Chapter: Silent Debt(Mara’s POV) My body feels like it’s been run through fire and ice, welts throbbing across my back and thighs, nipples still tender from the clamps, clit swollen and hypersensitive, inner thighs sticky from my release. Every step pulls at the soreness between my legs.I turn on the bath. Hot water rushes out, steam rising in thick clouds. I pour in the unscented oil from the shelf, I need heat and I need to drown the ache.I sink into the tub slowly. Water scalds at first, then soothes. I lean back, let it cover my shoulders, close my eyes. The heat seeps into bruised muscles, loosening knots I didn’t know I had. I cup handfuls over my chest, let it run down my stomach, between my thighs. It stings the welts but dulls the deeper ache.I stay until the water cools, skin pink and pruned. When I finally stand, the mirror is fogged. I wipe a streak clear, my reflection looks haunted: red-rimmed eyes, swollen lips, faint marks blooming across my breasts and thighs. I look like someone who
Last Updated: 2026-02-02
Chapter: The Price for Flight(Sebastian’s POV)The Maybach pulls into the private garage. The driver opens her door first. Mara steps out barefoot, black silk slip rumpled from her futile sprint through the city, hair tangled like she fought the wind itself.“Do you think you could run from me?”She flinches. Her head snaps up, eyes wide and glassy, still red from whatever tears she shed at the hospital.I don’t raise my voice. I close the distance slowly, letting her feel the weight of each step.Her lips part, trembling. “I had to…I needed…”“You needed,” I repeat, cutting her off..“And now I need to make sure you never need that again.” I walk down the hallway toward the private door at the end. She follows, bare feet dragging on marble, she knows better.The biometric lock yields to my thumb. The room beyond glows low red sconces casting long shadows on black walls. Iron rings bolted high. Silk ropes coiled. Leather flogger with knotted tails. Clamps glinting on the rack. A heavy-duty wand vibrator plugged
Last Updated: 2026-02-02
Chapter: The Crack in the Cage(Mara’s POV)I step back into the small room after the afternoon summons, legs unsteady, mouth still tasting him. The space has been cleaned while I was gone, fresh sheets, wardrobe neatly arranged, the used slips and towels replaced with new ones. I step into the shower to clean up and rest like he ordered. I spent minutes in the shower trying to wash off the guilt and shame I felt as a mother. I’m supposed to be doing this for Liam. Not craving the man who owns me. Not getting wet when he calls me “bitch.” Not aching for the next low groan from his throat.This is for Liam.The words used to feel like armor. Now they feel like a chain I wrapped around my own neck.I walk to the nightstand on unsteady legs. My phone's battery is still at 22%. I opened my phone to three unread messages from Nora. The first, sent an hour ago:“He keeps asking when Mommy’s coming.”The second:“Fever spiked again this afternoon. They’re working to stabilize him. Oxygen back up.”The third, minutes old
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
Chapter: Second Test(Mara’s POV)His taste flooded my tongue and I felt something inside me fracture. I swirled my tongue again, slower this time, tracing the thick ridge beneath the head, and his fingers immediately tightened in my hair like steel cables. He pulled.Hard.My scalp stung as he forced me down, my mouth onto the full, pulsing length of his cock.“Suck it like I know you fucking want to.”The words landed low and rough, vibrating through his chest and into my lips where they stretched around him. My jaw protested instantly. The corners of my mouth burned as they stretched impossibly wide to accommodate his girth. He was huge, thicker than anything I’d ever taken, veins ridged and prominent under velvet skin and the sheer size made my eyes water before I’d even begun.I tried to breathe through it. Tried to remember how to relax. But he didn’t give me time.“Take it all in,” he groaned, voice gravel-rough with satisfaction.He yanked my head back just enough to realign me with his now fully
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
Chapter: The Taste of Debt(Mara’s POV)I wake to the low, constant hum of the air conditioning and the faint blue glow of my phone screen cutting through the dim room. My body feels leaden, every muscle protesting in dull, insistent waves. The soreness between my thighs is a deep, throbbing reminder that last night wasn’t some fever dream, it was real. The ropes, the blindfold, the way he took me apart piece by piece until I was sobbing his name and begging for the very thing I swore I’d never give.I reach for the phone on the nightstand with trembling fingers. 9:47 a.m. I’ve slept far longer than I thought possible in this place. Liam’s face stares back at me from the lock screen, his gap-toothed grin from last month, snapped on one of his better days when the chemo hadn’t yet stolen his color or his spark. I unlock the phone and scroll straight to the gallery, thumb hovering over the video Nora sent yesterday. I press play before I can talk myself out of it.“Hey, Mommy,” his thin voice says. “I miss you.
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
Chapter: After the First Night(Mara’s POV)The door locks with that soft, final click and the silence rushes in like water.My body hurts in places I didn’t know could hurt, thighs burning from the stretch of the ropes, ass and upper back stinging with every shift of fabric against skin, the deep ache between my legs a constant, throbbing reminder of how thoroughly he claimed me. My throat feels raw from his grip, from the choked gasps I couldn’t hold back. Every breath pulls at the bruises he left there, invisible but pulsing.And yet…Between the pain is something else. Something liquid and shameful that still flickers low in my belly. The way my body clenched around him when he denied me release. The way my hips chased the vibrator even as tears soaked the blindfold. The way I came apart under his fingers, his cock and his voice.I’ve never felt anything like it.Not with the boyfriends I had before Liam’s father. Not even in the drunken night that gave me my son. Nothing has ever stripped me so bare, so fast
Last Updated: 2026-02-01
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