All Chapters of Filthy Surrender: The Forbidden Files : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter One – The red dot blinked. I was now live. I smiled behind the pink plastic mask as I angled my body just right for the camera. My breasts were tightly pushed up by the corset they almost spilled. I parted my legs for my audience to see the wet patch on my panties and my thighs as they gleamed under the studio lights. Twenty-three thousand viewers watched me tonight, sending in virtual gifts and live messages that scrolled too fast I couldn't catch a whip of what any was saying. For context, I was a model, an idol and celebrity in the fashion industry but I had a filthy secret. This. I moaned softly, running a hand down my stomach until my fingers dipped beneath the lace of my panties. The chat exploded and I got to read a few messages: ~Anonymous107589: More, queen ~Fansyd1C: Fuck yes, show us… Then a private message notification pinged but I ignored it. I had specifically asked the viewers never to try sending a private message and although a few adhered, they

Chapter One - I was specially assigned as a maid to the Crown Prince’s wife-to-be. But the Crown Prince—Prince Archer had asked specifically for me to serve him tonight. I heard from the other maidens that he wanted to assess if I was a good fit to serve the future queen who would be arriving tonight. Although I had been introduced to him as his future queen's right hand maiden a week ago, it was the first time I would be seeing him up close, especially in his chambers. The guard by the door pushed the heavy oak door open for me and I stepped in while the silver tray with a goblet of spiced red wine was balanced delicately in my hands. The door was shut behind me and I heard receding footsteps from outside. Once my wobbly legs stepped onto the plush rug, the tray trembled and my heart hammered in my chest as there was a freshly laundered crisp white linen that shifted beside the goblet. I couldn't afford it to get stained. “Crown Prince”, I greeted with a courtesy. I

Chapter  Three – My heart hammered in my chest. Prince Archer slowly withdrew his cock with a wet pop. The minute he got up, I scrambled to my feet, and adjusted my maid uniform and apron. The door creaked open just as Prince Archer was getting back in bed and Princess Astoria walked in looking all regal in her royal regalia. My heart was thumping in my chest but I managed a bow to Prince Archer with shaky legs then turned, giving one to Princess Astoria as well before heading for the door. “Yara”. My name came from Princess Astoria and I froze in my tracks. Did she know? What if she— “I believe you were assigned as my right hand maiden”. I swallowed and turned around, then nodded. “Yes”. She looked at me slowly from head to toe before nodding and gesturing for me to leave. With a courtesy, I quickly left the room, footwear firmly tapping on the stone floor as I hurried down the hallway to my quarters. I couldn't believe the future king had just fucked me. And I had let hi

Chapter Two — The bodyguard didn't hesitate. He uncrossed his arms and moved forward, his own erection already straining against the fabric of his trousers as he undid his belt and zipper while approaching. Chester withdrew from me abruptly and I fell forward onto the trunk, legs giving out and causing me to slide down, squatting. The bodyguard reached out, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him. His grip was firm, his thumb brushing my lower lip, smearing the saliva that had gathered there from my constant biting. “Open your mouth”, he ordered, his tone leaving no room for refusal. I obeyed, my lips parting as he slid his thick BBC past my teeth, the salty taste of his pre-cum flooding my tongue. I sucked eagerly, cheeks hollowing, and my lips stretching around his girth as I moaned around him. He groaned. From the corner of my eyes, I saw as Chester approached, stroking his cock. Then he guided his own cock back to my lips. “Come on, take it”. He urged. I shifted, taki

Chapter Two – I woke up sore and still sticky between my thighs. Viktor had taken me again and again until I gave out. I didn't even know when I had slept off. I saw him from the corner of my eyes and I jerked my head in the direction only to find him already getting dressed. He picked up the knife and walked toward me. What...what was he doing? My heart started hammering in my chest. Was he finally going to have me killed? Why didn't he do so while I was asleep? Why — “Up”, he interrupted my train of thoughts. “You need to learn to defend yourself”. I pushed myself off the mattress, naked, and legs shaking slightly. He walked to his closet and withdrew a few clothes, tossing me a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt. I put them on and they hung loose on my slender frame. “Follow me”, he said, already walking out of the bedroom into the living room. I followed behind and saw him move to the center, flipping the knife in his palm, and then he stretched it out