VELVET HEAT:100 FORBIDDEN FANTASIES のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“Strip, pretty thing. I want to see all of you before I string you up like the disobedient little doll you are.” Janelle’s voice was honey-dipped steel, low and sweet but commanding. Elio’s throat bobbed with a swallow as his trembling fingers went to his shirt buttons, heart pounding so loud it echoed in his skull. He stood in the center of the basement..a room transformed from mundane storage space into a private dungeon of red velvet drapes, iron hooks, and coils of glinting rope. “I said now, Elio.” Her voice snapped like a whip, and he yelped, fumbling faster, stripping down to his tiny lace briefs. Her favorite pair. “Mmm… you do remember what I like.” Janelle circled him like a predator, trailing a nail up his bare back, making him shiver. Her bust pressed against his shoulder blades as she leaned in and whispered, “Tonight, you’re not just going to be my little plaything. You’re going to beg for everything you thought you were afraid of.” Elio whimpered, eyes fluttering.

Theme: F/F/F Threesome, Office Power Play, Exhibitionism, Degradation, Submission, Orgasm Denial Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, power imbalance, humiliation, voyeurism, soft restraints, light fearplay, dominant duo Reader discretion advised. This is filthy, reckless, and far from safe for work. The boardroom lights were dimmed, but the city behind the glass walls blazed like a thousand judging eyes. Ava was on the table..legs spread, chest heaving, wrists bound behind her with a designer belt that probably cost more than her tuition. She was dripping sweat and something else. Her skirt was on the floor. Her blouse had been ripped hours ago. Her red lace bra? A trophy now dangling from Lilith’s fingers. She couldn’t speak. Not because she wasn’t allowed…though she wasn’t. But because her mouth was currently full. Of another woman’s fingers. Marla was taller than Lilith. Darker. Colder. The head of Legal. Her heels clicked as she circled the table like a warden inspect

Theme: M/M Age-Gap, Power Imbalance, Rough Oral, Obsession Begins Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, rough face-fucking, spit, verbal degradation, age difference, teacher/student dynamic The door slammed shut. Noah West leaned back against it with a shit-eating grin, eyes glittering with something reckless. The classroom was empty, just him and the professor, the desk, and the hour ticking toward midnight. “Office hours run late tonight?” he asked, dropping his bag with a thud. Professor Calder didn’t answer. He was behind the desk, hands clasped on the surface like he was trying to stay calm…like the leash on his control was fraying. “You’re late,” Calder said at last. “I figured I’d make an entrance.” “You figured wrong.” Noah raised his brows, smug. “So what? Gonna give me another lecture, Professor?” “No,” Calder said. “Kneel.” Noah blinked. “Excuse me?” “I said…” Calder stood, pushing back his chair with enough force to scrape the floor. “Kneel.” The air shift

Julian’s eyes snapped open, dark and wild. “Who the fuck…”Noah’s breath caught, heart pounding with dread and forbidden thrill. The door creaked open just a crack. A shadow fell in the doorway.Carter.Noah froze, every nerve screaming, his body slick and trembling against Julian’s. Carter’s sharp gaze flickered between the two of them… Julian standing shirtless, sweat gleaming over taut muscles, and Noah, flushed and breathless, half-pressed against the desk.“Seriously?” Carter’s voice was slow, amused, dripping with disbelief. “You two, again?”Julian’s jaw clenched, but he smirked, unashamed. “What can I say? The boy’s irresistible.”Noah swallowed hard, cheeks burning hotter. He tried to shrink back, but Julian’s grip tightened in his hair, pulling him closer with a possessive growl.Carter stepped fully into the room, shutting the door behind him. “I hope you saved some for me,” he said, voice low and wicked.Julian’s dark eyes flicked to Carter, a spark of challenge igniting.

“You’ve been watching me, haven’t you?”Her voice was soft. Sugary. Sweetened by innocence so carefully stitched into every syllable that it felt rehearsed.Father Lucien looked up from his ledger as the final hymn faded in the distance, the last of the parishioners trickling out into the courtyard under the morning sun. His cassock still clung to him from the weight of the Mass, sweat and incense woven into its folds.Standing just inside the chapel doors was Sister Mirielle.Not Sister in the true sense…like Elena, she was still a postulant. She hadn’t taken her vows, hadn’t pledged herself to anything more than a half-hearted piety and a veil she only sometimes wore. But today… today she wore it like a weapon.Lucien closed the ledger. “Shouldn’t you be with the others, Mirielle?”She stepped forward, hands clasped like a prayer, eyes too wide to be pure. “I needed… guidance.”He studied her. Something about the way she moved…shoulders too relaxed, lips too glossy…set a slow fire i