All Chapters of THE SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 2: Good Girl – Let Me Ruin YouYou’re panting already, aren’t you, baby?That’s it… let those pretty little sounds escape your throat. Soft, breathy, getting needier with every word I speak. Moan for me. I want to hear exactly how my voice is melting you.Good girl.You’re already soaked, trembling, your pussy dripping onto the sheets without permission. And still… no touching down there. Not until I say so. I want you aching and empty for me a little longer.Take a slow, deep breath with me. In through your nose… hold it gently… and let it out even slower. Feel your body growing heavier, warmer, more sensitive. That dreamy haze settling over you like warm silk.Another breath. In… and out. Perfect.Your body is already listening so beautifully. Your clit is throbbing sweetly between your thighs, your pussy clenching around nothing, fluttering with every heartbeat. I love how quickly you respond to me.Now, sweetheart, I want you to bring both hands up to your breasts. Gently

Chapter 2: The Interrogation with sex himself😍He ran his hands over my ass, spreading me open, admiring the way the rope framed everything so perfectly.“Such a pretty little stalker,” he murmured, voice dark with promise.I was bent over the edge of the bed, cheek pressed into the cool sheets, arms locked behind me in the strict box tie. The hip harness and crotch rope dug into me with every shaky breath. My pussy was soaked, the rough jute already slick with my arousal, and every tiny shift made the rope saw slowly against my swollen clit.He didn’t give me time to recover.His hands grabbed the two strands of the crotch rope and slowly pulled them apart, then dragged them back together in a deliberate sawing motion. The coarse fibers rubbed directly over my clit — back and forth, back and forth — creating a burning, relentless friction that made my knees buckle.I moaned loud into the mattress, hips jerking helplessly. The rope was soaked, sliding easier now, but the pressure nev

Roxy POV I opened the door wearing nothing but my short silk robe, the thin fabric barely covering my ass. The plumber standing there was exactly what I needed after a shitty day — tall, rough, and built like a damn construction god. His tight work jeans hugged those thick, powerful thighs and did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy bulge pressing against the denim. His white t-shirt was already damp with sweat, stretched tight over a broad chest and those thick arms covered in tattoos. He looked me up and down slowly, eyes dark and hungry, like he was already imagining ripping the robe off. I felt that stare shoot straight between my legs. “Pipe leak in the bathroom?” he asked, voice deep and gravelly. “Yeah,” I said, biting my lip. “Come in.” I led him down the hall, swaying my hips way more than necessary. When we got to the bathroom, he set his toolbox down and crouched to check the leaking pipe under the sink. His jeans pulled tight across that muscular ass. Sweat glistened

CHAPTER 2- The poisoned glassHis hand shot under the heavy white tablecloth, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and yanked me down hard.I gasped as I was dragged beneath the table, landing roughly on my knees between his spread legs. The thick cloth fell back into place, hiding me completely from the three people eating and laughing just inches above my head.“Zane, what the hell—” I hissed, trying to pull away.His grip tightened painfully in my hair, holding me exactly where he wanted.With his other hand, he calmly reached down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock.My breath caught.Fuck.It was even bigger than I remembered — thick, heavy, veined, already rock hard. The fat head glistened with pre-cum. The same perfect, monstrous cock that used to ruin me for days.My mouth watered instantly. My pussy clenched hard, flooding with unwanted arousal.I hated him.I hated how weak I became the second I saw it. This was what I’d been running from all night. This addiction. My obse

I met Rose at our usual spot the day before my appointment. The little restaurant with the string lights and loud AC.I barely touched my pasta. Rose attacked her carbonara like nothing was wrong while I fidgeted with my napkin.“I can’t go back,” I said suddenly, voice low. “It’s too weird, Rose. He’s going to touch me. Like, actually touch me down there. And he’s… hot. Stupidly hot. I felt something twitch when he pressed that cold spatula on me last time. I actually got a little wet. It’s been ten months, and one random doctor made my body wake up. That’s terrifying.”Rose paused, spoon halfway to her mouth, then grinned. “So your pussy finally filed a complaint and you want to ghost the only man who might fix it? Classic.”“I’m serious,” I groaned, hiding behind my water glass. “What if I just lie there dry and embarrassed? What if I cry in front of him?”Rose reached over and squeezed my arm. “Babe, you’ve been miserable for almost a year. Fake orgasms with that bar guy, hours wi