บททั้งหมดของ Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection): บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter 3My pulse hammered in my throat, and my fingers twitched at my sides as I took in the room. Swings hung from the ceiling, their straps dangling like nooses. On the other side, a sling with its black leather gleamed under the dim light. Even padded benches were lined up and angled for maximum exposure, their surfaces already marked with the faintest sheen of sweat... or something else. Whips, canes, and floggers decorated the opposite wall. Did he really use all of this? I swallowed hard, pressing my back against something solid. A chest. My captor's chest. The heat of him seeped through the thin fabric of the top I put on. God, his presence was a suffocating weight. I whipped around, my dark eyes wide, my full lips parted in a silent plea. "Sir, please," I breathed, my voice cracking. "Let me go. I just-I just want to go home." A low chuckle rumbled against my ear, his breath hot and low. "No, Kiara, " he said in a mocking voice. "Your dad has to pay one way or the other.

Chapter 5 For a moment, there was silence. Then he laughed a dark, dangerous sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Don’t worry, princess,” he purred, his fingers trailing up my spine, slow, deliberate. “We have a long time together. I’ll pleasure you in every way you’d like.”The vibrator roared back to life, faster now, harder, the vibrations so intense my vision blurred. I moaned, a broken, guttural sound, my back arching as the pleasure crashed over me in waves. He moved in front of me, his presence looming, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me just enough to force me to meet his gaze. His eyes burned into mine, dark with triumph, with hunger.Then his mouth crashed onto mine.His kiss was brutal, possessive, his tongue forcing its way past my lips, claiming me. I tried to pull away, but his hand tangled in my hair, holding me still as he devoured me, his teeth nipping at my lower lip, his taste flooding my senses; he smelled like whiskey and sin and something darkly male. Th

Chapter 1 The door creaked open, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t turn, didn’t need to. The weight of his presence filled the room before he even spoke. I could feel him, his height, his broad shoulders, the way his sharp suit hugged his huge frame. The air between us felt electric, charged with something far more dangerous than academic curiosity.“You’re still here, Miss Whitmore,” his voice rumbled, low and rough, the kind of voice that made my thighs clench. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, one laced with something darker, something that my middle throbbed.I finally turned, pressing my back against the edge of his desk as I met his gaze. Professor Hale stood in the doorway, his blonde hair streaked with silver at the temples, his piercing blue eyes locked onto me with an intensity that made my skin flush. He was older—forty-five while I was nineteen, but age had only sharpened him, and hey, age was just a number. His jaw was shadowed with stubble, hi

Chapter 3I could only whimper in response, my body still trembling, my pussy throbbing around him as our mixed juices spilled out of me, dripping down my thighs, pooling on the floor beneath us. Slowly, he lowered me, my legs shaking as my feet touched the ground. I leaned up, pressing a wet, sloppy kiss to his lips, tasting myself on him, my tongue slid against his before he pulled back with a dark chuckle.We dressed in silence with the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. My fingers trembled as I smoothed my dress back into place. My panties were already ruined, discarded in the corner of the office. Hale adjusted his tie, his gaze lingering on my flushed face, my swollen lips, before he turned toward the door.Lecture awaited. And I'd be there.But for now, in this moment, I was his. And he was min.eI could still feel cum on me, but I didn't bother to wipe it off. I wanted a part of him there with me.No one else would ever guess. The hallway buzzed with the sound

Chapter 5My eyes fly open, locking onto his as his cock swells, with the veins throbbing against my tongue. And then he’s coming, hot and thick, the first spurt hitting the back of my throat, the next flooding my mouth. I gag and my eyes water, but he doesn’t let me pull back, his hand holding me in place as he empties himself inside me. His cum is salty and tangy, the taste of him filling my senses as I swallow around him, my throat working, my lips sealed tight around his shaft.“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a dark caress. “Take it all.”I do. Every last drop, my lips smack as I pull back, a thin string of cum connecting my mouth to the tip of his cock before it snaps. My chin is wet, my lips swollen, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I kneel before him, my body still trembling from my orgasm. I look up at him, my eyes heavy-lidded, my expression one of pure, filthy devotion.He tucks himself back into his pants, his gaze never leaving mine as he zips up. It sounds loud in