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My mate's father 3
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The final performance of the tour was invitation-only, three hundred masked spectators in La Fenice’s gold circle, the air thick with incense and anticipation. The program carried no title, only a single line in blood-red ink: “The Offering.”When the house lights bled to black, a single spotlight carved a perfect circle center stage. Sasha stepped into it wearing nothing but a harness of thin gold chains that looped her throat, crossed between her breasts, and disappeared between her legs. The chains were attached to a slender ring bolted to the floor. She could move ten feet in any direction, no more. Her leash.The music began: low, grinding cello and distant thunder. The troupe entered like shadows, faces hidden behind Venetian bauta masks of bone-white porcelain. They circled her slowly, twelve predators and one prey.Victor was last. He wore no mask. He wanted her to see every flicker in his eyes when he finally broke her in front of the world.He stopped inches from her, cupped
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Venice in November was a city drowning in its own reflection. The tour ended where water met stone and every alley echoed with ghosts. The theater was La Fenice, rebuilt after fire, supposedly purified. Victor laughed when he read that in the program and told Sasha the place had never been cleaner than when it burned.Their final suite sat directly above the Grand Canal. Blackened beams, Murano chandeliers like frozen explosions, a bed draped in blood-red velvet. The moment the door shut behind the bellhop, Victor locked it, pocketed the key, and turned to her.“No safe word tonight,” he said. “No troupe. No audience. Just us.”He had waited weeks for this.He started slow, almost tender. He undressed her the way a priest unwraps relics: fingertips only, mouth following fabric down her shoulders, her breasts, the slope of her stomach. When she was naked he walked her backward until her spine met the cold glass of the balcony door. The canal lapped thirty feet below; a late gondola dri
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The tour began in Paris, a city that smelled of rain and old secrets. Their hotel overlooked the Seine, all gilt and velvet, with a bed big enough for an orgy and windows that never quite closed against the night. Victor had the connecting door to the rest of the troupe locked from the inside. For the first three days in every city, Sasha belonged to no one but him.He started with denial.The first morning in Paris he woke her with his mouth between her legs, licking slow, lazy circles until she was bucking against his face, then stopped. He rolled away, dressed, and left for rehearsal without a word. She lay there throbbing, untouched, for six hours. When he returned he found her on her knees in the middle of the suite, fingers buried inside herself, chasing the orgasm he had forbidden.He did not speak. He simply unbuckled his belt.The beating was methodical: twenty strokes across her ass and thighs with the leather until she was striped crimson and sobbing into the carpet. Only t
Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection) My mate's father 3
The first time Sasha saw the Kane Collective perform, she understood why tickets cost more than most people earned in a month. The old vaudeville theater had been gutted and reborn as a cathedral of shadows and red velvet. No seats on the floor, only a ring of low couches and ottomans where the audience reclined like Roman emperors. The stage was a circle of black glass lit from beneath, turning every drop of sweat into liquid ruby.Victor had kept her blindfolded in the wings until the house lights died. When the silk fell away, the troupe was already moving. Twelve bodies, naked except for intricate harnesses of thin gold chain that caught the strobes like lightning frozen mid-flash. The choreography was viciously beautiful: lifts that ended with teeth on throats, spins that left welts across ribs, leaps that landed in deliberate, grinding straddles. The audience moaned in unison when a male dancer pinned a woman to the glass and fucked her slowly while the others danced around them
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The elevator to Victor’s penthouse opened directly into the studio: one vast room of black marble floors, floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and a single steel barre bolted to the far wall. Moonlight poured through the wall of windows overlooking the city, silvering every surface. Sasha stepped out barefoot, wearing only the thin silk robe he had told her to bring and nothing beneath. The air smelled of cedar and something sharper (his skin, already waiting).Victor stood in the center, shirtless, black warm-up pants riding low on his hips. The low light carved shadows across the ridges of muscle she had only felt in the dark before. He didn’t speak. He simply crooked one finger.She crossed the room, robe fluttering open with every step until it slipped from her shoulders and pooled on the floor. Naked, she stopped an inch from him, pulse hammering in her throat.“Kneel,” he said.The marble was cold against her knees. He circled her slowly, trailing the end of a long crimson silk rope across
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Sasha pushed open the heavy stage door of the old opera house, the iron groaning like it resented intruders after midnight. The audition notice had been cryptic: “Kane Collective. Invitation only. No limits.” She had come anyway, twenty-five, broke, and hungry for something more than another corps de ballet rejection.Inside, the theater was stripped bare. No seats, no curtain, just a single pool of white light on the raked stage and Victor Kane waiting beneath it. Tall, black hair slicked back, white shirt open at the throat, he looked more like a predator who had wandered into the wrong century than a choreographer. His eyes tracked her the way a pianist studies a new score, already hearing music no one else could.“Shoes off,” he said, voice low, precise. “Everything else stays until I say otherwise.”Sasha kicked off her worn pointe shoes and walked into the light. The wooden floor was cold against her bare feet. She felt the familiar tug of nerves low in her stomach, but somethin
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