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Such a good little whore
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Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Such a good little whore 5
The incident at the club changed something in me. The shame was still there, but it was now inextricably linked with a dark, thrilling pride. I had pleased him. I had been a good toy. My purpose, which had once been a source of fear and confusion, was becoming crystalline. My purpose was to be his. To be a vessel for his pleasure, his power, his whims.The next day, he didn’t summon me to the playroom. Instead, he came to my room as I was getting out of the shower. He was holding a long, black velvet box.“Your training is progressing well,” he said, his tone unreadable. “But there is one final lesson. Total surrender.”He opened the box. Inside, resting on a bed of black silk, was a machine. It was made of polished steel and black leather, with a series of joints and a powerful-looking motor. At the end of a long, adjustable arm was a dildo. It was huge, made of a realistic-looking flesh-colored silicone, with thick, prominent veins.My breath hitched. I had seen such things online,
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Such a good little whore
A week later, Damien informed me we would be going out. “There is a club I belong to,” he said, as we ate dinner. “A private club. You will accompany me.”He laid out my “uniform” for the evening. It was a simple, black silk sheath dress. It was elegant, but it was also completely backless, plunging to the top of my ass, and it had two high slits up the sides that ran almost to my hips. It was designed to be worn without underwear. The only other item was the leather collar, now a permanent fixture around my neck.As we rode in the back of his car, my nerves were a tangled mess. “What kind of club is it?” I asked.He looked at me, his eyes dark in the dim light of the car. “It’s a place where people like me go to enjoy their possessions. You will be on display, Clara. You will be obedient. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will be a perfect reflection of my ownership. Do you understand?”“Yes, sir,” I whispered, a fresh wave of arousal mixing with my anxiety.The club was locat
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I woke up the next morning alone in my bed. The events of the night before came back to me in a rush of humiliating, thrilling detail. The plug, the serving, the explosive orgasm on his sofa. My body ached in places I didn’t know existed, a dull, pleasant reminder of his possession.The rules echoed in my mind. Do not touch yourself. It was the first thing I thought of. My hand instinctively moved between my legs, but I stopped myself just in time. The memory of his command was a powerful deterrent.I found Maria in the kitchen. She handed me a list of instructions for the day. It was a schedule of workouts, meals, and grooming. My body was to be maintained as if it were a high-performance vehicle. There was also a note from Damien, written in a sharp, elegant scrawl.Be in the playroom at 3 p.m. Wear only the collar on the bed.My heart skipped a beat. The playroom. I had a feeling I knew what that was. And on the bed was a black leather collar, not unlike a dog’s collar, but made of
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The contract was signed. A transfer confirmation for the full amount pinged on my phone within minutes. It was surreal. My father’s debt, the source of my every nightmare, was gone. Just like that. In its place was a new kind of debt. One owed to Damien Sterling.He didn’t take me back to my apartment to pack. “You won’t be needing anything you own,” he’d said, his tone final. Instead, his driver took me to Sterling’s penthouse, a glass and steel monolith that pierced the city skyline.The elevator opened directly into the apartment. It was vast, cold, and breathtakingly sterile. White walls, black marble floors, and furniture that looked more like art than something to sit on. It was a museum, not a home. And I was the new exhibit.A woman named Maria, a severe-looking woman in a crisp uniform, appeared as if by magic. “Mr. Sterling is still at the office,” she said, her voice devoid of warmth. “He instructed me to show you to your room and acquaint you with the rules.”My room was j
Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories Such a good little whore
The office of Mr. Damien Sterling smelled of fresh rain. It was a scent that clung to the polished mahogany of his desk, the deep leather of the chair he sat in, and the very air that I was struggling to breathe. I sat opposite him, my body rigid in a chair that seemed designed to make me feel small and insignificant. The floor-to-ceiling window behind him showed a city sprawled out like a carpet of diamonds, a world I had no access to. A world he owned.My father’s medical bills were a mountain of paper, each one a new stone weighing me down. The bank had laughed me out of their office. Friends had vanished when I asked for a loan. I was twenty-one, with no skills beyond a part-time coffee shop job, and I was drowning. Then, a name had been whispered to me in a dark bar. A man who dealt in solutions, for a price. Damien Sterling.“You have a significant problem, Miss Reed,” he said, his voice a low, calm baritone that didn’t match the predatory glint in his dark eyes. He steepled hi
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Maya woke slowly, awareness drifting back like warm water rising around her. She was still wrapped in Étienne’s arms, his body a solid, comforting weight behind her. One of his hands rested low on her belly, fingers splayed possessively. The other arm was tucked beneath her head, his forearm serving as her pillow all night.She could feel him breathing against her neck. Deep, even, peaceful. His cock, soft now, rested heavy and warm against the curve of her ass. Between her thighs the evidence of last night lingered: dried cum flaking on her skin, the faint soreness in both holes, the tender ache of welts and bites that bloomed across her body like quiet signatures.She didn’t move at first. Simply existed in the cocoon of him.Then she felt his breathing change. Subtle. A shift from sleep to wakefulness. His fingers flexed lightly against her stomach. A low hum vibrated through his chest into her back.“Morning, mon cœur,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep, lips brushing the shell
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