All Chapters of TEMPT ME, MASTER : Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

I stood in the center of the Governor’s office. The air was cold, but my face was burning with heat. Silas walked around the desk. He was a powerful man, and he liked to be in control of everything. In his right hand, he held a long, black leather whip. It was thin and flexible."You lost the files, Elena," Silas said. He stopped right in front of me. "In my world, mistakes are not fixed with words. They are fixed with discipline.""Please, sir," I whispered. My voice was shaking—"Eee-eee-eee.""Silence," he commanded. "Take off your clothes. If you are slow, the whip will find you."I reached for the buttons of my white blouse. My fingers were trembling so hard I could barely move. I was so scared, but my pussy was already starting to ache. There was something about the way he looked at me that made my body turn into liquid.CRACK!The whip hit the floor right next to my foot. I jumped and let out a small "AHH!""Faster," Silas growled.I ripped the blouse open. Buttons flew across t

The drive back from the gala was silent. The city lights blurred past the windows of the black sedan. Silas sat perfectly still, his hands folded over his lap. I sat as far away as possible, my body humming with a mix of exhaustion and the lingering sting of the crop. Every time the car hit a bump, a fresh wave of heat bloomed across my backside."Do you remember the third rule, Elena?" Silas asked. His voice was low, cutting through the hum of the engine.My heart skipped a beat. "Yes, sir. I am to remain silent unless spoken to.""And yet," Silas turned his head slowly to look at me, "when that young billionaire asked if you enjoyed the wine, you whispered 'yes' before I could answer for you.""I... I forgot myself, Silas. It was a mistake," I gasped."A mistake is losing a file," he said, his eyes darkening. "Disobedience is a choice. And choices have consequences."We arrived at his penthouse. The marble floors were cold under my bare feet as he led me into his bedroom. The room w

The boardroom was empty now, but the air still felt thick and hot. Silas didn't let me go back to my desk. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the private elevator. We didn't go down to the lobby. We went up, to the very top of the building where the private gym was."You were too loud in that meeting, Elena," Silas said. His voice was like a cold blade. "You almost made me lose my focus. Now, you will learn how to be truly quiet."He pushed me into the gym. The room was full of heavy weights, metal bars, and a big wrestling mat in the center. The lights were dim. Silas walked to the corner and picked up a long, thin bamboo cane. He swished it through the air. Whirr-zip."Take off the dress," he commanded. "And get on the mat."I stripped quickly. I didn't want the cane to find me while I still had clothes on. I stood naked on the blue mat. My body was covered in the marks from the belt and the crop, but Silas didn't care. He wanted to add more."On your hands and knees," he said.

The drive back to the penthouse was a special kind of torture. The black sedan moved through the city streets, and every time the car turned or braked, the tight black latex of my suit squeaked against the expensive leather seat. Creak. Squeak. Creak. The sound filled the small space of the car, reminding Silas—and me—exactly what was under my dress. He didn't say a word. He just stared out the window, his hand resting heavily on my thigh, his thumb occasionally pressing into one of the fresh welts from the paddle.When the elevator doors opened into his private foyer, Silas didn't let me walk. He grabbed the back of the latex suit and pulled me toward the master bedroom. The room was dark, save for the orange glow of the city lights reflecting off the marble."The gym was for exercise, Elena," Silas said, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. "But the bedroom... the bedroom is for the truth."He walked to the large wooden wardrobe and pulled out something I hadn't seen yet. It was

The library was quiet, but my body was screaming. Silas didn't let me dress in my normal clothes. He made me stay in the ruined black latex suit, the zipper pulled down to my waist. He led me out of the penthouse and into the private elevator. We went down to the basement of the building, a place I had never seen.The doors opened to a cold, stone room. It looked like an old church, with tall pillars and a heavy wooden cross at the far end. There were no people here. There were only shadows and the smell of old incense."This is the room of truth, Elena," Silas said. His voice was a deep growl that bounced off the stone walls. "Here, there are no secrets. Only your body and my command."He walked to the center of the room, where a thick, rough rope hung from the ceiling"Get on your knees," Silas commanded. "Reach up and hold the rope. If you let go, the punishment doubles."I knelt on the cold stone floor. I reached up and grabbed the rough rope. It scratched my palms, but I didn't c