LOGIN**I used a soft leather paddle on her ass first — firm, rhythmic strikes that turned her cheeks a deep, glowing red. Every smack made her cry out and leak more slick down her thighs.While I paddled her, I pushed two fingers back into her pussy, pumping them in time with the strikes.By the time I stopped, she was sobbing with need, begging incoherently.I released her from the suspension, laid her on her back on the padded bench, and secured her wrists and ankles again, spreading her wide open.This was where I lost the last of my restraint.I climbed between her thighs, rubbed the thick, leaking head of my cock through her drenched folds, and pushed inside her pussy in one long, slow thrust.“Fuck, Lila,” I groaned as her tight walls stretched around my thick girth. “You feel like sin and heaven at the same time. So hot. So wet. Gripping me so perfectly.”I fucked her deep and steady, the curved head dragging along her G-spot with every thrust. While I pounded into her, I reached f
JAX’S POV**I was terrified.Not of hurting her physically — I trusted my control, my knowledge, my care. I was terrified because tonight I was going to push her to the absolute edge… and I wasn’t sure I could survive watching her break so beautifully for me.Lila stood in the center of the most private, soundproofed room in Velvet Chains, completely naked except for the black silk blood-vow ribbon tied loosely around her throat like a collar. The room was dimly lit with deep red lights, a reinforced suspension rig hanging from the ceiling, a padded bench, and every toy I could possibly need laid out on a black velvet table.She looked at me with those wide, trusting eyes, cheeks already flushed, nipples tight, thighs glistening with her arousal.“Color, baby?” I asked, voice low and steady even though my heart was pounding.“Green, Sir,” she whispered. “I want this. I want all of you. Push me.”I stepped close, cupping her face, thumb stroking her bottom lip.“You’re safe,” I remin
**He kissed me again, slower this time, his tongue stroking mine in lazy, sensual waves. His hand slid down my body, cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it was a tight peak. Then lower, over my stomach, between my thighs.His fingers parted my already soaked folds, sliding through the slickness with a low groan.“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he murmured against my lips. “Always so ready.”Two thick fingers pushed inside me slowly, curling gently to stroke that perfect spot while his thumb circled my clit in lazy spirals. The pleasure built gradually, warm and deep, as he kissed me through it — tongue dancing with mine, swallowing every soft moan.When I was trembling on the edge, he pulled his fingers out and moved down my body.He settled between my thighs, spreading them wide with his strong hands. His mouth found me — hot, wet, and worshipful. His tongue licked broad, slow stripes from my entrance to my clit, savoring every drop of my arousal. He sucked my swollen cl
LILA’S POV**The days after blurred into a haze of stolen touches and charged silences.Jax was gentler now, but the hunger never left his eyes. He still watched me like I was the only thing that mattered in his world, yet he held back from full scenes at the club. Instead, he brought me home every night and held me close, as if afraid I might disappear.Tonight, though, something felt different.We’d just finished a quiet dinner on the balcony. The ocean whispered below us, and the moon painted everything silver. Jax had been quieter than usual, his hand never leaving my thigh under the table, thumb stroking slow circles that made my skin burn.When we stepped inside, he didn’t lead me to the playroom or even his bedroom right away.He stopped in the middle of the living room, turned me to face him, and cupped my face with both hands. His thumbs brushed my cheekbones with a tenderness that made my chest ache.“Lila,” he said softly, voice rough around the edges. “I need you tonight.
My tongue licked broad stripes through her soaked folds, tasting how wet she already was for me. I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth, flicking it rapidly while two thick fingers pushed deep inside her tight heat.She moaned loudly, hips bucking against my face.I added a third finger, stretching her, curling them relentlessly against her G-spot while I sucked harder on her clit.Her first orgasm hit fast.Her pussy clamped down around my fingers, gushing hot cream against my tongue as she cried out my name. I kept licking and fingering her through every wave, drawing it out until she was shaking and oversensitive.Only then did I move up her body.I lined up the thick head of my cock with her dripping entrance and pushed in slowly, letting her feel every inch.“Fuck, Lila,” I groaned as her tight walls stretched around me. “You feel like heaven. So hot. So wet. So fucking tight even after everything I’ve done to you.”I sank in to the hilt, balls pressed against her ass, and staye
JAX’S POV**I was losing my fucking mind.Three days after our first real scene in the club, I sat alone in my private monitoring room at Velvet Chains, staring at the security footage like a man possessed.The screen showed Lila moving behind the bar the night before — graceful, confident, smiling politely at customers while wearing the simple black dress I’d approved. Every man who looked at her too long made my blood boil. One dominant regular had leaned over the bar, flirting, and she’d laughed softly at something he said.I watched the clip on loop, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.She was mine.Not officially. Not collared in public yet. But in every way that mattered, Lila Bennett belonged to me.And I was terrified.I’d spent years building walls — control, distance, the cold dominance that kept everyone at arm’s length. Then she came back, all grown up, broken by some worthless ex, and every wall I’d built cracked the moment she looked at me with those wide, trusting eyes.I wa
The door closes behind us, and suddenly I'm sobbing. Really sobbing. The kind of crying that's ugly and snotty and completely humiliating."I'm sorry," I gasp out. "I'm sorry, I don't know why—""It's okay," he says, and his voice is so kind it makes me cry harder. "It's okay to cry here, Sloane. T
I could see my face, mouth open, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed, sweat running down my neck.He gripped my hair, wrapped it around his fist, pulled my head back gently but firmly so I had to keep watching.“Look at how you take it,” he said, voice low and rough. “Look how your pussy grips me. Mad
Elena’s POVI showed up the next night already wrecked. I’d spent the whole day in a haze. Classes blurred past, lunch tasted like nothing, my roommate asked why I kept zoning out. My clit hadn’t stopped throbbing since Marcus left me strapped to the leg press, empty and dripping. Every time I sa
**Elena’s POV**I was obsessed. All day I moved through the world like a ghost—went to the grocery store, folded laundry, answered texts from friends—but my mind was stuck on the squat rack, on Marcus’s mouth between my legs, on the way he’d pulled back right when I was about to break. My clit st







