All Chapters of The Forbidden Sisterhood: A Collection Of Forbidden Stories : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The Appointment.Sam had been staring at Dickson's Instagram for three months before he finally booked the appointment.@InkAndSteel...the portfolio was incredible. Dark, intricate designs that seemed to move on skin. Geometric patterns that hypnotized. But it wasn't just the art that kept Sam scrolling late at night.It was him.Dickson Vale. Thirty-five years old according to the bio. Covered in tattoos from neck to fingertips. Arms that looked like they could break someone in half. Dark hair, darker eyes, and a smile in his photos that was equal parts welcoming and dangerous.And Sam...twenty-six-year-old graphic designer Sam who'd never done anything remotely adventurous....wanted him with an intensity that scared him.The appointment was for 7 PM. Evening slot. Private studio. Just the two of them.Sam had chosen a design for his ribs...something intricate that would take hours, require intimate positioning, and give him an excuse to be shirtless and vulnerable with this man.He

The penthouse office of Alexander Thorne sits forty-two stories above the city, and every inch of it screams control. Floor-to-ceiling windows reveal Manhattan like it's a kingdom he's already conquered. Black marble, steel fixtures, a desk that costs more than most people's houses. Everything is immaculate. Everything is his.Harper sits across from that desk in a chair that's deliberately uncomfortable, a power play she recognizes immediately. She's read enough about him to know that Alexander Thorne doesn't do subtle.He's older than his photos suggest...late forties, maybe fifty, with silver threading through dark hair and a jawline that's sharp enough to cut glass. His suit is charcoal perfection, and when he looks at her, she feels like he's cataloging every flaw, every hesitation, every reason she might not be what he's looking for."You understand what you're here for," he says. It's not a question. His voice is smooth, controlled, with an underlying current of absolute author

er second orgasm hits harder than the first, and this time when she gasps his name, he lets her, pulling his hand away to let him hear every sound she makes.Alexander's rhythm changes, becomes less controlled, and she can tell he's close. His jaw is tight, his breathing ragged, and there's a sheen of sweat across his chest."I'm going to come inside you," he says, and it's not a question. "You want that? You want me to fill you up?""Yes," Harper cries. "Yes, please, come inside me."He does, with a groan that echoes through the penthouse, his body going rigid as he finds his release. She can feel him pulsing inside her, can feel the warmth of him, and the intimacy of it, even as transactional as this arrangement is....sends a thrill through her.For a moment, he stays inside her, breathing heavily against her neck. Then he withdraws and collapses beside her, pulling her against his chest."You came without permission on your second one," he says quietly.Harper's heart rate spikes.

The orgasm crashes through her like lightning, her entire body seizing as pleasure overwhelms every nerve ending. She cries out, and he covers her mouth with his hand, not to stifle the sound but to own it, to make sure even her pleasure belongs to him.He doesn't stop. He continues fucking her through the orgasm, not giving her time to come down, pushing her toward another peak. His free hand finds her breast, squeezing roughly, his thumb finding her nipple and pinching until she's gasping against his palm."Again," he commands. "I want another one."Her second orgasm hits harder than the first, and when he finally pulls his hand away, she's sobbing his name."That's my girl," he groans, his rhythm becoming less controlled. "Take my cock. Take it all."He comes with a roar, his body going rigid as he finds his release inside her. She can feel him pulsing, can feel the warmth of his come filling her, and the intimacy of it, even as rough as this is, sends a thrill through her nervous

His mouth returns to her pussy, and he eats her with absolutely no restraint now. His hands grip her thighs, spreading her wider, and his tongue works her clit with the precision of someone who knows exactly how to make her body respond.The orgasm builds, and Victoria can feel it cresting, can feel the moment of no return approaching. She's right there, teetering on the edge, when Sebastian suddenly stops."Not yet," he says. "You come when I tell you to come."Victoria whimpers at the loss of contact, her body trembling with need. She wants to beg, wants to demand, but she's learned that begging just makes him wait longer.She hears him moving around the bed, hears the sound of him stroking his cock, hears the wet sounds of his hand working himself. The knowledge that he's watching her, bound and desperate and completely helpless, does something to her. She's never felt more exposed, more claimed, more completely his."I'm going to fuck you now," Sebastian says, and his voice is rou