로그인Chapter 9He stops suddenly, the silence ringing in my ears. I pant, sweat dripping down my face. He returns to the wall and comes back with a set of metal clamps.My eyes widen, and I shake my head weakly, but he grabs my breast, squeezing it hard to force the nipple to peak. He attaches the first clamp, the metal teeth biting into the sensitive bud.I gasp, my back arching off the wood as a sharp jolt of pain shoots through my chest. He does the same to the other nipple, pulling the chain connecting them to ensure they are tight. Tears stream down my face, hot and fast, but he just smirks. He reaches out and twists the clamps, sending a fresh wave of agony through me."You’re mine now," he hisses, his breath hot against my ear.He grabs a riding crop from the table. The leather tip snaps against my inner thigh, the sharp pain making me jerk against the restraints. "Stay still," he growls.He hits me again, this time across my breasts, right over the clamps. The vibration sends a sh
Chapter 8His fingers dig in, bruising the flesh, and he yanks me off the dining table. My legs buckle, the sticky residue of champagne and cum making me slip on the polished floor, but he doesn't wait for me to find my footing. He drags me toward the heavy oak door tucked away in the shadowed corner of the foyer.I stumble behind him, my bare feet slapping against the marble as we reach the narrow staircase leading down. At the bottom, he shoves me forward, and I stumble into the dim room.It’s a dungeon. Stone walls line the space, and the light from a single bare bulb overhead casts long, distorted shadows. Hooks are bolted into the ceiling and walls, holding an array of chains, leather restraints, whips, and devices I can’t even name. A St. Andrew’s cross stands in the center, and a heavy, padded table sits against the far wall."This is where you belong," Dominic growls, as he shuts the door.He pushes me against the rough stone wall, the cold scraping against my already tend
Chapter 7The gravel bites into the soles of my feet one last time before Dominic hauls me over the threshold, the heavy oak door slamming shut with a finality that makes my stomach drop. The night air is cut off instantly, replaced by the still, cool atmosphere of the grand foyer. The silence here is heavy, oppressive, broken only by the harsh sound of my breathing and the click of Dominic’s polished shoes on the floor.He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His grip on my arm is iron, dragging me forward across the expanse of the floor toward the centerpiece of the room. It’s a long, polished dining table that looks more like an altar than a place to eat. It’s dark wood, gleaming with a high gloss, reflecting the dim light in long, distorted streaks."Get on it," he growls, the command vibrating through his hand and into my bone.I hesitate, my eyes darting to the imposing piece of furniture, then back to him. The hesitation is a mistake. His hand leaves my arm and crashes down betw
Chapter 6He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back at an awkward angle. The strain on my neck is sharp, but it anchors me to the moment. "You love it. You love being used like a worthless hole."He punctuates his words with a violent thrust, his pelvic bone smacking against my ass. "Say it.""I love it," I gasp, tears pricking my eyes. "I love being your hole."He laughs, a dark, cruel sound that vibrates against my spine. "Good. Because we’re just getting started."His hand leaves my hip and moves between my legs, finding my clit. He doesn’t stroke it gently; he pinches it, rolling the sensitive nub between his rough fingers. The sensation is electric, shooting through my nervous system and making my legs tremble. I cry out, my back arching involuntarily."You don’t get to cum yet," he warns, his voice low and dangerous. "Not until I fill you up."He releases my hair and shoves my face down toward the hood. "Keep your face down. Ass up. Take it."I obey, pressing my chee
Chapter 5The limo glides to a halt, the tires crunching on the loose gravel of the secluded driveway, but the engine doesn’t cut. The vibration hums through the floor beneath my knees, a low, constant reminder of where I am and what I’ve just done. I’m still panting, the taste of salt and leather thick on my tongue, my body throbbing in the aftermath of his brutal use. Before I can even process the fading aftershocks, the door beside us whips open.Dominic doesn’t wait. He doesn’t speak. His hand is in my hair, fingers tangling into the sweat-dampened strands, and he yanks. Hard.A cry tears from my throat as I’m hauled sideways, my balance shot. I stumble out of the limo, my bare feet hitting the sharp, uneven stones of the driveway. Pain shoots up my arches immediately, but he doesn’t stop. He drags me forward like a ragdoll, away from the smooth pavement and onto the rougher gravel near the garage. My knees buckle, and instead of catching me, he forces me down, shoving my shou
Chapter 3The shock of the water hits me so hard I gasp, curling inward on the damp tiles of the shower floor, my muscles seizing in a tight, painful knot. The spray is aimed directly at my face, washing away the sticky remnants of sleep and the soreness from the night before. I blink my eyes open, squinting through the icy cascade to see Dominic standing there, fully clothed, a smirk playing on his lips as he holds the detachable showerhead like a weapon."Wake up, pet," he says, his voice cutting through the sound of the water. "We have a long night ahead of us."He drops the nozzle, leaving me shivering and gasping breaths that fog in the cold air. He doesn't give me time to recover. He reaches down, grabbing a fistful of my wet hair, and hauls me to my feet. My legs are weak, trembling from the cold and the lingering exhaustion, but he doesn't care. He marches me out of the bathroom, dripping wet, my skin flushed pink and covered in goosebumps."Tonight is a test," he says, th
Chapter 1My heels click against the cold marble floor, each step echoing in the wide, high-ceilinged studio. The walls are lined with canvases…. bodies in motion, flesh rendered in bold strokes of crimson and gold, limbs tangled in ecstasy. Some faces are blurred, others sharply defined, but all
Chapter 4The servants barely look me in the eye while they prepare me. Maybe they’re afraid they’ll see the truth… how close I am to shattering.They lace my gown until the breath leaves my chest, until I feel more like a doll than a woman. Someone pins my hair into an intricate crown of braids. S
Chapter 2 “Putain,” he cursed under his breath, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of my glistening, swollen, his. His thumb pressed against my clit, circling slowly, and my hips jerked, a broken cry spilling from my lips. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured, his voice a dark care
Chapter 5 Two months later The heavy curtains were drawn, shutting out the world beyond these walls, leaving only the two of us as newlywed knight and princess, finally alone.I stood before him in the remnants of my wedding gown, the silk now slightly rumpled from the evening’s festivities. The







