All Chapters of Whispers of Submission : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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An empty house

Reggie parked his sleek, matte-black sedan in the driveway, his mind drifting into the quiet anticipation of the weekend. The drive had been quite long but he had needed it to get his mind in order. From all that thinking, one thing was clear; he wanted Cassie. And he had promised himself to stop running, at least for a minute and get to know her. He had delegated his monthly trips to his subordinates as they were capable of handling anything. He needed rest and the thought of collapsing on the couch and sleeping the the jetlag away made him park quickly. But first, he needed to find Cassie and let her know that he was home. But when he opened the door and stepped inside, the apartment was empty. Not even a trace of her; no warmth lingering on the sofa, no faint scent of her shampoo in the air. His brow furrowed. It wasn’t like Cassie to be out late without leaving a note. He set down his suitcase, already calculating the possibilities: maybe she had gone out with friends from work,

Hangover and calls

Cassie groaned as the shrill ringing of her phone cut through the fog of sleep. It was on the bedside table, blinking insistently, and she fumbled blindly for it, her hair falling into her eyes. Without even looking at the screen, she pressed the answer button, her voice thick with sleep. “Hello?” she mumbled, the sound rough from the alcohol and lack of proper rest. “Where are you?” came the voice on the other end. The person sounded impatient and demanding. Cassie’s head felt stuffed with cotton. Her temples throbbed and her throat ached from yesterday’s shouting and laughter. She blinked rapidly, trying to orient herself. “I… I’m at home,” she croaked, her voice hoarse. “You’re not,” Reggie said, his calm tone leaving no room for argument. Cassie froze, the fog in her brain lifting slightly. “Who… who is this?” she slurred, squinting around the dim room in confusion. “It’s Reggie,” he answered simply. Her eyes flew open, and in that instant of clarity, her head jerked

Back home

After a slow and lazy lunch at Nina’s, Cassie leaned back against the chair, stretching her arms above her head. The hangover had dulled to a manageable throb and it had been replaced by a slow temple throb that she could treat by more sleep. She sipped the last of her water and smiled faintly. “Thanks for everything, Nina,” she said, her voice warm, genuine. “It was… fun. Really fun.” Nina grinned, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course. I knew you needed it. You’ve been working like a machine, Cass. It’s good to see you unwind a little. Girl, you can really shake what your mama gave you .” Cassie stood, brushing crumbs from her dress. “I try my best." She was blushing. She had never really been the dancing type even though the few times that she let herself throw it, Emily had praised her for it. I'll l call you when I get home. I want to make sure Reggie doesn’t think I’ve run off completely. Thank you for everything.” Nina chuckled. “Fair enough. Text me

Dinner

The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the apartment as Reggie carried the steaming dishes from the stove to the dining area. Cassie followed him, still bundled in the soft blanket she had wrapped around herself on the couch earlier. The familiar domesticity of the scene settled her nerves. After the chaos of last night and the lingering tension of the weekend, she welcomed the calm. “Here, let me help you,” Cassie said, stepping up to assist. She took the larger serving bowls, gently spooning portions onto their plates. Reggie’s hands hovered for a moment, almost reflexively, before he let her take control. “Careful with the potatoes,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I spent enough time trying not to burn them.” Cassie laughed softly, the sound easing the remaining tension from her shoulders. “I’ll be gentle,” she replied. Her fingers brushed against his as she handed him a plate, and a small shiver traveled up her spine. She almost dropped the plate. She took the f

Breathless cumming

They finished eating in a silence that hung heavy between them, thick with unspoken words and lingering glances. The clink of forks against plates had been the only sound for the last few minutes, each bite a distraction from the heat that had sparked during that impulsive kiss. Reggie watched Cassie from across the table, her cheeks still faintly flushed, her lips slightly swollen from the way he'd claimed them. He wanted to say something to bridge the gap he'd created with his apology, but the words stuck in his throat like dry bread.Cassie stood first, gathering the plates with efficient movements. She stacked them carefully, avoiding his eyes as she carried them to the sink. The water ran hot, steam rising as she began rinsing the remnants of their meal away. Reggie pushed back his chair, the scrape of wood on floor echoing in the quiet apartment."Let me help," he said, stepping closer. His voice was low, tentative, like he was testing the waters.She shook her head without look

The Waiting Game

The taste of Reggie still lingered on her tongue. It was a reminder of the power she had just wielded over him. She could hear his ragged breathing fading behind her, and a thrill shot through her at the thought of what might come next. They had crossed so many lines already but tonight, she craved more. She wanted him inside her, filling her completely, ramming into her with that hard cock she had just brought to ecstasy. She was ready to be taken, used in the dirtiest, most pleasurable ways imaginable, pinned down, stretched and claimed without mercy. Her room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, casting soft shadows across the rumpled sheets. She shut the door behind her, but not all the way, just enough to signal an invitation. She slowly stripped off her thin top, letting it fall to the floor. Her bra followed, then she shimmied out of her lounge wear and panties next, kicking them aside until she stood completely naked. Her skin was prickling with anticipation. Her nipples harden

Fucked like a whore

Condom on, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely. The stretch was exquisite, her walls gripping him tightly. He was slow at first, then harder, ramming into her as she had craved. The crucifix held her steady, allowing him to pound deeper, his hands gripping her hips. They moved together, sweat-slicked and frantic, until Reggie reached down to rub her clit. "Cum for me, Cass." She shattered, crying out as waves of orgasm crashed over her. He followed moments later, groaning as he spilled inside her.A few seconds later, Reggie unfastened the cuffs with gentle hands, rubbing Cassie's wrists to soothe any lingering ache. She sagged against him, legs shaky, her body humming with satisfaction. But even as the high faded, a new hunger stirred. One orgasm wasn't enough, not after the teasing. She wanted more of this side of him, the dominant edge that made her feel alive in ways she hadn't known possible. "You okay?" he asked, his voice rough but concerned, pulling her int

Spent

The lair was quiet now except for their breathing and heartbeat. Reggie’s chest was still heaving and sweat was cooling on his skin as he carried Cassie the last few steps to the massive four-poster bed tucked into the far corner of the room. The frame was dark mahogany, carved with almost invisible hooks and rings. They were tools for restraint disguised as ornamentation. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows. He laid her down as gently as if she were made of glass but his eyes said otherwise. Hunger still burned in his eyes, raw and unapologetic. Cassie sprawled across the cool linen, legs falling open without shame, her pussy swollen and glistening, a slow trickle of his cum leaking from her onto the sheets. He had abandoned the condom with her consent. She hadn't been with anyone else and he hadn't fucked anyone after his last test. The sight of his semi-hard cock made her stomach flutter with fresh heat. She was sore, deliciously used, and still starving for more. “You’r

The Aftermath

The lair’s air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Reggie lay on his back, one arm tucked beneath Cassie’s neck, her head resting on his chest as their breathing slowly synced. Her body felt boneless and warm against him. The faint pink handprints on her ass was a quiet reminder of how far they had gone tonight. For a long moment neither spoke; they soaked in the silence. Eventually Reggie pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “Come on, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep right here.” Cassie made a small, drowsy sound of protest when he slipped out from under her, but she didn’t fight it. She watched through half-lidded eyes as he padded naked across the room, muscles shifting under the moonlight, and disappeared through the hidden panel that connected the lair to his private suite. A moment later she heard the rush of water and the scent of something vanilla and minty wafting through the room. Reggie returned barefoot,

The Nightmare

Cassie drifted between sleep and waking, the world feeling distant with each breath. Reggie’s heartbeat thudded slowly and steadily beneath her cheek, his chest rising and falling chest the most comforting rhythm she’d ever known. The room was dark, the city’s glow muted by heavy curtains, and the sheets smelled of cedar and warm skin. She was almost gone again when the first tremor ran through him. It was small at first, just a twitch of his fingers against her back. Then his breath hitched. A low, wounded sound escaped his throat; half-sigh, half-whimper. Cassie stirred, blinking into the darkness. “Reggie?” she murmured, still sleepy. He didn’t answer. The twitch became a jerk. His legs kicked once, hard, the duvet bunching at the foot of the bed. Another sound, sharper this time. It was raw and frightened and it tore out of him with such intensity that had his whole body going rigid. His muscles locked and fists clenched so tight the knuckles almost cracked. Cassie pushed up o

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