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Chapter 7: The Lesson

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Elara

The black marble floor of the luxury room is frozen beneath my knees, a bite that cuts through the fine silk of my dress like punishment. I did not choose to kneel. No. It was an order, whispered in a voice so low it echoed through my bones like a whiplash. On your knees. Two words. Two syllables that broke what remained of my resistance.

My palms spread out against the cold, fingers spread, as if I could hold on to something, to my dignity, perhaps. But there is nothing. Just the echo o
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    ElaraThe day filters through the shutters, casting dusty rays of light on the floor of my room. I am home. Alone. The silence is a heavy, suffocating presence after the noises of last night—the breaths, the whispers, the screams.I get up from the bed, my sore muscles protesting with every movement. A dull, familiar pain, a physical reminder of what happened. I walk to my wardrobe, my fingers brushing against the simple, practical fabrics of my everyday clothes. A plain cotton dress. Simple underwear. Each piece I put on feels like a disguise, a screen behind which I hide. The torn silk is left back there, in that room, like the skin of another me.—I want you to take me, Kael. I want you to fill me. I want you to possess me.My own words resonate in my head, an incessant and shameful loop. I hear them, I taste that plea on my tongue again. It wasn't a complaint torn from pain. It was an offer. An invitation.I look at myself in the mirror. My reflection shows a normal image, a sligh

  • Spicy Hot    Chapter 10: The Price of Submission 2

    I lean in, my breath hot on his cheek.“But tonight, Elara, it’s not just what you want that matters. That's what I decide. And what Isadora decides.I stand up, my gaze turning to Isadora. She nods slightly, encouraging me. The hardest part starts now. It's no longer just about the flesh.“Get up, Elara,” I said firmly.She hesitates, then slowly gets up, wrapping herself in the torn silk of her dress. She is barely dressed, and each movement reveals a little more of her vulnerability. His skin is still red from my kisses and bites. I can feel Isadora watching her, analyzing every part of her body, every reaction.—Isadora, what do you expect from me? I asked, placing myself between her and Elara, as if to protect her, but also to challenge her.“Nothing more than what you’re already doing, Kael,” Isadora replies. You must teach him the true meaning of submission. Submission that is not forced by pain, but chosen by desire. You must make her understand that she can only get what she

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    KaelI drag her to the bed, throwing her on it unceremoniously. She landed on her back, her dress crumpling around her. I throw myself at her, ignoring the discomfort of her clothes, my body seeking direct contact with her skin. I tear the silk, my fingers clawing, ripping, revealing. Her breasts are tense, her nipples hardened by the cold and excitement. I catch them in my mouth, pulling, nibbling gently. She moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders.— Kael… please…“No please, Elara. Just take it. Bite. Scream. Whatever you want.I pull down my jeans, freeing my still hard cock. She looks at him, her eyes wide, then her gaze rises to mine, a glimmer of madness mixed with desire. I grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly to position myself.“Here, now,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.I push her against the mattress, my body overwhelming her. My hands part her thighs, my fingers still brushing the wetness that makes her so ready. I feel her pussy tense under my pressure, her muscles ti

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    KaelMy breath burns against her skin, her fingers tremble along my belt, seeking permission she doesn't dare ask. Isadora sitting in an armchair, looking at us. Her whole body vibrates with an impatience that drives me crazy, this moist heat between her thighs pressed against my pelvis, this smell of vanilla and sweat that rises from her, intoxicating. She doesn't need to speak. His eyes, two dark embers, say it all: I need you now.I don't move. Not right away.I see his pupils dilate, eager. She licks her lips, and this time, it's me who's losing my patience.With a sudden movement, I grabbed her by the waist, my fingers digging into the silk of her dress as if I could tear it just by touching it. She gasps as I pin her against the wall, the cold marble against her back, her breasts crushed against my chest. His mouth opens beneath mine before I even kiss him, his lips soft and warm, his tongue seeking mine with a desperation that makes me groan. She has this taste, this mixture of

  • Spicy Hot    Chapter 7: The Lesson

    Elara The black marble floor of the luxury room is frozen beneath my knees, a bite that cuts through the fine silk of my dress like punishment. I did not choose to kneel. No. It was an order, whispered in a voice so low it echoed through my bones like a whiplash. On your knees. Two words. Two syllables that broke what remained of my resistance.My palms spread out against the cold, fingers spread, as if I could hold on to something, to my dignity, perhaps. But there is nothing. Just the echo of my ragged breathing, the rustle of silk against my skin as I slouch, thighs clenched, heart pounding. Behind me, Isadora, her presence is a breath against my neck, an almost imperceptible whisper.—Good girl.His words slide over me like poisoned honey, sweet and burning at the same time. I hate the way my body reacts, the way my hips lift imperceptibly, like I'm already begging without even opening my mouth.Then him: Kael.He stands before me, naked, and I don't need to look up to know that

  • Spicy Hot    Chapter 6: handcuffs 

    ELARANow I'm handcuffed and the leather of the handcuffs tightens my wrists, an icy and implacable second skin. Isadora took her time adjusting them, her fingers brushing my flesh with clinical precision, savoring my submission. Each loop tightens, each metallic click echoes in the thick silence of the room. She takes a step back, admiring her work, her lips curled in a predatory smile. “Perfect,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse, caressing. Now let's see how long you can hold out.The first lash cracks before I can tense up. A line of fire crosses my back, I gasp, my fingers tighten around the handcuffs, the chains clink weakly. The pain is sharp, precise, but even worse is the way Isadora follows it with a caress, her nails tracing the burning furrow on my skin, as if to soothe what she has just inflicted. “You’re already trembling,” she notes, amused. It's barely started. I grit my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a moan, but my body betrays me. My skin tingles, hyp

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