All Chapters of Sinful Seduction (Exotica Collection): Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

The room had no windows. No clock. No distractions. Just four walls, a camera in the corner, and the constant hum of silence. She didn’t know how long she had been in there. Hours, maybe. Or days. She wasn’t sure anymore. The lights never changed. The door never opened. The floor was cold beneath her knees, and the collar around her neck had begun to feel like a natural part of her body. Her back ached from kneeling. Her thighs were sore from being spread. Her mouth was dry, but she hadn’t been given permission to speak, so she didn’t make a sound. She remembered what happened the last time she did.It had started with a mistake. A simple word. “I’m thirsty.” That was all she had said.He had entered the room minutes later, slow and composed, like he hadn’t been watching through the surveillance camera. He said nothing. He simply dragged a wooden chair to the center of the room, sat down, and spread his legs wide. She had been kneeling at the time, her knees raw, her lips trembling. H

The sunlight streaming into the room was too bright. It painted the hardwood floors in gold, made the silence louder, made the bed behind her feel like a grave. She sat on the edge, her knees together, the collar still tight around her neck. Her eyes were blank, her hands folded in her lap like she was still waiting for instructions. But none came. There was no knock. No footsteps. No commands. Just the ache between her thighs, the faint bruises on her wrists, and the emptiness in her chest.Thirty days.That’s what she had agreed to. Thirty days in the Senator’s estate. Thirty days of silence, obedience, submission. Thirty days of being used, trained, displayed, and ruined. She had signed the contract with shaking hands, thinking she was saving her future. Thinking she was surviving a scandal. Thinking she had something left to protect.Now the scandal was gone.And so was she.The first week had broken her body. The second had broken her will. The third had taken her shame. And by t

The contract wasn’t on paper.It was written on his body.She had told him he was ready for the next stage. He didn’t know what that meant, not until he walked into her loft — not the club this time — but a dark penthouse with blackout curtains, scent of wax and leather thick in the air.She didn’t speak when she opened the door. She just pointed to the floor. Same signal as before.Kneel.Gabriel obeyed, already pulling off his shirt. By now, submission was instinct. His eyes dropped. His knees hit the polished wood.She circled him like a predator. He felt her presence even when she wasn’t in his line of sight. The silence felt heavier than words.Tonight, she wore no mask.Her face wasn’t soft.She had sharp cheekbones, almond eyes that missed nothing, and lips painted the color of bruises. But it wasn’t her beauty that owned him.It was the power behind her gaze. Like she knew him. Like she could see through every part of him that he kept hidden from the world.“You crave correcti

The car ride was silent.Gabriel sat naked in the backseat, collared, leashed, blindfolded. Eren knelt beside him, wrists cuffed behind his back. Neither man knew where they were going.Mistress didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. Her presence filled the entire vehicle.Every stoplight. Every bump in the road. Every minute that passed made Gabriel’s cock harder. He was leaking already. Just from the knowledge that she had full control.When the car finally stopped, they heard the creak of a gate. Voices. Laughter.Then music.The scent hit next. Leather. Cigar smoke. Expensive perfume. Sex.The kind of place that lived behind false walls and whispered codes.Mistress opened the door. Tugged both leashes.“Out.”They followed her on all fours, crawling across rough pavement, up concrete stairs, and into what felt like a massive, echoing hall.The blindfolds were removed.They blinked into low red light. Velvet walls. Crystal chandeliers. Naked bodies in chains. Moaning. Crying. Begging.

Gabriel wasn’t sure what time it was.The room was bathed in red glow, dim and pulsing like a heartbeat. He was kneeling. Naked. Blindfolded. The concrete was cold under his knees. His wrists were bound behind him, and the heavy collar around his neck hummed with the faint throb of static control. A leash extended from it, held loosely in Mistress Selene’s gloved hand as she stood behind him, silent.She hadn’t spoken in an hour.Not since she’d forced him to confess every dark craving he’d ever buried. Not since she’d gagged him with her used stockings and made him wear her spit like a blessing.Now they were waiting.He didn’t know for what.The silence was louder than pain.He heard the click of heels. Not hers.Another presence entered the room.A man. Tall, sharp-voiced, heavy with command.Selene spoke at last, her voice low and smooth as silk over a knife.“Gabriel,” she said, tugging his leash once. “Present.”He bowed forward immediately. Head lowered. Thighs spread. His cock