All Chapters of Raw Pleasures: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THIRD PERSON’S POVElena watched, jealousy burning hot in her chest. Sienna had beaten her to it. Always first, always reckless. Always daring.But Lucian’s gaze shifted to her, unreadable. He lifted a second collar—this one slimmer, lined with scarlet velvet.Elena froze.Her pride told her to resist. To scoff. To say no one owns me.But her body betrayed her. The thought of refusing, of letting Sienna wear that collar alone, of surrendering the game without even stepping into it—unthinkable.She lifted her chin. Wordless. Defiant in her silence.Lucian’s smile was sharp, knowing. The second collar snapped into place.And just like that, the game was no longer theirs.Lucian’s patience was maddening. He moved between them like a sculptor carving chaos into form—sometimes brushing a fingertip down the curve of their nipples so lightly it tickled, sometimes gripping their hips so hard they gasped from the pressure. They never knew which was coming next—mercy or punishment, deep thrust

THIRD PERSON’S POVLena Carter had always been adventurous in her own way. A 20-year-old college student with a magnetic blend of innocence and boldness, she found herself endlessly curious about her body and the pleasures it could feel. Last night had been no exception—she had stayed up long past midnight, scrolling through videos she normally wouldn’t dare to watch. Her room was dark except for the soft glow of her laptop, the faint hum of the fan brushing against the quiet night. She had stumbled upon something new, something daring: anal play. Her cheeks had flushed, her pulse quickened, and a slow, dangerous thrill ran down her spine.She had never tried it, never imagined anyone could, but the images, the movements, the sheer audacity of it all had lodged themselves in her mind. And now, that desire was itching, hungry, demanding satisfaction.The next morning, Lena dragged herself out of bed, her chestnut hair a mess from sleep, her hazel eyes still

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe room felt charged, as if the air itself vibrated with unsaid words and forbidden thoughts. Lena’s skin burned from the sting of Ethan’s earlier discipline, and the ache left in its wake made her hyperaware of every inch of her body. Her breaths came shallow, almost desperate, but her eyes were locked on him—steady, hungry, daring.Ethan’s composure was a fragile thing now. He had always been the man in control, the calm engineer who measured each decision before acting. But Lena wasn’t a blueprint to be studied or a structure to be built. She was fire, reckless and demanding, and she had set flame to the edges of his restraint.He paced once, twice, his jaw tight. Finally, he returned to her, standing tall over where she sat perched on the edge of her bed. “You want to play with fire, Lena,” he said, voice rougher than before, “then you’ll feel what it means to get burned.”Her lips curled in a slow, wicked smile, her cheeks flushed and glowing. “Then burn me,”

THIRD PERSON’S POVLena’s body still trembled from the lashes of Ethan’s discipline, her skin marked by the memory of his hands, her mind dizzy from the loss of control. She lay sprawled across the bed, chest heaving, lips parted, but her eyes—her wild, hazel eyes—never left him.Ethan stood at the edge of the mattress, undoing the last of his shirt buttons with slow, deliberate movements, as though savoring her gaze on him. The faintest smirk touched his lips.“You begged for punishment, Lena,” he said, voice low, controlled. “And you’ve taken it well. But discipline is only half the lesson.”Her pulse raced. “What’s the other half?”“Reward.”That single word ignited something inside her—need, hunger, anticipation so fierce she could hardly breathe. She pushed herself up on her elbows, her hair falling in disheveled strands around her flushed face.“Show me,” she whispered.Ethan’s eyes darkened, his belt clattering to the floor as he stepped closer. But instead of taking her immedi

(3RD PERSON POV)The silence that followed was deafening.Ethan’s hand froze halfway down his shorts, cock stiff and throbbing in his grip, but useless now, because Sophia’s eyes were on him. Not directly—no, that would have been merciful—but through the mirror angled across the master bedroom.Her reflection was crystal clear.Her flushed cheeks.Her parted lips.Her body splayed open, fingers still wet and glistening where they rested against her inner thigh.And her gaze—sharp, steady, unmistakable—locked onto his.For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.Ethan’s breath caught in his throat. His entire body screamed at him to run, to slam the door, to vanish before she had time to process what she’d just seen. But his legs wouldn’t obey. His feet were cemented to the floor, his pulse a hammer in his ears.Sophia didn’t s