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Chapter 6: Public Proving
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Craving Forbidden Pleasures Epilogue
The elders conferred. Time narrowed into seconds that stretched like rope. Finally, the lead elder spoke.“We will not exile,” the elder said. “But we will set terms.”Terms. The word was law. The Tribunal outlined conditions that felt like a marriage contract: transparency in special rituals, limits on public declarations, a tempered path to any public bond recognition, and service to the Order for a fixed span. Corin would remain my guide, but our claim had to be integrated—not burned into the Order’s history overnight.Corin stepped forward then, without mask, and addressed them in a voice that had been tempered by nights of teaching and the rawness of our private reclamations. “We accept terms,” he said. “But one: she remains at my side, not as property without voice, but as partner within this covenant. I will not allow exile on the grounds of love.” His tone was steel wrapped in silk.The Tribunal nodded, ink settling like judgment. The terms were harsh but survivable. The Order
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 10: The Tribunal
The summons arrived in person.Cassandra found me as I stood in the doorway of my apartment, one hand on the knob and the other pressed flat against the envelope. She looked different—no longer only the smiling guide in crimson, but precise, composed, a woman who wore authority like armor. Her mask hung from one gloved finger as if to remind me the club’s face could be removed and still cut.“Tonight,” she said, no flourish, “is the Tribunal.”I felt the word as a physical thing. The Echelon’s Tribunal was less ceremony and more law: a council of elders, the custodians of their rites. When they called a Tribunal, it meant consequence followed revelation. I thought of Corin’s warning—of how the Order did not like what we had made of us—and my stomach flipped with the mixture of dread and fierce pride that had come to define me.“We go together,” she added, voice softer. “You do not go alone.”The chamber was cavernous beneath the chandelier, draped in heavy velvet that swallowed sound.
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 9: Bending, Mending and Claiming
The applause from my initiation still rang in my ears days later, phantom echoes I carried back into the noise of ordinary life. At work, my colleagues saw only distraction: a woman who lost her train of thought mid-sentence, who lingered too long staring out the window. They did not know that every flicker of memory—leather restraints, masked eyes, Corin’s voice claiming me—still pulsed in my veins like a second heartbeat.But the Echelon didn’t allow initiates to bask in triumph for long. The note came two nights later, slipped beneath my apartment door.What is broken can be remade. Come prepared.The words chilled me. I had thought I was already remade. What else did they demand?******'' 'The welts on my back faded into pale reminders over the next few days, but their echo lingered in my body like a secret chord. Each brush of clothing against my skin rekindled memory—not of pain, but of surrender, of the way Corin had broken me and pieced me together again with bare hands and w
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 8: Beyond the Mask and the Ultimatum
Morning light cut through the blinds like accusation. My thighs still bore Corin’s script — faint, raised lines that pulsed with memory each time fabric brushed them. Even in the shower, steam did little to erase the sting. Instead of pain, it was reminder: that I was no longer unclaimed.By the time I dressed for work, the world outside The Echelon felt strangely muted, like a stage set around me. The clatter of the subway, the chatter of co-workers, even the fluorescent buzz in the office—it all seemed paper-thin compared to the silence of Corin’s presence, the command of his gloved hands.But the world noticed changes in me I hadn’t meant to show.“Evelyn,” Marla called across the office, her sharp eyes narrowing. “You look… different. Did you cut your hair?”I shook my head too quickly. “Just tired.”Her brow furrowed, but she didn’t push. Still, I felt her suspicion prickle along my skin.At lunch, I sat with my salad untouched, replaying Corin’s voice in my head. You will learn
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 7: Deepening Bonds
The invitation for the week was delivered not by Cassandra this time, but by a courier who knew better than to linger at my door. A plain envelope, my name in heavy ink, the seal pressed with The Echelon’s sigil. When I slit it open, there was no single word embossed like before. Instead, three:You have been Chosen.The script below explained what that meant in The Echelon’s lexicon. After a successful proving, the submissive was paired with a guide — a Dom, a mentor, someone who would not only test but shape them through a more intimate, sustained arrangement. It was both an honor and a risk. Intimacy here was never casual; it was as binding as the cuffs on the chamber walls.My stomach knotted as I read the final line: Your bond is with Master Corin.The chamber felt different when I entered that evening. Smaller, somehow, though the dimensions had not changed. Masks turned, eyes burned behind them, but the weight of their attention shifted. I was no longer a curiosity, nor an init
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 6: Public Proving
The invitation was clipped to the inside of the envelope with a single black pin: Proving Night — Public. The word thudded against my ribs like a warning bell and a siren at once. Public. The syllable crawled over my skin, igniting equal parts terror and something darker, hungrier.Cassandra met me at the door without surprise. “Tonight you will show the room what obedience looks like when it’s given without reservation,” she said, voice calm. “You may refuse at any moment. Use your safe word if it becomes too much.”I had the word on my tongue like a talisman — Mercy — but as we walked through the lounge, past familiar masked faces and the soft murmur of expectant voices, the talisman felt less necessary than a key I could throw away. I had practiced obedience until my muscles remembered commands before my mind did. I had tasted the strange power of yielding. Tonight was the hour to prove it.The main chamber was fuller than it had ever been. The semicircle of masks pressed closer, b
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