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The House on Street B

Author: Author Khepri
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-22 20:53:27

The key stuck in the lock at first, stubborn from years of use. Cassie jiggled it gently, the metal scraping against the pins until the mechanism gave way with a soft click. She pushed the door open slowly, stepping into the quiet stillness.

Her childhood home!

She had lived here, before moving away, for as long as she could remember. Their father, now a fading memory, bought the house when the owner was downsizing. Cassie had been five at the time, but she could still picture her father on a ladder, painting the walls of her bedroom pink. She missed him.

The air smelled faintly of lavender, her mother's favorite scent and dust, as if time had been paused, not passed. Sunlight filtered through the purple curtains in the living room, casting soft shadows on the hardwood floor. Everything was just as she remembered—familiar yet distant, like a dream she’d had too many times to believe was real.

Cassie dropped her purse on the table and stood in the hallway, letting the memories come. Th
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  • Whispers of Submission    Travelling

    Cassie woke to the soft gray light of winter dawn filtering through the heavy curtains of Reggie’s bedroom. The clock on the nightstand read 6:12 a.m. Reggie was still asleep beside her, one arm flung across the pillows, chest rising and falling in the slow, deep rhythm of someone who had finally let exhaustion win after a long night. His face looked softer in sleep, the sharp edges of his usual intensity smoothed away. She smiled, tracing the line of his jaw with her eyes, then carefully slipped from beneath the duvet.The floor was cool against her bare feet. She padded into the en-suite bathroom, easing the door closed behind her. After relieving herself, she stood at the sink and splashed cold water on her face, chasing away the last of sleep. Her reflection stared back. Her cheeks were still faintly flushed from last night, eyes bright with something she couldn't put a finger on. She reached for a toothbrush, realized hers was in her own room, and spotted the spare one still in i

  • Whispers of Submission    After

    The lair was quiet now, save for the soft rasp of Cassie’s breathing and the faint crackle of the last candle Reggie had blown out. Her body still trembled in the aftershocks, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, wax, and the evidence of everything they’d done. The nipple clamps were gone, the spreader bar unbuckled, and the cuffs unlocked with careful fingers that had kissed each red mark they’d left behind. She lay limp against the black silk sheets, boneless, eyes half-lidded and dreamy.Reggie knelt beside her, a warm, damp cloth in hand. He started at her face; gentle strokes across her forehead, her cheeks, the corners of her eyes where tears of pleasure and frustration had dried. Cassie sighed, turning her cheek into the cloth like a cat seeking more warmth.“You were perfect,” he murmured, voice low and rough from hours of dirty commands and groans. “So fucking perfect, Cass.”She managed a small, sated smile. “I screamed your name loud enough to wake the neighbors.”He

  • Whispers of Submission    Fuck, yeah

    The cuffs bit into the soft skin of her wrists just enough to remind her she wasn’t going anywhere. Cassie’s arms stretched above her head, shoulders open, chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate pants. The silver chain between the nipple clamps swayed with every ragged breath, each tiny movement sending fresh sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core. Reggie had already secured her ankles to the spreader bar; the cold black leather pressing into the tender flesh of her inner thighs leaving her legs splayed wide, helpless, her dripping pussy on full, shameless display under the low amber lights of the lair.He stood at the foot of the bed for what felt like an eternity, simply looking.The candle flame danced in his hand, casting flickering shadows across his sharp features. His eyes were black with hunger, pupils blown wide, drinking in every inch of her vulnerability: the wax pearls already hardening on her flushed skin, the slick shine coating her inner thighs, the way he

  • Whispers of Submission    Strip-tease and dirty talk

    The door connecting the lair to his bedroom swung open with a soft, deliberate creak that echoed through the dimly lit space like a promise. Cassie’s breath caught in her throat, her body already strung tight from the endless wait. She didn’t dare move from her position. The sheer white babydoll clung to her skin, damp with anticipation, every inch of her exposed and aching for him.Reggie stepped inside, his presence filling the room. In one hand, he held a thick beeswax candle and a sleek silver lighter; in the other, a pair of delicate nipple clamps dangled from their chain, glinting under the lights. He set them down on the bedside table with careful precision, his eyes never leaving her. She could feel his gaze like a physical touch, tracing the curve of her spine, the swell of her ass, the slick evidence of her need glistening between her thighs.“Fuck, Cass,” he murmured, his voice rough and low as he moved closer. His palm settled on her ass first, warm and possessive, rubbing

  • Whispers of Submission    Finally Home

    They arrived at the house just as the city quieted into that late-hour hush. It felt very intimate. Reggie killed the engine, the sudden silence pressing against Cassie’s ears. Her pulse hadn’t slowed since the boutique; if anything, it had climbed higher with every mile, every casual stroke of his fingers along her thigh.He was out first, rounding the hood with that predatory grace she could never quite get used to. When he opened her door, he extended his hand, palm up.“My lady,” he said, voice low and amused.Cassie couldn’t help it; she giggled, the sound bubbling out of her like champagne. The formality was so at odds with the filthy promises still hanging between them that it felt deliciously absurd. She placed her fingers in his, letting him pull her up and out of the seat until their bodies brushed. His thumb grazed the inside of her wrist once, deliberately, before he released her.He reached into the back for the six glossy black bags, gathering them all in one large hand

  • Whispers of Submission    Revenge in Lace

    They stepped out of the restaurant into the cool night, but the air did nothing to temper the furnace blazing between them. Cassie’s entire body felt like one exposed nerve, every brush of the silk dress against her skin a reminder of what Reggie had done and what he hadn’t let her do. Her thighs still trembled from the slow, deliberate torture under the table, and the memory of his fingers sliding away just as she teetered on the edge made her want to scream or bite him or both. Reggie’s palm settled low on her back as they walked to the valet, thumb tracing slow, maddening circles that felt like ownership. She shivered, not from cold. “Thank you for dinner,” she managed, voice husky, sliding into the warm leather of the SUV. “Anytime,” he murmured, the word curling around her like smoke before he shut the door with a soft, final click. He circled the hood, jacket open, tie loosened just enough to reveal the strong column of his throat. When he climbed in and started the engine,

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