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2025-05-09 15:31:03The air crackled with anticipation as Cassie, eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement, stood before the masked man. His figure was shrouded in darkness, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
"Ready, little one?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of menace. Cassie swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never experienced anything like this before, but the thrill of the unknown had drawn her in. "Yes, sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The masked man chuckled, a low, guttural sound that made Cassie's knees weak. He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to gently cup her chin. "Good," he said, his voice deepening. "Now, let's begin." With a swift motion, he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear. Cassie felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body as his breath fanned against her skin. "You will call me Master," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. "Yes, Master," Cassie replied, her voice trembling slightly. The masked man smiled, a cruel, predatory grin that sent a shiver down Cassie's spine. He began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers deftly undoing each button. As the fabric fell away, revealing her bare shoulders, Cassie felt a wave of heat wash over her. "You look edible," the masked man murmured, his eyes raking over her body. Cassie felt a blush creep up her cheeks as the masked man's gaze lingered on her breasts. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable before. She made as if to cover her breasts with her hands but the man stopped her. "I'll take those," he said while binding her hands behind her back using a soft cloth. Done, his hand reached out to caress her breast. Cassie gasped, her body arching involuntarily as his touch sent shivers down her spine. "You like that, don't you?" the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive. Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. Cassie felt a tingle as his lips reached the sensitive spot behind her ear. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as he nibbled on her skin. "You are so beautiful," the masked man murmured, his eyes raking over her body. Her dress was piled by the foot of the bedtl "Master, please," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. The masked man chuckled, his hand reaching out to caress her thigh. Cassie gasped, her body arching involuntarily as his touch sent shivers down her spine. "You like that, don't you?" the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive. Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing down her leg. Cassie felt a tingle as his lips reached the sensitive spot behind her knee. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as he nibbled on her skin. "Master, please, don't stop," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. The masked man chuckled, his hand reaching down to unbutton her panties. As the fabric fell away, revealing her bare mound, Cassie felt a rush of excitement. "You look so beautiful," the masked man murmured, his eyes raking over her body. Cassie felt a blush creep up her cheeks as the masked man's gaze lingered on her most intimate parts. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable before. "Master, please," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. The masked man chuckled, his hand reaching out to caress her clitoris. Cassie gasped, her body arching involuntarily as his touch sent shivers down her spine. "You like that, don't you?" the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive. Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her clitoris. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing down her inner thighs. "Master, please," she whispered, her voice filled with desire. The masked man chuckled, "Spread your legs for me." Cassie felt a wave of heat wash over her as he exposed her to his gaze. She did as asked though. His gaze lingered on her most intimate parts. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. "Master, please," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. The masked man chuckled, his hand reaching out to caress her clitoris. Cassie moaned loudly. "Ah, you like that, don't you?" the masked man asked, his voice low and seductive. Cassie could only nod, her body trembling with anticipation. The masked man smiled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her clitoris. Cassie closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "Now, let's see what else you like," the masked man murmured, his lips trailing kisses down her inner thighs. Cassie felt a tingle as his lips reached the sensitive spot between her legs. She moaned shamelessly, her body arching involuntarily as he nibbled on her skin. She had abandoned all her reservations. She moved her legs, wanting to close them from the sweet assault but he held them open. He lifted his head and gave her a stern look. "Don't move, or I'll have to bind your legs too," he warned, his voice stern and serious. Cassie tried to stay still but his tongue was too warm, too skilled. She had never experienced such a feeling. She felt like she was falling but was not ready to be let down. She wanted to remain in the clouds. "I am going to have to chain your legs," he said standing up. He opened a drawer next to the bed and took out a pair of leg chains. They were pink in colour. Cassie imagined whom they belonged to. She shook her head, trying to rid herself off the thoughts. She was here to break her virginity and not create bonds. Thinking about the masked man with other women was going to get her in trouble. He moved close to her head and blindfolded her with a soft cloth. "There, all set. Where were we?" he asked. Cassie did not answer because he did not expect her to. She was at his mercy now and she did not know what to do about it. She could say the safe word and he would let her go. But she did not want to, she wanted to see this through. "So beautiful," he said to her pussy. She was open, glistening and ready for his tongue. The contact shocked her. She could not see him therefore could not know where he was, well except for his amazing outdoor, timber scent: He smelled divine, so edible. She tried to move as his tongue danced on her pussy, his lips sucking her clit. His fingers majestically, like a guitar, slithered in and out of her. She was stuck and had no option but to feel it all. She was going to die from all the sweetness.
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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,
Whispers of Submission A date and two fingers in
Cassie stepped into the penthouse just as the sun dipped below the skyline, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The place felt empty without Reggie’s presence. She kicked off her heels by the door, padded to the kitchen for a glass of water, and checked her phone. No missed calls. No texts. He’d promised seven, but the clock on the microwave blinked 6:45, and the only sound was the distant hum of the city below. She wasn’t worried yet. Reggie’s days were a whirlwind of meetings and mergers; delays happened. Still, as she wandered to her room, the anticipation that had simmered all afternoon twisted into a low hum of impatience. She showered quickly, letting the hot water wash away the office grime, then stood in front of her closet debating outfits like it was a battlefield strategy. Elegant but simple, she decided. Nothing flashy that screamed trying too hard, but enough to make his eyes darken the way they did when he wanted her. She slipped into a midnight-blue silk sl
Whispers of Submission What a Day
Cassie practically sprinted from the private elevator the second the doors slid open on the thirty-second floor. Her cheeks were on fire, her thighs still trembling from the two, no, three orgasms Reggie had wrung from her in the space of forty-five scandalously late minutes. The marble hallway blurred as she speed-walked, clutching her laptop bag like a shield.“Morning!” she squeaked to the security guard, who lifted a brow but wisely said nothing.She made it to her desk, collapsed into her chair with a breathless laugh that sounded half-hysterical. Her reflection in the dark monitor looked exactly like a woman who had been thoroughly, gloriously ruined before nine a.m: Hair escaping its knot, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. She touched her mouth and felt the phantom press of Reggie’s teeth.Get it together, Cass.She powered through emails, rewrote two quarterly summaries, and somehow managed to look competent while her pulse still thrummed between her legs like a second heartbea
Whispers of Submission After the storm
Cassie surfaced slowly from sleep, the way you rise through warm water toward light. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below and the faint rustle of sheets as she stretched. Sunlight slipped through the half-open blinds in pale gold ribbons, striping the duvet and painting warm lines across her bare legs. She yawned, rolled onto her side, and froze. Reggie was there. He sat in the dove-gray velvet armchair beside her dresser, elbows resting on his knees, hands loosely clasped, watching her with the kind of stillness that felt almost sacred. The early light caught the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the shadow of stubble along his jaw, the exhaustion carved deep beneath his eyes. He looked like a man who had spent the night at war with himself. Cassie jolted upright, clutching the sheet to her chest. “Jesus, Reggie!” Her voice came out breathy and startled. “How long have you been sitting there?” He didn’t flinch. Just held her gaze with those piercing eyes. “A
Whispers of Submission The tensed drive back home
The SUV’s headlights carved twin tunnels through the dark as they left Asher’s house behind. Maple leaves skittered across the windshield like tiny red warnings. Cassie hugged the garment bags to her chest, the buttery leather of the new coat still warm. The silence inside the car was thick enough to choke. Reggie’s knuckles were pale against the black steering wheel. The muscle in his jaw ticked every time a streetlamp flashed across his face. He hadn’t said a word since they’d pulled away. Cassie tried for light. “I can't believe the short ribs were actually edible. Asher might survive adulthood after all.” Nothing. Not even a flicker of a smile. She sighed and turned to the window. Fine. If he wanted to stew, she’d let him. She traced a finger through the condensation on the glass, drawing tiny hearts she immediately erased. Five miles bled into ten. Finally he spoke, voice low and clipped. “So, a teaching job? When were you planning on telling me?” Cassie’s stomach dipped.
Whispers of Submission Dinner, and a warning
Cassie took one bite and actually moaned. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with my brother?” she asked, eyes wide. “This is… obscene. In the best way.” Asher beamed proudly. “I told you culinary school was worth my money. Mom would be proud she didn’t die in vain trying to teach me how to boil water.” Reggie swallowed a mouthful and pointed his fork at Asher. “I am impressed. If you ever quit finance, open a restaurant. I’ll fund it. I’m not even joking.” “Careful,” Cassie teased, “he’ll name it ‘Asher’s Revenge’ and only serve dishes our Mom hated.” The silky old wine flowed and the conversation stayed light: Terrible college roommates, the time Asher tried to dye his hair blond and ended up radioactive orange, the action movie Cassie had watched twice today because the lead’s abs were apparently “a public service.” Halfway through seconds, Asher leaned back and fixed his gaze on Cassie. “So. Internship. Is this tyrant treating you well, or do I need to stage an inter
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