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The confession chair
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Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession Not ready
She didn’t know how long she sat there after the door shut behind him. The room still smelled like sex. Her body still pulsed with the memory of his hands, his mouth, his voice. The bed was a mess beneath her. The sheets were torn from the mattress, her dress wrinkled around her hips, her thighs still trembling from the aftershocks of him. But he was gone. No explanation. No apology. Not even a look back. She stared at the door, waiting for it to open again. Waiting for the sound of his footsteps returning. Waiting for something. Anything. But nothing came. The silence wasn’t just stillness. It was abandonment. It was the kind of silence that whispered in your ears and told you the truth that you were not worth staying for. That the moment had passed and it hadn’t meant the same thing to both of you. Ivy slowly sat up. Her hair clung to her skin. Her body ached, inside and out. She tried to fix her dress, but her hands felt useless, her fingers numb. Everything in her fe
Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession The quiet that hurts
The door clicked shut behind him, and with it, the world fell still. Ivy stood in the middle of the bedroom, half-dressed, still trembling, her breath catching in shallow pulls that barely reached her chest. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and the heat of everything he had just poured into her. Her body was raw. Her thighs sticky. Her voice broken from the things he made her say. But it wasn’t the ache between her legs that left her breathless now. It was the silence. Victor hadn’t spoken a word after. Not one. No praise. No tenderness. Not even a final touch to reassure her. He had dressed himself with brutal precision, avoiding her gaze, and left the room like she hadn’t shattered beneath him. She stood there for a long time, too stunned to move. Every part of her felt bare. Not just her skin, but her mind, her pride, her heart. It was as though he had reached inside her and pulled something loose, then walked away before she could figure out what it was.
Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession Jealousy and possession
Victor hadn’t come home in three days. The silence in the penthouse had become a living thing. Not peaceful. Not still. Just suffocating in its emptiness. It clung to the walls and pressed into the corners like smoke, curling under the doors and settling in her lungs. Ivy sat curled on the edge of the living room chaise, a book open across her lap. The pages were tilted toward the light, but her eyes had long since stopped reading. The words no longer made sense. They drifted in front of her, meaningless shapes and hollow dialogue. Every sound in the apartment seemed louder now. The hum of the elevator shaft three floors down. The faint tick of the antique clock on the wall. The occasional whisper of a breeze where the balcony door didn’t quite seal. Even the silence between those sounds carried weight. It pressed against her like judgment. She had moved through the day as if sedated. She had showered, dressed, fixed her hair, made herself tea she hadn’t touched. The routine h
Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession The confession chair
The sheets beneath Ivy were cool, but the warmth of Victor’s body still lingered in the space beside her. She lay still, blinking up at the ceiling, the shadows of early morning brushing light across the walls. Her legs ached. Her throat was raw from the sounds he had drawn out of her. Her wrists were sore from the bindings. Yet there was no pain she would change, no bruise she would have undone.She turned her face into the pillow and inhaled.His scent was everywhere.Leather, spice, something darker beneath it that clung to her skin and made her thighs clench. It was impossible to forget what he had done to her in the chair last night. He had stripped her down, laid her open, not just physically but emotionally. He had interrogated her body until it confessed every hidden truth. And she had answered. With gasps. With moans. With trembling surrender.She had never been touched like that. Not just to claim her but to uncover her. He had searched her like a man determined to find the
Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession Claimed
The afternoon light through the tall windows cast pale, shifting patterns across the dark floor. But inside the training room, everything felt stiller. Sharper. As if the walls themselves were waiting to witness what would unfold next.Ivy stood in the center of the room, naked but no longer trembling. Her skin still carried the sheen of sweat, the faint burn of discipline, the echo of the vibrator’s denial. Her breath was unsteady, her nipples flushed and firm, her legs weak from what had already been done to her body. And yet, the worst part was not what had happened.It was how deeply she had wanted it.Victor stood behind her. One hand rested gently on her lower back, his fingers curving like a man staking his claim on property that had just been surveyed, measured, and branded.“You stood through it,” he said. His voice was quiet, controlled, and impossibly low. “You absorbed every edge of pain and didn’t fall. That shows promise. But promise is not the same as possession.”Her e
Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession The punishment
The lights were lower tonight.Not dim. Just softened. A calculated decision that made every shadow stretch farther and every breath land heavier.Ivy stood in the center of the training room, naked under the weight of Victor’s gaze. Her body still ached from yesterday’s touch. Her thighs pulsed with restless heat. But what made her tremble tonight was not desire.It was guilt.She had touched herself. Just once. Her fingers brushing between her legs sometime after midnight, slick with need, throbbing from denial. She told herself it would help. That she would only tease the edge. That maybe he wouldn’t know.But he always knew.Victor circled her slowly. A leather strap curled loosely in one hand. The fingers of his other hand ghosted across the curve of her lower back like he was marking the distance between mercy and punishment. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows. The first two buttons of his black shirt undone. His expression was unreadable. Not cold. Not kind. Just focused. Pr
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