Todos los capítulos de Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection): Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Chapter 1The auction room was a room of luxury, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the murmur of wealthy strangers.I stood at the center, like a naked offering with all the extravagance, my body trembling under the weight of their gazes.Nipple clamps a bit into my sensitive flesh, their pinch a constant reminder of how vulnerable I was, while a vibrator buzzed between my thighs, its vibrations getting higher with each passing moment.The auctioneer yelled, his words echoing off the marble walls, “One million for the redhead!”The crowd erupted in cheers, and the vibrator in my cunt intensified, forcing a moan from my lips. My legs trembled, the clamps bit harder as the auctioneer’s paddle struck my ass, the sting making me whimper.My hands instinctively clutched at my thighs, my fingers brushing against the vibrator, the sensation overwhelming.“Two million!” the auctioneer shouted, the vibrator’s buzz was now a relentless throb, pushing me closer to the edge. I

Chapter 3The silk tightly clung to me like a second skin, every step making the fabric shift and rub against my sore, hypersensitive flesh. TheThe deep red gown was cut so low in the center that the front of my breasts nearly spilled free, and a small silicone vibrator stayed in my bare pussy, held in place only by a pair of sheer, open-crotch panties he’d chosen for me.The remote lay inside his tuxedo pocket, as he guided me through marble corridors toward the reception hall.The double doors opened, and he stood through them. Dozens of glittering guests in tuxedos and couture gowns turned politely, curious about the men who’d never before appeared on Viktor’s leash before.My collar was white gold and thin as ribbon, but locked tight. I felt every gaze trickle down my uncovered spine, the back of the dress scooped so low the dimples above my ass showed.He brushed his knuckles across them, and let his palm settle on the small of my back.“Chin up, pet. Smile.” “They see how proud

Chapter 5The garden air cooled the welts on my thighs while his seed slid down my inner leg, yet I stayed on my feet as ordered, my throat felt hoarse, my pulse slammed in my ears.Viktor was buckling his belt as we just had one more quicky against a tree.Without looking back, he strode toward the side-door. The music inside the mansion rang out and he stepped in.I exhaled, my knees buckling, palms scraping the tree as I sagged against it.Behind the woven branches, I noticed a rusted iron handle set into the trunk. It was half-hidden, so I pushed my fingers to tug it.The disguised drawer slid open with a reluctant groan. Inside there was a single leather-bound journal, It’s edges soft, and its pages filled with ink.On the cover now mostly flaked away: Lyra.I glanced toward the distant laughter of guests, then opened the book. The first sentence took me back: “Viktor used my body like it was made for fucking and lashes, and I thanked him for every scar.”I read of how they’d sne

Chapter 2The invitation arrived two nights later, printed on the sort of heavy cream stock that cost more than most people’s rent.I traced a my finger over the address “Astoria Heights, the gated hill” and i couldn’t stop my self from smiling.I showed up in a knee-length black trench coat with my stripper costume underneath and stilettos sharp and pointy Inside, he waited in the center of a beautiful lounge, His wrists already offered toward me, rope lay on a side table beside a chrome pole that rose from floor to ceiling. A single spotlight was overhead, while the rest of the room was pitch dark. “Thought you might enjoy a stage,” he said trying to sound casual I let the trench slide off my shoulders; beneath it I wore a mesh cut-out bodysuit that showed every curve, my breasts barely caged by the stretch lace. He forgot to breathe. I plucked the rope, tested its strength against my palm, then walked slowly around him.“On your knees,” I ordered. He folded instantly and i be

Chapter 4My reflection in the mirrored ceiling is a mess. My lipstick is smeared, my hair wild, my thighs glistening with what they left behind. I don’t bother fixing it. Why would I? The door creaks open before I can even catch my breath, and there they are, Jenny first, her heels clicking against the floor like a then Rufus looming behind her, his wedding band glinting under the neon lights. His cock is already half-hard, pressing against his jeans like it’s straining to get to me.Jenny doesn’t waste time. Her fingers twist into my hair before I can even stand straight, yanking my head back so hard my spine arches. A sharp gasp tears from my throat, but she doesn’t let me recover. “Look at you,” she sneers, her breath hot against my ear. “Still dripping from the last time. Aren’t you?” Her free hand slaps my ass, hard enough to make my hips jerk forward. I whimper, but it’s not pain, it’s the thrill of her grip, the way her nails dig into my scalp like she’s marking me all ove