เข้าสู่ระบบI must have dozed off. When I opened my eyes the red light was still on and my Dom was standing at the side of the bed pulling his pants back on. My body felt heavy. Everything between my legs was sore and sticky. Come had dried on my stomach and thighs in tight patches. He looked at me. “Get up. Shower. You’re not sleeping here.” I sat up slowly. My arms trembled. He didn’t offer a hand. I walked to the small bathroom attached to the room and stepped under the cold spray. The water stung the cane marks and the handprints. I washed the come off my face and chest and out from between my legs as best I could. The plug was long gone. Both holes felt open and tender when I cleaned them. When I came out he was waiting with my dress and the thin black collar. No underwear. He watched me put the dress on. It stuck to damp skin. The collar clicked back around my neck. “You’re coming home with me tonight,” he said. “Initiation isn’t finished just because the club closed.” I followed h
The back room was darker than the main floor. Low red lights. No windows. The air already smelled like sex and sweat. Six men were waiting when I walked in. Some older, some younger. All of them hard. All of them looking at me like they’d already paid and were ready to collect. One of them pointed at the floor in the middle of the room. “Hands and knees. Now.” I dropped. The thick plug in my ass shifted when I moved. Come was still leaking out of my cunt and running down my thighs. The black marker on my stomach was smudged but still readable. They didn’t talk much. The first one walked up behind me, spit on his cock, and shoved into my cunt without warning. He was thick and he didn’t go slow. Just started fucking me hard, hands gripping my hips, pulling me back onto him with every thrust. The wet sound of it filled the room. A second man stepped in front of me and pushed his cock against my lips. I opened. He slid in deep and held me there until I gagged, then started fucking m
The first guy finished in my cunt and pulled out. Come ran down my thighs and dripped onto the floor. The second one in my mouth came right after, held my head down, and emptied straight into my throat. I swallowed most of it. The rest spilled out the sides of my mouth. The third one didn’t wait. He stepped up behind me, shoved in, and started pounding. Harder than the others. His hands gripped my hips tight enough to bruise. Every thrust shoved the dildo in my ass deeper. I could feel both of them moving inside me at the same time. My arms shook. My knees hurt against the floor. My Dom stood off to the side watching. He didn’t say anything for a while. Just let the guy use me. When the third one came he pulled out and wiped his cock on my ass. Then he walked off. No thank you. No nothing. Just used and done. I stayed on my hands and knees, breathing hard, come leaking out of me. The dildo was still in. My jaw ached. My throat felt swollen. My Dom walked over and grabbed a fistf
The first man fucked me like he had somewhere else to be. Short, mean strokes that slapped his hips against my sore ass and drove the plug deeper every time. The second one held my head down with both hands and used my throat like a hole that existed only for him. I gagged around the thick length, spit running down his shaft and onto the bench. My eyes watered. My jaw ached. I couldn’t get a full breath. My Dom stood a few feet away, arms crossed, watching everything. He didn’t speak. Just let them work. The man behind me reached under and pinched my clit hard enough to make me jerk. The one in my mouth took the chance to shove deeper, cutting off what little air I had. Black spots flickered at the edges of my vision. When he finally pulled back I gasped, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock, and the man behind me slammed in harder as if punishing me for the noise. They switched without a word. Now the thicker one was in my cunt, stretching me wider, and the first
I cleaned my face in the small bathroom off the private room, but I left the rest. His come still sticky in the corners of my mouth. The plug still stretching my ass with every step. My cheeks burned from the spanking and my throat felt used raw. I didn’t bother with the dress. Just the thin black collar they’d given me at the door and the heels. Nothing else. The hallway felt different now. People looked at me. Some smiled like they already knew what had happened upstairs. A woman with heavy tits and a pierced clit nodded as I passed. A man in a leather hood reached out and squeezed my ass hard enough to leave a print. I didn’t stop him. Downstairs the main floor was louder. More bodies. The St. Andrew’s cross stood under a pool of red light in the far corner, already waiting. He was there, leaning against the wall again, arms crossed. Same black shirt. Same scars. Same look that said he’d already decided how much of me he was going to take. He didn’t speak. Just pointed at t
The black door didn’t have a sign. Just a small brass plate with a number and a keyhole that looked older than the building. I stood there longer than I should have, rain dripping off my coat, heart hammering like it was trying to punch through my ribs. Inside that door was the club I’d only heard about in the kind of conversations that get quiet when someone new walks into the room. Invitation-only. No phones. No names if you didn’t want to give them. And tonight, for the first time, I had a key. I used it. The hallway smelled like leather and something darker—sweat, sex, the faint copper edge of blood that hadn’t been cleaned all the way. Soft red light. Music low enough that you could still hear the wet sounds coming from the rooms on either side. A woman in a collar and nothing else walked past me on all fours, leash trailing, and didn’t even look up. My cunt clenched so hard I had to stop walking for a second. At the end of the hall a man leaned against the wall like he o
I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,
*A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”
The hotel room door barely clicked shut before hands were all over me. Not gentle. Not careful. Hungry. Mike shoved me backward onto the nearest bed so hard my back bounced on the mattress. The lamp cast ugly yellow light across the room, but nobody cared about romance. My head was still spinni
*A New Collection: After being in a four years relationship with Jake, Emily catches him and her bestfriend hooking up. Heartbroken - Leading her to get complicated with some nasty strengers in the bar ready to split her open if she asked for it.(This is a continuation from my last book - Unheard P







