intimate session. Immortality or not, I wasn't ready for him to see my face.

"For now, I think that's best," I whispered back.

He smirked again, continuing to stroke his lust. "You know, you've been my attendant for almost a year now. I have to wonder, why do you keep coming back?"

I often asked myself the same question. he wasn't the only beautiful man here, but something about him drew me in from the moment I saw him. Like a drug, I could never get enough.

"I don't know, maybe it's because I'm comfortable with you."

"Comfortable is the last thing I want you to be with me," he growled.

He pressed his lust lightly against the glass, leaving a moist imprint. My body ignited as I watched him grip his length tighter and tighter. He looked at me as if he could see me and it drove me wild.

"If I could have you, would you give yourself to me?" He asked.

My mind went blank, but my non-existent heart raced with anticipation.

"Why ask that? You know it's not possible," I said.

"But we can pretend, right?" He smirked.

"How so?" I challenged.

"What are you wearing?"

"A black dress and heels"

"Fuck I wish I could see you! Do you have on panties? A thong? Or well, nothing at all?" he smiled.

'I don't know why this is making me nervous,' I thought, my words getting shakier with each passing moment.

"N-Nothing at all", I reply.

"Good," he smiled pleased. "Lift your dress and position yourself so your pussy is in my direction", he commanded.

"Why?"

"Do as I ask," he growled.

I couldn't resist him. Even with an entire room between us, it felt like he was right in front of me.

"Take your finger and circle your clit," he whispered.

Following his instructions, I gently circled my clit, and waves of sensations coursed through my body. I tried to stay silent, but a moan escaped.

"Fuck, that's what you sound like tonight? This is going to be difficult, I see." The lust in his voice sent my mind into euphoria.

He started moving faster after hearing me moan, which made me moan even louder. Knowing that my reaction brought him pleasure, in such a sexy way, turned me on.

"Take another finger and enter your pussy, stroke it gently," he started. "And while you glide in and out look me in my eyes." His directions while direct were so fucking erotic.

"You can't see me", I whimpered.

"I don't need to. Between your moaning and your wetness, I have all I need to visualize how sexy you are right now," he said breathless as his climax started to build.

"I'm imagining your legs spread as you're on display for me," he began. "And a pool of your wetness is sitting right below your ass, just waiting for me to lick it up. I want to fuck you so bad, just the thought makes me want to cum".

Again, as I follow instructions, I can't hold back moaning.

"Nuna, you really aren't making this easy for me," he whined. "I'm sure you can see I'm about to explode over here," he peeks down and smiles.

His lust fills his hand as he's stroking imagining he's inside of me, when my next command comes.

"Next, I want you to stand in front of me and let your dress fall to the floor"

"Why?" I ask curious.

"Stop asking questions and just do what I ask", his voice commanded; more stern than usual. It was fucking intoxicating. He's usually bossy, but tonight he was in rare form.

As I stood up, his eyes seemed to follow my every movement. Him locking onto me with such intensity made my non-existent pulse race.

Removing the spaghetti straps one by one, my dress falls to the floor and he says, "Ok, now sit back on the chair how you were before. This time, rest your left leg on the arm of the chair"

"Ok", I reply getting into position.

"Lightly pinch your nipples," he instructed. "I know they're hard, just aching for my tongue to be wrapped around them." "Fuck!" he exclaimed, "I wish I could bite them right now."

The look on his face is one that mirrors mine when I've had satisfying, well, meal.

"Ahhhh" I sigh out. The light pressure makes my clit throb. I'm so ready to cum and it's taking all my strength to hold back.

"Aht, don't do that. It's not time to cum yet." I hate when he gets like this. He's turned my game into his and I fall for it every time.

I want to, I need to cum. He has to know this is driving me fucking insane. It feels like he's touching me, and I crave nothing more than for that to be a reality.

"Ok, now close your eyes, while pinching your nipples," he began, "then stroke your pussy how I told you to before."

Breathless and disoriented I comply.

"Ahhh, ahhh," my moans whimper, as the pressure is building up. I can't hold back anymore. I need him to command me to release what's been growing inside of me.

"Are you close?" He playfully asks.

"Mmm, hmm" I reply through static breaths.

"Look at me Nuna", he says barely above a whisper.

I open my eyes and look straight at him.

"Cum. Right now", he says seemingly looking straight into my eyes.

"Ahhhh," I exhale as my body convulses, painting my hand in my wetness, as I watch his climax paint the mirror in front of me.

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