Se connecterChapter 5 - A Changed Man I woke to the sound of soft breathing and the weight of his gaze on my skin. The morning light filtered through the curtains. He was already awake, already kneeling beside the bed, his hands resting on his thighs, his head bowed. He was naked, his skin still marked from the night before. He looked up when he heard me stir, and his eyes were soft and vulnerable. They looked peaceful. "Good morning, Mistress," he said, his voice quiet and steady. "Do you need anything?" I studied him for a long moment, taking in the sight of him there on his knees, waiting for my command. The arrogant heir who had sneered at me, was gone. In his place was this man, this beautiful, broken creature who had finally found what he'd been searching for. "Water," I said. "And breakfast. I'll have eggs, with toast and fresh fruit. Coffee, black with one sugar." "Yes, Mistress." He rose smoothly and walked out of the room. I lay back against the pillows, a slow smile spreading
I cuffed his wrists behind his back. I attached the spreader bar to his ankles, forcing his legs apart. I wrapped the blindfold around his eyes, and finally, I fitted the gag between his teeth, buckling it tight. I started with the flogger. The first stroke landed across his back with a loud whip sound, and he jerked forward, a muffled shout escaping through the gag. I waited, letting him feel the sting, letting it settle into his skin. Then I gave him the second and then the third, followed by the fourth. By the tenth stroke, he was crying. When it got to twenty his knees had given out, and he collapsed on the floor, his body heaving with silent cries. I didn't stop. Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five. Each stroke landed hard and loud on his skin, building a symphony of pain across his back and shoulders. His skin was red and had marks all over. At forty, I switched to the paddle. The first impact made him scream, and struggle a bit. I kept flogging him until he was weeping o
Chapter 3 - Night of Pleasure I didn't cry. I walked out of his room with my head held high, my uniform clutched to my chest, my heart a cold, hard stone in my ribcage. I didn't look back at him standing there in his boxers. I dressed in my small quarters, my hands steady, my mind clear. I packed my bag slowly, deliberately, folding each piece of clothing with care. And then I sat on the edge of my bed and I planned. He wanted to call me a whore? He wanted to pretend he didn't remember the way he begged? The way he whimpered? The way his body surrendered to mine like it had been waiting for someone to take control his entire miserable life? Fine. I would give him something to remember. The sex shop was tucked away in a narrow alley downtown. I pushed open the door, and a bell chimed overhead. The woman behind the counter looked up. She was in her twenties, with silver-streaked hair and sleeves of tattoos that disappeared into her leather vest. "How can I help you?" she asked
Chapter 2 - The Breaking His lips crashed against mine, desperate and hungry, tasting of whiskey. His hands fumbled at my uniform, pulling at the buttons with clumsy fingers, popping one off in his haste. "Wait," I breathed against his mouth, but he wasn't listening. His fingers dug into my shoulders, his breath hot and ragged against my cheek. "Please," he gasped, his voice breaking apart. "Please, I need... I need to feel something, anything. I'm so empty, I'm so fucking empty all the time.” I should have stopped. But there was something in his eyes, something broken and beautiful, that called to a part of me I'd kept buried deep. I kissed him back. He groaned into my mouth. His hands found my waist, pulling me closer until I was straddling his lap on the cold floor, my skirt bunched up around my thighs. His cock was already hard, pressing against my thigh. "Bedroom," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos inside me. "Now." He nodded, dazed and obedient, and I helped him
Chapter 1 - The Little MaidThe first time I saw him, he was sprawled across the leather sofa in the main living room, a half-empty bottle of Macallan dangling from his fingers, some bleached-blonde thing giggling on his lap. Her dress was so short I could see the curve of her ass cheeks, and she was pawing at his chest like a cat in heat. His father had hired me three days ago as a live-in maid. "You," he called out, his voice slurred and thick with whiskey, his eyes finding me as I tried to slip past with a stack of freshly folded towels. "Yeah, you. Come here."I stopped in my tracks, the towels pressed against my chest. "Sir?""Don't sir me. You're the help right? Get me another bottle.” He held up the empty Macallan, shaking it at me.The girl on his lap giggled again, nuzzling into his neck, leaving a smear of pink lipstick on his collar. "Yes, Mr. Ashford," I said, and turned toward the liquor cabinet."Ash. Just Ash." He laughed, bitter and sharp, the sound echoing off the h
Chapter 4 Melissa stepped closer with the dim streetlight painting soft shadows across the room. “Yes,” she whispered, playing along for now as she climbed onto the bed and into his arms. Their lips met in a hungry kiss as his hands roamed her body, squeezing her ass and pulling her close. “Mmm, I've been waiting,” he murmured against her mouth. She pushed him back gently until he was sitting against the headboard and then straddled his lap, still kissing him deep. His hands moved up to her breasts, kneading them through the thin fabric. “These feel so good,” he groaned as he pulled the nightgown down, exposing her tits and latched onto one nipple, sucking hard. “Ahh!” Melissa moaned, arching her back. “Yes, suck them just like that.” His tongue swirled around the hard peak, making her grind against the growing bulge in his pants. She reached down and helped him out of his trousers, freeing his massive cock and it sprang up thick and ready. But suddenly he stopped with hi







