All Chapters of Sinful Nights: A Filthy Collection of Erotic Stories: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

I stood in the elevator and fixed the collar of my tight white silk blouse. The fabric was thin and strained dangerously across my large, heavy breasts. The buttons pulled so hard they threatened to pop and expose me. My pencil skirt was just as tight. It hugged the wide swell of my hips and the thick, meaty curve of my thighs. I looked like a high-powered executive, but I was actually here to beg for my father's life. Kaelen Vance was the man who now held our lives in his hands.I walked through the heavy bronze doors of the executive office. Kaelen Vance sat behind a desk made of black glass. He was thirty-eight years old with broad shoulders that filled out a dark grey suit. He was a shark known for destroying companies and lives for sport. His amber eyes tracked me. They dropped to the deep curve of my chest before meeting my gaze."Julia Thorne," he said. His voice was a deep, vibrating rumble. "You are four minutes late. In a debt negotiation this large, four minutes of my time

The black table was cold against my bare back. Kaelen shoved the rest of my silk shirt open. The buttons hit the floor with a clicking sound. I was pinned under him, and my breath came in short gasps. The blue velvet collar was tight. The silver wolf’s head pressed into my throat while he leaned over me. I could feel his heat and the weight of his chest against my lungs."Please Kaelen," I whispered. My voice was broken. "Not like this. Not with Marcus coming.""Especially like this Julia," Kaelen growled. His hands moved over my ribs, touching the body he bought for the price of my father's freedom. "I want him to see what happens when a Thorne fails to pay. I want him to see you owned. I want him to see you leaking for me while he watches from the door."The elevator dinged in the distance. Marcus was coming. Marcus had loved me for four years. He had planned a wedding. He was supposed to be my husband. Now he was walking into this room.Kaelen did not pull away. He grabbed my wrist

The silver-haired woman didn't speak as she led me by the leash into a tiled, windowless room in the basement. The air was thick with the scent of industrial soap and damp concrete. Without warning, she turned a high-pressure hose on me. The freezing water blasted away the grime of the city and the drying heat of Kaelen's release. I stood shivering, my large breasts heavy and dripping, while she circled me like a hawk."The Master told me to prepare you," Mrs. Gable whispered. Her professional mask slipped, revealing a hunger in her eyes that was desperate and feral. "But he didn't say I couldn't sample the merchandise first."She dropped the hose, letting it snake across the wet tiles, and shoved me back against the cold wall. She didn't wait for a response. She hiked up her own gray wool skirt, revealing powerful, silk-clad thighs. She forced me down until I was on my knees on the wet floor, my blue velvet collar soaking up the spray. She pressed her weight into me, and I could feel

The hot water did little to wash away the shame or the memory of the belt. I stood under the spray, my mind replaying every stinging blow, every word of praise. My body still hummed with it, a low, thrumming need that made my pussy ache.When I got out, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back into my room. I froze.Julian was sitting on my bed. In his hands, he held a small, black velvet box.“I see you’re feeling better,” he said, his eyes roaming over my towel-clad body like I was a meal he was about to devour.“What are you doing in here?” I asked, clutching the towel.“This is my house. I go where I please,” he said, patting the space next to him. “Come here.”My feet felt leaden. I walked over and sat down, keeping a careful distance.He opened the box. Inside, on a bed of black satin, was a collar. It was exquisite—black leather, about an inch wide, with a single, delicate silver ring at the front. It was elegant, beautiful, and utterly terrifying.“What is that?” I brea

The next day, the apartment was buzzing with activity. Julian left a box on my bed. Inside was a beautiful, expensive green dress and a pair of sheer black stockings. And, nestled in the tissue paper, was the little surprise he’d mentioned.It was a small, egg-shaped vibrator, made of smooth pink silicone. It came with a tiny, discreet remote. My stomach clenched with a mixture of dread and anticipation.That evening, I dressed as instructed. Julian came into my room as I was fastening the garter belt.“Bend over,” he commanded.I did, my heart pounding. He prepped me quickly, his fingers slick with lube, and then I felt the firm, rounded pressure of the egg. He pushed it inside me, and I gasped at the full, intrusive feeling.“Stand up,” he ordered. “How does it feel?”“Full,” I breathed. “Weird.”“Good,” he said, holding up the remote. “Remember our agreement. You are to be the perfect daughter. If you deviate… there will be consequences.”The guests arrived at seven. Mr. Sterling w