All Chapters of Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection): Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Chapter 5The limo glides to a halt, the tires crunching on the loose gravel of the secluded driveway, but the engine doesn’t cut. The vibration hums through the floor beneath my knees, a low, constant reminder of where I am and what I’ve just done. I’m still panting, the taste of salt and leather thick on my tongue, my body throbbing in the aftermath of his brutal use. Before I can even process the fading aftershocks, the door beside us whips open.Dominic doesn’t wait. He doesn’t speak. His hand is in my hair, fingers tangling into the sweat-dampened strands, and he yanks. Hard.A cry tears from my throat as I’m hauled sideways, my balance shot. I stumble out of the limo, my bare feet hitting the sharp, uneven stones of the driveway. Pain shoots up my arches immediately, but he doesn’t stop. He drags me forward like a ragdoll, away from the smooth pavement and onto the rougher gravel near the garage. My knees buckle, and instead of catching me, he forces me down, shoving my shou

Chapter 7The gravel bites into the soles of my feet one last time before Dominic hauls me over the threshold, the heavy oak door slamming shut with a finality that makes my stomach drop. The night air is cut off instantly, replaced by the still, cool atmosphere of the grand foyer. The silence here is heavy, oppressive, broken only by the harsh sound of my breathing and the click of Dominic’s polished shoes on the floor.He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His grip on my arm is iron, dragging me forward across the expanse of the floor toward the centerpiece of the room. It’s a long, polished dining table that looks more like an altar than a place to eat. It’s dark wood, gleaming with a high gloss, reflecting the dim light in long, distorted streaks."Get on it," he growls, the command vibrating through his hand and into my bone.I hesitate, my eyes darting to the imposing piece of furniture, then back to him. The hesitation is a mistake. His hand leaves my arm and crashes down betw

Chapter 9He stops suddenly, the silence ringing in my ears. I pant, sweat dripping down my face. He returns to the wall and comes back with a set of metal clamps.My eyes widen, and I shake my head weakly, but he grabs my breast, squeezing it hard to force the nipple to peak. He attaches the first clamp, the metal teeth biting into the sensitive bud.I gasp, my back arching off the wood as a sharp jolt of pain shoots through my chest. He does the same to the other nipple, pulling the chain connecting them to ensure they are tight. Tears stream down my face, hot and fast, but he just smirks. He reaches out and twists the clamps, sending a fresh wave of agony through me."You’re mine now," he hisses, his breath hot against my ear.He grabs a riding crop from the table. The leather tip snaps against my inner thigh, the sharp pain making me jerk against the restraints. "Stay still," he growls.He hits me again, this time across my breasts, right over the clamps. The vibration sends a sh

Chapter 2The heavy door of the locker room groans shut and I remain curled on the cold concrete floor, semen and sweat coating my thighs, the taste of their cocks still lingering on my tongue. My muscles ache, my pussy throbs with a dull, persistent pain, and my spirit feels shattered into a million pieces.Footsteps approach, slow and deliberate. Not the heavy, confident tread of Jake or the others. These are lighter, almost hesitant. Through my tangled hair, I see a pair of worn sneakers stopping before me. I don't look up. I can't."Lena." Ryan's voice is different from the others. He’s softer, without the cruel edge that's marked their words. "Are you... are you okay?"A bitter laugh escapes my lips. Okay? After what they did to me? After what I let them do? The video hangs over my head like a bell, ready to drop if I defy them.His hand touches my shoulder, tentative at first. The contact sends a jolt through my system, not of fear this time, but something else. Something I ca

Chapter 4The other boys were gone, their laughter fading down the hallway, leaving me sprawled on the cold concrete floor. Cum leaked from my swollen pussy and gaping ass, pooling beneath me on the stained surface. Every muscle screamed in protest, my skin covered in bite marks, handprints, and dried semen. Across the room, Ryan remained tied to the bench, his eyes locked on mine, his expression a twisted mask of agony and possessiveness. His cock still strained against his jeans, a testament to the conflicting emotions warring within him.The door creaked open again, and my heart seized. Jake stood there, alone this time, a sinister smirk stretching across his face that promised something far worse than what had just happened. In his hands, he carried a black duffel bag, bulging with unfamiliar shapes that sent a chill down my spine despite the warmth radiating from my violated body."Miss me, Coach?" he sneered, dropping the bag with a heavy thud that made me flinch. "I told yo