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Book 21:The chasity Game
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2026-08-16 03:03:26
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FILTHY SINS Book 21:The chasity Game
The key lived on a thin silver chain around Mistress Elena’s neck. Lila had watched it swing there for nineteen days. She woke every morning to the same dull, insistent ache between her legs—the chastity belt’s smooth metal cup locked tight over her cunt, the narrow waistband sitting snug against her hip bones, the small padlock resting cold just above the cleft of her ass. No matter how she shifted under the sheets, the device never loosened. It only reminded her, with every breath and every restless roll of her hips, that she was not allowed to touch what belonged to someone else. Elena never rushed the mornings. She would come into the bedroom already dressed—silk robe open over bare skin, dark hair still slightly damp from the shower—and sit on the edge of the mattress. Sometimes she only looked. Sometimes she rested one warm palm on the metal plate between Lila’s thighs and pressed, just enough to make the ache bloom sharper. Lila’s breath always caught. Her thighs always tr
FILTHY SINS Chapter 88;stay
He let it go on until my thighs shook so hard I could barely stay upright. Then he stopped the vibration completely. The sudden absence made me cry out—short, raw, furious with need. “Off.” I lifted off him on trembling legs. The toy stayed inside me, heavy and still. He stood, unclipped the leash from his fist, and handed it to a man I didn’t know. “Walk her around the room on her knees. Let everyone get a closer look. She doesn’t come. She doesn’t close her legs. She doesn’t speak unless asked a question.” The new man tugged the leash downward. I dropped to my knees on the platform, the toy shifting with the motion, and began to crawl again under the eyes of the entire room. Behind me I heard the first man speak, almost casual. “When she gets back I want her bent over the arm of that chair. I’m going to fuck her while the rest of you watch. And she’s going
FILTHY SINS Chapter 87:Lap dance
The man from the main club—the one who had grabbed my ass earlier—kept the leash wrapped around his fist and pointed at the low black armchair in the centre of the raised platform. “Lap dance. Now.” The room had gone quieter. Conversations dropped. A few guests drifted closer, drinks in hand, watching. My knees already ached from crawling, the collar sat tight around my throat, and the metal tag that read *Available* swung against my bare chest every time I moved. I could have refused. The thought lasted less than a second. Five thousand dollars. Rico’s club. The look on Lang’s face if I backed out now. I rose onto my bare feet, legs unsteady, and walked the last few steps onto the platform. He sat without being told, spreading his thighs, expensive trousers pulling tight. The leash stayed short in his hand. I decided to be naughty. Inst
FILTHY SINS Chapter 86:look up
Lang stood. He was taller than he had looked sitting down. He crossed the small office and stopped close enough that I could smell his cologne and the whiskey on his breath. “You can walk out that door,” he said quietly. “But if you do, Rico loses the club by morning, and I make sure every other club in the city knows you’re difficult. Or you stay, you obey, and at sunrise you walk away with five thousand in cash and the knowledge that you kept this place open. Your choice.” Five thousand. More than I made in two months. I hated how long I stood there calculating. “…What do I have to do?” Lang’s eyes flicked with satisfaction. “Everything you’re told. The guests are powerful. They expect absolute compliance. You’ll be given a different uniform. You’ll be collared for the evening so everyone knows you’re available. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will not refuse a direct order. If you
FILTHY SINS Book 20;Public humiliation night
Today was a normal day, just like every other day. I walked into the club through the back staff door, the bass already thumping through the walls even though it was only seven. Red and purple lights cut across the main floor. Girls spun on the poles under the spotlights, bodies gleaming with oil, the scent of cheap perfume and spilled liquor thick in the air. Men in suits and open-collared shirts leaned over the stages, stuffing bills into G-strings, eyes glassy. The private booths along the far wall were already filling up curtains half-drawn, low laughter, the occasional groan that carried over the music. I wasn’t one of the dancers. I only served drinks. My uniform was the same every night: tiny black booty shorts that rode up if I bent too far, a thin spaghetti-strap top that left most of my stomach bare, and a short apron tied around my waist with deep pockets for cash and the order pad. My name tag just said *Mia.
FILTHY SINS Chapter 84:Clean him
The cage door opened at first light. They dragged Noah out by the collar. His body shook from the sleepless hours, plug seated deep, clamps still biting, cock rigid and dark from being denied all night. The three men stood waiting—Marcus, Elias, and the stranger who still had not given a name. No warm-up. They stripped the clamps off in one sharp pull. Blood rushed back in a hot, stinging flood that made Noah’s chest hitch. The largest plug came out next, leaving him open and dripping. Marcus forced him onto his back on the low platform in the center of the room. Leather cuffs locked his wrists above his head and his ankles wide. A thick strap across his hips pinned him flat. The stranger coated two fingers and pushed them straight into Noah’s ass, scissoring hard, stretching the already-used rim until it fluttered. Elias did the same to his mouth, three fingers deep, pressing down on his tongue. Marcus knelt beside his hea
FILTHY SINS Book 2:The Virgin’s Wedding Night Debt
"ROXY"My back hit the wall of the honeymoon suite so hard the expensive art rattled. Damian’s mouth was on mine, hungry and desperate, his hands shoving my wedding dress up around my hips before I could even catch my breath. The heavy door had barely clicked shut behind us when he p
FILTHY SINS Chapter 5:MINE
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Darius’s bedroom. I lay draped across his broad chest, skin to skin, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His eyes were closed, lashes casting faint shadows on his sharp cheekbones. One heavy arm rested around my waist even
FILTHY SINS Chapter 4:Ruin me
The thick head of Daddy’s cock pressed against my virgin entrance, pulsing with raw need. The entire family watched in heavy silence as Darius gripped my hips and began to push forward.“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, voice thick with dark lust. “This little niece cunt is strangling the head alre
FILTHY SINS Chapter 3:Daddy's Altar
The heavy weight of Darius’s cock rested against my soaked pussy like a promise and a threat. He dragged the thick, veined length up and down my clit, coating himself in my shame while twenty-five pairs of eyes devoured every twitch of my body.I was naked from the waist up, black mourning dress b
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