All Chapters of Naughty Empires [An Erotic Collection] : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next day arrived quiet, almost too quiet, like the house itself was holding its breath after what we'd done. Sunlight filtered through half-drawn curtains in soft, lazy streaks across the floors, but the air still carried a faint trace of last night's musk—sweat, cum, lube, us. I woke up sore in the best way: ass tender, thighs bruised from his grip, lips swollen from sucking him until he roared. My stepdad had slipped out of bed before dawn, muttering something about errands, leaving me sprawled in sheets that still smelled like him. I needed air. Needed normalcy. So I grabbed the reusable bags, scribbled a quick note on the fridge whiteboard—"gone for groceries, back soon"—and headed out. The walk was uneventful, the store familiar in its routine hum of carts and fluorescent lights. I loaded up on basics: bread, milk, fruit, protein bars, nothing exciting. My mind kept drifting back to him though—his weight pinning me, the stretch of his cock, the way he'd growled "Daddy's boy"

The dim light of the single candle flickered across the wooden pews, casting long shadows that stretched like fingers toward the altar. The church was empty now, the last echoes of evening prayer long faded, leaving only the hush of old wood and incense. I knelt in the front row, habit pooled around me, hands clasped so tightly my knuckles ached. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat louder than the last.I had come here to confess.Not to the carved screen of the confessional, not through the lattice that kept our faces safely apart. Tonight I needed him to see me—really see me—when the words left my mouth.Father Elias appeared from the sacristy door, still in his black cassock, the white collar stark against the dark fabric. He moved with that quiet certainty I had watched for months: the measured stride, the way his shoulders carried both gentleness and authority. He stopped at the end of my pew, eyes finding mine in the half-light.“Sister Mary,” he said, voice low. “You a

The following evening the church was supposed to be locked after Compline. The sisters had retired to the dormitory, lanterns dimmed, footsteps faded. Only the night wind moved through the cloister, rattling the latch on the sacristy door.I slipped through the side entrance anyway.The door was ajar—just a crack, just enough.Inside, the air was thick with the scent of polished brass, old linen, and the faint sweetness of altar wine. A single candle burned on the credence table, its flame low and restless, throwing unsteady light across the vestments hanging in their tall cupboard, the silver chalice waiting to be polished, the folded corporals stacked like secrets.Elias was already there.He stood with his back to me, shoulders broad under the black shirt he hadn’t bothered to button properly tonight. The white collar lay discarded on the table beside a half-empty cruet. He was rolling his sleeves higher, deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world.He didn’t turn when t

Chapter 2: Under the Desk I arrived at the office at six-fifty, my palms sweaty as I rode the elevator up to the executive floor. The building was still quiet, only the janitor's cart echoing faintly in the halls. Last night's encounter with Ms. Voss replayed in my mind—her heels on my tongue, her fingers stretching me open, the strap-on pounding into my ass until I came across her desk. I'd jerked off twice when I got home, but it hadn't satisfied the ache she left in me. Total obedience. That's what she demanded, and I was already hooked. Her door was ajar when I reached it, the soft glow of her desk lamp spilling into the corridor. I knocked lightly, and her voice called out, sharp and composed. "Enter, Charles. Close it behind you." I stepped inside, locking the door as instructed. She sat at her desk, dressed in a navy blue blouse that strained slightly over her breasts and a matching skirt that ended just above her knees. Her legs were crossed, one foot tapping idly in a pair

Chapter 1Alexander:I hated my omega life. Every damn day felt like a chain wrapped around my neck, pulling tighter with each breath. The world saw us omegas as nothing more than pretty playthings, soft and submissive, meant to bend and break under the weight of alphas. And me? I was the loneliest of them all, aching for a mate who would claim me, fill that empty void inside with something real. But no one ever looked at me that way. They just saw weakness, a target for their cruelty. Bullied in the halls, shoved aside in the communal quarters, whispered about like I was worthless. It made my chest burn with a sadness I couldn't shake.But today was different. Today, I had to serve him. Major Lazer, the ruthless alpha whose name alone sent shivers through the omega ranks. His place was a sprawling den of luxury and power, all dark wood and flickering candlelight, where omegas like me scurried to fulfill every whim. We were there to serve, to please, to disappear when ordered. I lined