All Chapters of Bound By His Rules {M×M}: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

2 ~ Forbidden Desires Unleashed Morning light sliced through the thin curtains, painting stripes across Victor’s bare back. He was already up—shirtless, jeans slung low, standing at the kitchen counter grinding coffee beans. The rich, dark scent filled the cabin, mixing with the faint musk of last night still clinging to my skin.I stayed rooted by the door a minute longer, wrists faintly tender from the belt, ass deliciously sore. Every shift of my hips reminded me how thoroughly he had taken me apart. My cock twitched at the memory.He must have heard me stir because he glanced over his shoulder. Those gray eyes caught mine and held.“Morning,” he said, voice still gravel-rough from sleep.“Morning.” I sounded wrecked. Probably looked it too.Victor poured two mugs, black, no sugar, and carried them over. I walked back into the room and he followed. He set one on the nightstand, then sat on the edge of the mattress, close enough that his thigh pressed against mine through the shee

4 ~ The Inevitable ClimaxWe had spent the rest of the day with coffee in bed, slow kisses that turned into nothing more than holding each other, like we were both afraid the spell would break if we moved too fast.But now the air felt charged again. Victor had been watching me all evening with that steady, predatory look, the one that made my skin prickle and my cock thicken before he even touched me.He stood by the fireplace, shirt unbuttoned to the navel, sleeves rolled, the firelight licking over the silver at his temples and the dark hair on his chest. In his hand dangled a narrow black leather collar—simple, unadorned, with a small silver ring at the front. He had pulled it from a drawer earlier like it was nothing, but the sight of it had made my breath catch.“On your knees,” he said. Not loud. Just certain.I sank down without a word, the rug soft under my bare knees. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat.Victor stepped closer, boots creaking faintly on t

Chike’s words hung in the air like smoke. “Then let’s give him a show.”Zara pulled back from the kiss, her lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust. She glanced at me—searching my face for something. Permission? Reassurance? I don’t know what she saw, but she smiled slowly and turned back to him.Chike stood up, towering over her even as she rose to meet him. His hands went to the hem of her red dress, lifting it inch by inch, exposing her thighs, then the lace panties underneath. He peeled it off over her head, tossed it aside. She stood there in just a bra and panties—black lace that contrasted against her skin, nipples already hard and poking through the fabric.He didn’t rush. His fingers traced her collarbone, down between her breasts, unhooking the bra with one hand. It fell away. Her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, the way I loved them. But it was him touching them now, cupping one, his thumb circling the nipple until she sighed.I sat frozen in the armchair, heart pounding

Chike pulled out of Zara with a slow, wet slide. His cock glistened—thick shaft coated in her shine, veins still pulsing, the broad head flared and dark, a mix of their juices dripping from the tip. It bobbed heavily as he straightened up, looking even bigger slick and used. Zara collapsed back onto the couch, legs spread wide, fingers sliding lazily through her folds, eyes locked on us with that hungry gleam.I was still on my knees, breathing hard, my own cock out and throbbing in my hand. The taste of them lingered on my tongue—salty, musky, overwhelming. Guilt crashed over me again, heavier this time. What the hell was I doing? Licking another man’s cock. My wife’s ex. But the shame only made me harder, like my body was punishing me for wanting it.Chike looked down at me, hand wrapping around his base, stroking slowly to keep himself hard. “Your turn properly now, Tunde. On your knees right.”My stomach knotted. Fear hit sharp—real panic. I’d never sucked a cock before. Never e

Ada was already halfway out the door when she turned back, keys jingling in her hand. “Kelechi, please. Just twenty minutes. His lower back’s been killing him since that pickup game last weekend. You’ve got those strong hands from all the gym videos you watch. Help him out, please?”I shrugged like it was no big deal. “Sure. No problem.”She smiled, relieved, then glanced at Jide sprawled on the couch in his gym shorts and tank top. “Be nice to my brother, yeah? Don’t scare him.”Jide laughed, low and easy. “Me? I’m a gentleman.”Ada rolled her eyes and left. The front door clicked shut. The house suddenly felt smaller.Jide stretched, arms over his head, tank riding up to show a strip of dark, tight abs. He was built like he lived in the weight room—broad shoulders, thick thighs, the kind of body that made my throat go dry every time he came over. I’d been stealing glances for months, telling myself it was nothing. Just admiration. Nothing more.He stood up, grabbed the yoga mat A