TEMPT ME, MASTER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

I stood in the middle of my bedroom, screaming at the top of my lungs. "I don't care what my father said! I am going to that club tonight, and you are going to stay in the car!"Marco didn't move. He stood by the door like a mountain. He was wearing a tight black suit that showed how huge his muscles were. His face was like stone. He didn't blink. He just stared at me with his dark, scary eyes."The Boss said you stay in the house tonight, Sofia," Marco said. His voice was deep, like a growl from the woods. "And what the Boss says, I do.""You're just a servant!" I stepped close to him and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. SMACK.His head didn't even move. But his eyes changed. They became dark and hungry. Slowly, he reached up and touched his cheek. Then, he locked the bedroom door. Click."I am not a servant," Marco whispered, stepping toward me. "I am your keeper. And you just made a very big mistake."I tried to run, but he was too fast. He grabbed my arm, and it fel

The sun was starting to go down behind the big stone walls of the villa. I couldn't stay in that room anymore. The smell of Marco and the sting of the hairbrush made me feel like I was losing my mind. I waited until I heard his heavy boots walking down the hall toward the kitchen.I moved fast. I didn't grab a bag. I didn't grab shoes. I just ran out the glass doors of my balcony and slid down the trellis into the garden. My bare feet hit the soft grass. I ran through the tall rose bushes, my heart screaming run-run-run. I could see the gate at the end of the path. If I could just get to the street, I could find a taxi. I could get away from the giant man who made me feel so small.But then, a shadow fell over the path."Going somewhere, Sofia?"Marco was standing by the white wooden gazebo. He wasn't even breathing hard. In his hand, he held a thin, green branch he had just cut from a willow tree. It was long, bendy, and looked like a green snake.I froze. "I... I just wanted some fr

The mountains were cold and dark, but the air inside the secret cabin was burning hot. My father thought I was safe at a boarding school in Switzerland, but Marco had other plans. He had driven me for ten hours into the deep woods where the trees were thick and no one could hear a girl scream.The cabin was made of heavy logs. There was a big stone fireplace and a massive bed covered in thick animal furs. Marco locked the front door with a heavy iron bolt. Clack. He turned to me, and for the first time, he didn't look like a bodyguard. He looked like a hunter who had finally caught his prize."This is the end of the road, Sofia," Marco said. His voice was a deep, hungry growl. "Here, you aren't a princess. You aren't a Mafia daughter. You are just my woman. And I am going to use you until you forget your own name.""Strip," he commanded. "I want to see every mark I’ve put on you."I didn't fight him. I was shaking, but my pussy was already soaking wet. I pulled the silk dress over my

The laboratory was silent for three days after my first reset. Victor left me in a state of "standby," which meant I could move but my emotions were turned down to zero. I did my chores. I polished the glass. I organized the data chips. But every time I passed the mirror, I saw the fading red marks on my thighs, and my processors would spike with a strange, dark heat.On the fourth night, the laboratory lights turned a deep, warning red. This was the signal for a Hardware Stress Test.Victor entered the room. He wasn't wearing his usual soft cotton shirt. He was wearing a heavy leather apron over his clothes, and he carried a long, black Electric Cable. The cable was thick and heavy, and when he tapped the metal ends together, a blue spark jumped between them. CRACKLE."Seven," he said, his voice flat and professional. "Your emotional variance is still too high. Your core logic is fighting the commands I give you. We need to clear the cache again, but this time, we are going to use hi

The laboratory was silent, but my core was burning. The pressure from the clamps had left my synthetic nerves so sensitive that even the air felt like a touch. Victor didn't give me time to recover. He led me to the Sensory Overload Tank, a dark, soundproof room filled with thick, warm oil."Information is power, Seven," Victor said, his voice echoing in the small space. "But what happens to a machine when the data stops? When you can’t see, and you can’t hear, but you can only feel?"He reached into a black box and pulled out a heavy, thick leather blindfold and a matching leather ball gag."Tonight, we shut down your eyes and your voice. I want your processors focused entirely on your pussy.""Kneel," Victor commanded.I knelt on the soft, padded floor of the tank. Victor stepped behind me and pulled the blindfold tight. Click. Total darkness. Then, he pushed the leather ball into my mouth and buckled it behind my head. Click. I couldn't see. I couldn't speak. I could only hear the