LOGINChapter 109Elena's POV The final night she told me to come prepared to stay until morning. I arrived at eight. Sophia met me at the door already dressed in black, collar and leash waiting in her hand. She didn’t speak, she simply fastened the soft leather around my throat, clipped the leash, and led me inside. The quiet click of the lock behind us felt final.The living room had been cleared. A thick mat lay in the center of the floor. Restraints waited at the four corners. Sophia stripped me herself, slow and thorough, pausing to run her palms over every newly bared inch of skin. When I was naked she guided me down onto my back. Ankles and wrists were secured, legs forced wide, arms stretched above my head. She knelt between my thighs and looked at me for a long time, eyes dark and steady.“Tonight you don’t ask,” she said. “You only take. And when I decide you’ve had enough, you thank me.”I nodded, throat tight around the collar.She used everything she had taught me. The flogge
Chapter 108Elena's POV The third night she blindfolded me before she bound me.I stood in the center of her bedroom, completely naked, waiting. Sophia moved around me in silence, the soft sound of leather and metal the only warning before cool cuffs closed around my wrists. She raised my arms and clipped them to a ceiling ring so that I was stretched tall, almost on the balls of my feet. Then the ankle cuffs, locked to a spreader bar that forced my legs wide open. The position left me exposed, vulnerable, unable to close or hide anything. Last came the blindfold, soft black leather that erased every trace of light. Darkness settled over me like a second skin.Every sound sharpened. I heard the soft click of a cabinet opening, the quiet rustle of fabric, the measured sound of her bare feet circling me. My skin prickled with anticipation. I was already wet, the cool air of the room touching the slickness between my thighs.A feather came first. It traced the undersides of my breast
Chapter 107Elena's POV Three nights later I was back in Sophia’s apartment, already naked, already on my knees, already wet from the simple act of waiting.She had texted me a single instruction that afternoon: Wear the black dress. Nothing underneath., be here at nine. I had obeyed. The dress was simple, expensive, and clung in a way that made me aware of my bare skin beneath it every time I moved. When she opened the door she looked me over once, slow and thorough, then told me to strip in the hallway. The dress pooled at my feet. Cool air touched my nipples and the wetness already gathering between my thighs. She locked the door behind me and pointed to the center of the living room without another word.Tonight the rope was thicker, the pattern more complex. She worked in silence, her hands sure and unhurried. Arms bound behind me from wrists to elbows, the rope forcing my shoulders back and my chest forward. A harness around my torso that framed my breasts and left them expos
Chapter 106Elena's POVI never expected the night to end with my wrists crossed behind my back and a stranger’s voice telling me to breathe.The gallery was one of those sleek, white-walled places downtown that smelled of money and new paint. I had come because a client insisted, and because I needed something…anything to pull me out of the gray routine my life had become. I stood in front of a large abstract piece, reds and blacks colliding, when she spoke beside me.“You look like you’re trying to decide whether you want to run or stay.”I turned. Sophia was taller than me by a few inches, dark hair pulled back in a low knot, black silk blouse open at the throat. Her eyes were the kind that held attention without effort. I felt the familiar tightening in my chest, the one that always came when someone looked at me too closely.“I’m not running,” I said.“Good.” She smiled, slow. “I’m Sophia. And you’re the architect who redesigned the west wing of the museum last year.”I blinked.
Chapter 105Eleanor's POV He couldn't wait. One hard thrust and he was buried inside me to the hilt, stretching me open over the polished wood of his desk. I bit down on a moan as he started fucking me in deep, relentless strokes, the wet sound of it obscenely loud in the quiet office. His hand clamped over my mouth, muffling every broken sound that tried to escape.“Quiet,” he ordered against my ear, voice rough. “Anyone could walk by.”I nodded frantically, eyes squeezing shut as he drove into me harder. The angle was brutal and perfect. Every thrust forced me up onto my toes, my palms sliding on the desk. He kept one hand sealed over my mouth and used the other to grip my hip, pulling me back to meet every stroke. The pressure built fast, sharp and overwhelming. When the orgasm hit, my whole body locked up. I came hard around him, crying out against his palm while he fucked me through it, never slowing down. A knock sounded at the door.I froze. Adrian didn’t.“Come in,” he cal
Chapter 104Eleanor's POV I didn’t hesitate. I climbed over him, knees bracketing his hips, and reached down to guide the thick head of his cock to my entrance. I was still soaked from his mouth and the earlier orgasm, so he slid in easily one long, stretching push that forced a broken moan from my throat. Adrian’s hands clamped onto my waist as I sank all the way down until he was buried to the hilt, filling me so completely I had to breathe through the pressure.Then I started to move.I rolled my hips in slow, deliberate circles, twisting my waist so that every grind dragged him against the most sensitive places inside me. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room. His cock felt impossibly thick from this angle, the ridge of the head rubbing exactly where I needed it with every rotation. Adrian’s head tipped back against the pillows, a low, rough growl vibrating in his chest.“Fuck…just like that,” he rasped, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.I braced my hands







