บททั้งหมดของ Heated Pleasure : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Lisa threw her suitcase onto the bedroom floor with a loud thud, not even bothering to unzip it as she collapsed onto the mattress. For three years, she had played the part of the dutiful girlfriend to a man who was as bland in bed as he was dishonest in life. The breakup had been a relief, a sudden shedding of a skin that had never fit her right, especially after she found the messages on his phone from three different women. But the cheating wasn't even the part that stung the most; it was the crushing boredom of their intimate life. Every time he touched her, Lisa felt a void opening up inside her, a hunger that he couldn't even begin to understand, let alone satisfy. She had spent years pretending to enjoy the clumsy, rushed movements of a man who thought a few minutes of effort was enough to keep a woman happy. She felt empty, a hollow shell of a woman with a libido that felt like a dormant volcano, just waiting for something powerful enough to trigger an eruption.Her best frien

The moment Lisa stepped over that gap and into Mark's space, the air changed, becoming thick with a tension that made her skin prickle and her stomach flip. He didn't waste a second, his large hand snapping out to grab her wrist and yank her hard against his chest, the impact knocking the wind out of her for a split second. He didn't say a word at first, just held her there, his grip tight enough to leave a mark, while he stared down at her with those dark, hungry eyes that seemed to strip her naked right there in the moonlight. Lisa felt her breath coming in short, jagged gasps, her breasts pressing firmly against his bare skin, and she could feel the heat radiating off him in waves, reminding her of exactly how it felt to be pinned under him in that hotel room."You actually came," Mark muttered, his voice a low, rough vibration that she felt in her own chest. He didn't let go of her wrist, instead sliding his hand down to grip her waist, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as h

Lisa spent the entire workday in a haze, her mind completely disconnected from the spreadsheets and emails on her screen while the leather collar rubbed against her skin every time she moved her head. She had worn a high-necked silk blouse to hide the black band, but the secret of it made her feel exposed, as if everyone in the office could see the mark of Mark's ownership staring back at them. Every time she swallowed, she felt the restriction of the leather, and it sent a sharp, electric jolt of heat straight down to her thighs, making her shift uncomfortably in her office chair. She kept thinking about the way he had looked at her in the shower, that cold, hungry expression that told her she wasn't a person to him anymore, but a thing he owned, and the thought made her clit throb with a desperate, aching need.By the time five o'clock rolled around, she was practically vibrating with tension, her body craving the very thing that terrified her. She didn't even stop to grab a coffee

Lisa woke up with the blindfold still tight across her eyes, the darkness making her feel like she was floating in a void where the only thing that existed was the heavy weight of the mattress beneath her and the dull ache in her wrists. She tried to move her arms, but the nylon straps held her fast, pinning her to the bed in that same spread-eagle position that had become her new normal over the last few hours. She could hear the muffled sounds of the apartment, the distant hum of traffic from the street below and the clicking of a door opening, which told her that Mark had finally come back into the room. She felt the bed dip as he sat down beside her, and the smell of fresh coffee and expensive cigarettes drifted over her, a scent that used to be attractive but now just signaled another round of whatever he decided to do with her body."You've been asleep for a long time, Lisa, but I think it's time you woke up and realized that your old life is officially a memory," Mark said, his

Lisa spent the next few days in a haze of submission, her world shrinking down to the four walls of the apartment and the whims of the man who owned her. She didn't wear clothes anymore unless Mark told her to, and she spent most of her time curled up on the rug at the foot of the bed or kneeling by his chair, waiting for a sign that he wanted something from her. The collar had become a part of her, a constant weight that reminded her she was no longer a woman with a name or a future, but a pet that existed only for Mark's pleasure. Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw the bruises on her thighs and the red marks on her neck, and instead of feeling horror, she felt a sick sense of belonging, as if those marks were the only things keeping her anchored to the earth.Mark had become even more controlling, tracking every second of her day and demanding that she ask permission for the simplest things, like drinking a glass of water or using the bathroom. He liked to watch her strugg