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Addicted to Your Touch - Chapter 13
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2026-03-02 04:40:15
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The Sunday afternoon was lazy, the sun filtering through the half-closed blinds of Hellen's apartment, painting golden stripes on the light wooden floor. The air smelled of fresh coffee and her perfume—floral, with a note of vanilla that always left him hungry for more than food. Jaston was sitting on the sofa, legs stretched out, reading some book on design he had picked from her shelf. Hellen entered the room from the bedroom, wearing a tight black pencil skirt and a white silk blouse, her hair tied in a high bun that left her neck exposed. On her feet, thin heels that clicked on the floor like a code of authority.She sat beside him, crossed her legs, and took the book from his hands without ceremony. She closed it with a sharp snap and placed it on the coffee table.“We need to talk,” she said, her voice calm but firm.Jaston turned to her, his heart already racing. He knew the tone. He knew that when she started like this, the night—or the weekend—would be intense.“About what?”
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The playroom in the basement of Hellen's house was small, almost intimate—walls of exposed brick painted dark gray, polished concrete floor covered by a thick black rug, a dark wooden St. Andrew's cross fixed to the wall opposite the door. In the center, a padded spanking bench in red leather, chains hanging from the ceiling with discreet hooks, a low table with accessories arranged neatly: plugs, lubricants, thin whips, the familiar black leather strap-on. Two floor lamps with amber light created long, warm shadows, almost comforting.Hellen had prepared everything in advance. Jaston arrived at 9 PM sharp, as agreed. He wore only gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt—clothes easy to remove. When he entered the room, Hellen was already there, in high black boots, leather leggings, and a cropped lace top. The strap-on was already strapped to her hips, the medium silicone dildo glistening with lubricant.“On your knees,” she said, without preliminaries.Jaston obeyed. He knelt on the rug,
Taboo: Ties and Sins Addicted to Your Touch - Chapter 13
The old mansion in the Santa Luzia mountains looked like something out of an old movie—gray stone facade, tall arched windows, a garden illuminated by paper lanterns swaying in the cold night wind. It was a vacation home belonging to a couple who were friends of Hellen's, renovated with discretion and enough money to turn the basement into a private space that no one mentioned out loud. The party had no official name. It was just "the Saturday gathering." Invitations via encrypted messages, no photos, no direct mention of what happened inside. Those who arrived knew exactly where they were.Hellen drove the car slowly along the dirt road, the headlights cutting through the darkness. Jaston was in the passenger seat, wearing an impeccable white dress shirt, black dress pants, and polished shoes. Under the open collar of the shirt—two buttons undone, as she had instructed—the black leather day collar rested hot against his skin. The discreet steel ring barely showed, but he felt every b
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The night was cold by Santa Luzia's standards—a dry wind descended from the mountains, making the windows rattle slightly in the old frames of Hellen's apartment. Inside, however, the air was hot, dense, laden with the scent of sandalwood incense she had lit half an hour earlier. The lights were low: just two thick beeswax candles on the nightstand and a floor lamp with a red fabric shade that tinged everything in a blood-dark hue. The bedroom seemed like a small temple, prepared for a ritual that neither of them had named yet.Hellen waited seated on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, wearing a long black velvet dress that fell loosely to her ankles. Her bare feet touched the soft Persian rug. In her hands, a small navy blue velvet box, the size of a palm. Inside, something she had ordered weeks before from a discreet shop in Belo Horizonte: a day collar. Italian black leather, soft as second skin, with a discreet surgical steel ring in the front—thin enough to go unnoticed under a d
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Hellen's phone vibrated on the nightstand while she was taking a shower. It wasn't anything urgent—just a random Instagram notification she didn't even plan to open. But his name appeared on the locked screen: @jaston_oliveira tagged you in a photo. Curious, she quickly dried her hands, entered the password, and opened it.The photo was old. Three years ago, maybe four. Jaston and a woman—tall, with wavy brown hair, a wide smile, and eyes that seemed to know everything. They were on some beach, tanned bodies pressed together, arms wrapped around each other's waists. He was laughing with his head thrown back; she was kissing the corner of his mouth. The ex's caption was simple: “Eternal longing, love. You were the best chapter.” The post date: two days ago. And the worst part: Jaston had liked it. An hour ago.Hellen felt her stomach churn. It wasn't just jealousy—it was pure venom, acidic, burning from her throat to her chest. She dropped the phone as if it burned. She got out of the
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Hellen’s apartment smelled of golden garlic, fresh herbs, and anticipation. The kitchen lights were low—just the pendant lamp above the granite island and two thick candles in black iron candlesticks. The table was set for one person only: deep plate, silver cutlery, glass of red wine, napkin folded with precision. Hellen had chosen everything carefully. That night was not about a romantic dinner. It was about service. Formal. Total.Jaston arrived at 19:55, punctual as always. He wore dark jeans and a simple black t-shirt—clothes that would be removed in seconds. Hellen opened the door in a deep-red silk robe, short enough to show her thighs, the belt loosely tied, revealing the valley between her breasts. Satin black slippers on her feet. Absolute command in her eyes.“Come in,” she said, no welcome kiss. Just a nod. “Take everything off. Right here.”Jaston obeyed. Shoes by the entrance. Socks. T-shirt pulled over his head. Jeans and underwear sliding down together. He was naked in
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