All Chapters of Sacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

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