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Chapter 88;stay

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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’
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  • 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   Chapter 83:Noah

    The emergency lights kicked on in a dull red wash. Three figures now stood in the space where two had been. The newcomer was taller than both, black coat still on, gloves half-peeled. He didn’t introduce himself. He simply walked to the bench, looked down at Noah’s bound form, and ran one gloved finger along the sweat-slick line of Noah’s spine. Marcus never released the grip on Noah’s balls. Elias stayed buried in his mouth. “Continue,” the stranger said. Marcus drove forward again. The sudden thrust forced a choked sound around Elias’s length. The stranger watched the way Noah’s body jolted, the way his fingers flexed uselessly against the wood, the way a fresh bead of fluid welled at the tip of his neglected cock and stretched downward in a thin, shining thread. He peeled the second glove off and set both aside. Then he crouched beside Noah’s head, turned his face just enough to see the tears at the corner

  • 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

  • FILTHY SINS   Chapter 2:The Gathering

    I couldn’t stop shaking. Forty minutes. That’s all I had left before the rest of the family descended into this torch-lit chamber of sin. Forty minutes of Darius circling me like a wolf that had finally cornered its prey, while my traitorous pussy kept leaking down my thighs, ruining the expens

  • FILTHY SINS   Book 1: The inheritance ritual

    Warning: ⚠️ If you’re innocent, pure, or scared of true corruption… drop this right now and save yourself. These stories will crawl under your skin, soak your panties, and ruin you for anything gentle. Now be brave… spread your legs, slip your fingers down, and let me dive deep inside you.

  • 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

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