All Chapters of Sacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Delilah's heart pounded like a war drum as she pulled up to the towering glass facade of the penthouse building, the city's lights reflecting off its sleek surface like a beacon of both allure and dread. Her black dress clung to her skin, a thin veil that did little to shield her from the cool evening air or the storm of anticipation brewing inside her. She had spent the entire day replaying Zeke's message in her mind, each word a hook that sank deeper into her psyche. "You disobeyed, kitten. Be at the penthouse tonight. 8 PM sharp. Come prepared to learn." Prepared? She had no idea what that truly meant, but the ache between her thighs and the lingering soreness from her solo indiscretion told her it involved surrender on a level she'd only glimpsed before. Her hands trembled as she stepped out of the cab, heels clicking against the pavement, the sound echoing in the quiet night. The doorman nodded knowingly, his expression neutral as if women like her arrived here every evening—perh

Zeke wasn’t done with him. He scooped the limp Eli into his arms, carrying him away from the mess of the counter to the bathroom. Washing him gently, drying his body with a rough towel but with tenderness beneath. Eli was deep enough into subspace already. Zeke wanted to push him further—but do it right.He whispered while drying him: “Now we give you what your slut body craves. Toys. Control. Pain wrapped in love.” Eli nodded, eyes glassy. He didn’t argue.Returning to the bedroom, Zeke selected deliberately: a small, glassy butt plug, designed for long wear. Loose nipple clamps tuned down to teasing rather than raging pain. And finally—the most sadistic choice—he inserted a slim vibrating urethral sounder into Eli’s cock, but left it switched off, filling Eli with that terrifying, aching anticipation.Eli whimpered as Zeke adjusted the plug, sighing at the fullness. He panted as the sounder slid in, cock twitching in sensation. Zeke smiled, brushing his hair back. “Good boy. You don

But Zeke was never only sadist. Business hummed always beneath the lust. That very night, still smelling like sex, he retreated to his office and pulled Eli—limping, marked, wearing only Zeke’s shirt—into his lap. The phone rang. Imelda’s sharp alto answered on speaker. Zeke reiterated to Imelda that Eli was the one who would manage accounts for their illegal streams.Eli’s head, foggy and deep in subspace, tilted. Most men would mutter, deflect. But Eli smiled slow and delirious, pupils wide, and rasped into the call: “I knew you weren’t plain or ordinary. And I love it. I love you.” Silence detonated. Imelda choked audibly over the line, stunned by what was supposed to be a defiant slut bowing unapologetically—and in public.Zeke’s hand froze on Eli’s thigh, for once surprised. He caught Eli’s lips brushing his throat, his nuzzle like an owned pet content in his Master's command. “It seems,” Zeke murmured low, dark amusement curling, “You indeed want me to ravish your ass as

Zeke held Eli’s dead weight, the scent of their climax thick in the air. Eli was boneless, a warm, pliant weight against Zeke's chest, his head lolling onto Zeke's shoulder. His breathing was ragged, a series of soft, shuddering gasps. Zeke’s cock, still slick with their mingled fluids, rested against his own thigh.He didn't let Eli go. Instead, he adjusted his grip, one arm hooking securely under Eli’s knees, the other supporting his back, and lifted him effortlessly. Eli made a soft, questioning sound but didn’t resist, his arms draping limply over Zeke’s shoulders. His cheek was pressed against Zeke’s neck, hot and damp.Zeke carried him out of the office, leaving the mess on the desk for later. The polished wood was smeared with sweat, pre-cum, and the larger, milky pool of Eli’s release. A few drips of Zeke’s own cum had hit the floor. The sight was primal, a territorial marking of his space, and a deep satisfaction settled in Zeke’s gut.He walked through the quiet penthouse to

Zeke stood, looking down at Delilah’s unconscious form, then at Eli, who was trembling, covered in sweat.“Damien, clean her up,” Zeke ordered. “Put her to bed. Then come back here we have unfinished business with our stubborn and dispbedient lover”Damien, ever dutiful, immediately went to fetch towels and water.Then Zeke turned his full attention to Eli. His face was a mask of cold fury and dark promise.“You and I,” he said, his voice dangerously soft, “have unfinished business. Get dressed. You’re coming with me to my office. Your audit begins now. And so does your punishment.”Zeke’s office was a different world from the decadent chaos of the living room. Here, everything was cold, controlled, and immaculate. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed the glittering, indifferent city below. The air was cool, smelling of expensive leather and old paper. The only sound was the soft hum of a computer and the frantic beating of Eli’s heart.Eli stood in the center of the room, his clothes h