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One Hundred And Twenty-One

Nathan's POVI move around the table with slow, precise steps. My hand drifts across the line of implements I’d laid out earlier, letting my fingers brush over cool metal, warm leather, unforgiving silicone. I can hear her breath hitch with every second of silence, her back arched with raw tension, like she’s bracing for something worse, or hoping for it.“Since you like giving performances,” I murmur as I finally settle on a toy, “let’s give the audience in your head something to remember.”She can’t see what I’m holding. That’s half the point. But the sharp inhale she makes when she hears the low mechanical click, that helpless, involuntary noise, makes my cock twitch in my jeans.I trail my fingers between her thighs first, letting the toy rest against the heated, slick seam of her body witho

One Hundred And Twenty-Two

Harper’s POVHe pulls the toy free from my mouth.I can still taste myself, and it makes my cheeks burn with humiliation. My lips are swollen, my jaw aches from how hard he worked me, and my thighs keep trembling beneath me, refusing to hold steady.I’m bent over the table, locked in place, stretched wide open, and completely helpless. My wrists are still restrained above my head. My ankles are locked in the spreader bar, keeping my legs parted far too wide to offer even a moment of modesty or escape. I’m a mess. Flushed. Slick. And so unbearably empty that I could scream.But Nathan says nothing.He lets the silence stretch out until it wraps around my throat like a second collar. I can feel him moving behind me, but I can’t see what he’s doing. I can only hear the sound of him dragging som

One Hundred And Twenty-Three

Harper's POVWhen he returns, I feel it even before I see it. The first strike lands across the backs of my ass with a deep, brutal snap.The belt.I scream again, body jolting, wrists straining uselessly against the cuffs.“Count,” he says. “You know the rules.”“One,” I sob.The second lash falls.“Two.”And he keeps going, slow and methodical, waiting just long enough between each to let the toy keep tormenting me in the silence. I don’t know how many I can take. I don’t know if he wants me to break.But the only thing I know for certain is that I’ll never tease him in public again.Not unless I want to end up exactly like this.Torn open, punished and completely at hi

One Hundred And Twenty-Four

harper's POVHis arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back into his chest. I can feel his breath at my neck, his heartbeat against my spine. He lifts me like I weigh nothing at all, carrying me away from the table and sinking onto the couch with me in his lap.I fold into him, legs shaking, arms limp, chest still heaving.His hands stroke my hair, my back, and he kisses my forehead, then my cheek, then finally, my lips, soft and slow. Not demanding. Not punishing. Just Nathan.“You’re my good girl,” he whispers against my mouth. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”And I believe him.Even broken, even used, even ruined by everything he just did to me, I feel more held now than I ever have in my life.I bury my face in his throat and let myself fall apart, knowing he’ll be the one to put

One Hundred And Twenty-Five

Mason’s POVThe party is going fine. Loud, dim, and buzzing with the kind of tension that always brews in a place like this. Theo’s being… well, Theo. Is there really any other way to explain him? Loud, unapologetic, charming in a dangerous sort of way. He’s in his element, and honestly, part of me is glad for it.I’m sitting off to the side, laptop open on my knees, pretending I have better things to do. Truthfully, I do, but it’s not the numbers or the club’s finances keeping my attention. It’s the footage. The file we’ve been waiting on finally came through about two hours ago. Nathan got the alert first, but he was already too distracted by Harper to sit and watch it properly. Not that I blame him. She flipped on him earlier. Snapped, right there in front of us, knowing full well what kind of response it would trigger.

One Hundred And Twenty-Six

Mason's POVJust like that, the weight in the room lifts. We go back to the rhythm we know best. Joking. Teasing. Guarding each other with sharp words and deeper loyalty.But the file is still on my laptop. The image of that man’s hand on her arm, the fear in her eyes is stuck in my mind.Nathan may have punished her tonight. But Theo…Theo will destroy him.“Ready to leave?” Nathan glances over at us.“The staff can handle things here. So yeah, we’re good,” I reply.The truth is, we need to leave. I have to show him the video. That footage has been sitting on my mind like a weight all night, and it won’t get lighter until he’s seen it. Nathan stands with Harper still curled against his chest, and that’s when it hits me, there’s no way I can show h

One Hundred And Twenty-Seven

Harper’s POVI wake up alone, and the quiet makes me smile.Last night with Nathan was... different. Not just intense. Not just rough. It peeled something back. Something raw and steady that lived under his surface, just out of reach before. He wasn’t cold. He wasn’t just acting out some role. He saw me. And he made sure I felt every second of it.He prefers to gag. To blindfold. I noticed that. It’s how he keeps control, how he makes sure every reaction is earned. That level of power... it’s not about silencing. It’s about stripping away everything else. But last night? He left the gag off. He made me speak. Made me say what I was. Maybe because he needed to hear it. Or maybe because he wanted me to.Either way, it wasn’t routine. It was real.I stretch slowly under the

One Hundred And Twenty-Eight

Harper's POVI smile. Just a little. If I’m going to survive this act, I need something that reminds me who I am underneath it. Something that’ll taunt Theo when he finds I pull it out from under the bed. Something that’ll remind me I’m not Mark’s. Not anymore.Inside the boutique, I go straight to the lingerie section. I run my fingers along a sheer black set with a peephole bra and matching barely-there panties. Perfect. I grab a small leather crop from the display shelf too, something subtle and elegant.When I return to the car, I tuck the items carefully into my bag and zip it closed. Once I’m home, I’ll pack them beneath my sewing supplies so Theo doesn’t catch them right away. Let him find them later, when he’s looking for something else. I want him to know I thought about him. That I’m not his just yet, but I want to be.

One Hundred And Twenty-Nine

Theo’s POVI tap the end of the pen against the table, more out of habit than distraction. The others are talking, voices bouncing back and forth as they work through the latest list of investor proposals. I’m listening, actively, even, but I’m not waiting for facts or figures. I’m waiting for one name.We’ve gone through a dozen companies already. I’ve asked questions. I’ve made notes. I’ve even nodded at the right times. But none of it matters until they come up.“Okay,” Mason says, glancing over at Justin. “Who’s next?”Justin sighs and flips the page in front of him. “Everland Enterprise.”“No,” I say immediately.That gets their attention. Nathan and Mason both glance over.“What?” Nathan laughs, shaking his head. “Ignore him. Justin, what’s the actual proposal?”“I said no, Nathan.” I meet his eyes, tone steady.He sighs. “Why? What’s the issue? They want to invest in exchange for us advertising their services. It’s a standard model.”I let out a short laugh, dry and sharp. “Hav

One Hundred And Thirty

Harper’s POVI feel sick with anxiety. He told me he was working. I know he did. Why else would I have to call him when I was in the car? Why would that even matter unless he wasn’t home?But he’s here. Sitting across from me. Watching me like he’s trying to catch me out in a lie I haven’t even told yet. I can feel my phone burning a hole in my pocket. I grabbed it the moment he put it down.“You’re being distant,” he says, his voice calm, but sharp around the edges.I look up slowly. “What?”“I said, you’re being distant. Like you don’t want to come near me.”My heart hammers so hard I can feel it in my throat. I shake my head quickly, keeping my expression soft, apologetic. I need to act normal until he leaves. Until I can get out.“I’m just exhausted, Mark,” I say, letting out a breath as if I’m trying to settle myself. “I didn’t want to push you. You were still angry when I left, and I figured... maybe we both needed a little time. You said it yourself, I needed space to think and

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