Lahat ng Kabanata ng TEMPT ME, MASTER : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

BDSM PLAY PART 1The room was dim, lit only by a few candles flickering on the walls. Lou lay on the big wooden table, her body stretched out wide. She was bound spread-eagle, her arms and legs pulled tight to the corners with thick ropes. A leather harness wrapped around her torso, crossing over her chest and between her legs. It held her in place, making her feel exposed and helpless. The harness bit into her skin just enough to remind her who was in charge.Her master, a tall man named Dante, stood nearby. He wore black pants and a tight shirt that showed his strong muscles. His eyes were dark and intense as he looked at her. Lou's heart pounded in her chest. She was submissive, and this was what she craved. Dante picked up the whip from a nearby shelf. It was a short one with leather strands that would sting her skin.He walked around the table slowly, letting the anticipation build. Lou's breath came in short gasps. She knew what was coming. Dante stopped behind her and raised th

BDSM PLAY PART 3The big wooden table sat in the center, waiting like an old friend.Lou's hands shook a bit as she started to strip. She pulled off her shirt first, letting it drop to the floor. Her bra came next, freeing her breasts, which already felt heavy with anticipation. Her nipples perked up in the cool air. Pants and panties followed, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of them naked, her skin prickling. Dante watched her with those intense eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't say a word, but his gaze made her feel small and owned.'Eager tonight?' he asked, his voice low and rough. Lou nodded, biting her lip. 'Yes, Master. I can't wait.' She stood there, hands at her sides, letting him look. Her pussy already felt warm, a little damp just from the thought of what was coming.Dante picked up the leather harness from the shelf. It was black and sturdy, with thick straps that crisscrossed the body. He motioned for her to come closer. Lou stepped forward, her heart

BDSM PLAY PART 5He took another cube to her chest. He rolled it slow around one nipple. It got hard right away from the cold. It stood up tight. Lou's breath stopped for a second. Her chest moved up and down fast. He did the same to the other nipple. The cold made her feel everything more. Then he put on the clamps. They had metal jaws with soft tips. He placed them on each nipple. The ice made them numb a little. This made the bite hurt more when he let go. The teeth grabbed hard. The pain burned bright. It went right to her middle. Lou screamed loud. It was real and from deep inside. Her body bent against the ropes. But under the hurt, good feelings came fast. She screamed, but squirted a little just from that.Nights with hand spanks came too. He put her over his lap on the bed edge. His big hand waited. It built her fear. Then it came down hard. Open slaps hit with a thick sound. Each one made her skin shake. The hurt was deeper than the whip. It went into her muscles and bones

Part 2-The Bosses Office “Undress,” he said.The word sent a sharp wave through her body.Jane swallowed. Her hands lifted slowly, almost on their own. Her fingers touched the fabric at her waist. Her breath shook.She had barely started when—“Stop.”His voice cut through her.Jane froze instantly. Her hands dropped back down. Her heart thudded hard in her chest.“I didn’t say you could do it yourself,” he said calmly.Heat rushed to her face. To her chest. Everywhere.“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered.Eric stepped even closer, until she could feel him behind her. His presence was heavy. Controlled. Certain.“Hands at your sides,” he ordered.She obeyed. Her arms felt useless now. Her body felt like it belonged to him, waiting.“Stay still,” he added.She nodded. “Yes, sir.”His hands came up slowly. Not touching yet. Hovering. Making her wait.Then his fingers brushed the side of her neck.Jane gasped softly.It was such a small touch. Barely there. But her body reacted instantly. H

Jane was still shaking.Not from fear.From need.She stood there, skin warm, breath uneven, heart beating too fast for her chest. Eric was so close now that she could feel him without him touching her. His presence pressed into her space, heavy and calm, like he owned the air around her.She didn’t move.She remembered his words.Stay still.Eric watched her for a long moment. The room was quiet except for her breathing. Slow. Fast. Slow again.“You’re doing well,” he said.The praise made her knees weak.She swallowed. “Thank you, sir.”He lifted his hand. This time, he didn’t hover.His fingers touched her arm.Jane sucked in a sharp breath.It was not rough. Not fast. Just his fingers resting there, warm and sure. The touch sent a deep shiver through her body, like something waking up inside her.“Still,” he reminded her softly.“I am,” she whispered.His hand moved slowly up her arm, then across her shoulder. His thumb brushed her skin, light but firm. Jane felt it everywhere. Her