All Chapters of Chains Of Ecstacy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The tinted windows of the car covered us from prying eyes, but the partition between us and the driver was cracked just enough for the sound to carry. Adrian sat beside me his body radiating heat while his hand rested on my thigh.He didn’t speak, didn’t even spare me a glance. He just flicked his fingers deliberately, the wet sound filling the air that surrounded us. I rubbed my thighs together, shamelessly craving those fingers inside of me again.“Take them off,” He said in a low tone.My eyes widened as they darted to the driver’s silhouette in the front. “Here?” I whispered.Adrian turned his gaze to me slowly, making my body go stiff. “Now.”My hands trembled as I slid my panties down my thighs, swallowing hard and praying the driver doesn’t notice. The lace was soaked with my fluids and he snatched it from me without hesitation. He balled it into his fists, inhaled deeply before shoving it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.“Good, you won’t be needing these.”My cheeks

My breath hitched. I fumbled with the zipper at the back of my skirt, the silk blouse shifting against my damp skin as heat flooded me with humiliation. But I obeyed. I always did.The skirt slid down my legs, pooling at my heels. I stepped out of it and Marcus titled his head towards the table. I swallowed, placing my ass on the cold wooden table.I spread my wet thighs slowly, my dripping lace panties squelching with the vibrator still humming inside of me. His gaze burned me as I watched his eyes trailed down to my throbbing hole.“Look at how soaking wet you are down there. Your pussy must’ve really enjoyed the toy so much.”His fingers brushed over my panties grazing my clit and an acute feeling of pleasure jolted up my spine. I arched my back, my hips moving forward as if begging him to touch me more.“You failed again today Clara, it seems you must really enjoy these punishments.”“I’m sorry sir,” I shuddered.He leaned in, his lips at my ear. “Sorry isn’t enough, you’ll be cor

I should’ve known he wouldn’t let me off so easily. Marcus’ words echoed in my mind all through the day. By the time I was finished at the reception, my nerves were all over the place. I had half hoped he had forgotten and I dreaded the moment he would slip out of his office. But when the office finally emptied, with the last secretary clicking off her heels and cleaners moving down the hall, his voice cut through the quiet. “Get up pet.” I rose from my chair, heart hammering so loud as I followed him down the corridor. To my surprise, he didn’t lead me to his office. Instead, he took me to the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor. My heart sunk. The penthouse. I’ve never been up there because it wasn’t listed on the company directory. I clutched the hem of my skirt as the elevator doors slipped open to reveal a wide private lounge. Dark leather sofas, floor to ceiling glass windows and in the center, a large glass table gleaming underneath the low light. But w

The moon’s gentle glow seeped into the room through the window. It was the only witness to my sins. I sat at the edge of the hotel bed, wrapped in the sheets that smelled faintly of him. It was a mix of cedarwood and musk, a smell I longed for.The clock on the nightstand blinked 9:10pm. He was late again. He always was.I traced the top of my wine glass, my mind wandering to where he might be. Maybe having dinner with his wife. Or he could be with my husband too. The thought of that made my heart race and my pulse quicken.They were best friends after all.The first time I met Ryan Coleman, it was in my own living room. He had come over with a bottle of whiskey and a smile that could melt anybody’s heart. He was my husband’s closest friend, his partner in business and a brother in all but blood. And the night I shook his hand, I could feel my world shift slightly off it’s axis.The sound of the key sliding into the lock made my heart skip a beat.I placed the wine glass down, hands r