All Chapters of EXPOSED CRAVINGS: A Filthy Compilation: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Holy fuck… this house is insane.I stood at the front door, staring up at the massive modern mansion like an idiot. My heart was already pounding and I hadn’t even gone inside yet. This place looked like it belonged to someone who could ruin your life with one phone call.I wiped my sweaty palms on my sundress and tried to calm myself down. It’s just babysitting, Ava. You’ve done this a million times. Stop acting like a fucking virgin.Before I could knock, the door swung open.And Jesus Christ.Damien Cross stood there like a walking threat. Tall as hell, broad shoulders, dark intense eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, giving me a dangerous little peek at his chest. He looked expensive. Powerful. And way too fucking hot for a man in his forties.His eyes slowly dragged down my body, taking his sweet time before coming back up to my face. I felt completely naked under that stare.“You’re the new babysitter?” His voice was deep, rough,

The shame that flooded through me was overwhelming. My eyes stung with tears as I turned and practically ran back toward the living room, my bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. What the hell is wrong with me? I grabbed my bag with shaking hands, my mind spiraling. I was going to lose this job. I was going to be known as the perverted babysitter who spied on him jerking off. My cheeks were burning so hot I thought I might actually catch fire. I was heading for the front door when his voice boomed behind me. “Stop.” I froze, my hand on the doorknob. I slowly turned around. Damien stood at the entrance of the hallway, his shirt still open but pants closed now, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His eyes were dark, stormy, and filled with something I couldn’t quite read — fury mixed with something much more dangerous. He took a slow step toward me. “You really have some fucking nerve,” he said, his voice low and rough.

Damien extended his hand toward me.I stared at it for a second, my heart hammering so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. My mouth was dry. My pussy was throbbing. Every rational part of my brain was screaming at me to run.But I took his hand instead because I couldn’t stop myself.His grip was strong and warm as he pulled me up from the couch. He didn’t let go. Instead, he led me upstairs, down the long hallway, straight to that heavy wooden door at the end.He entered a code and The lock clicked open.When he turned on the lights, I froze.The room was stunning and terrifying all at once. Soft red and black lighting. A large four-poster bed with restraints built into the frame. A padded spanking bench. A St. Andrew’s cross against the wall. Hooks hanging from the ceiling. And an entire wall neatly organized with toys — floggers, paddles, ropes, vibrators, plugs, nipple clamps, and things I didn’t even recognize.Oh my lord.I stood there, completely speechless

He released my wrists from the hook but kept the cuffs on. In one smooth, powerful motion, he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I gasped as he carried me across the room like I weighed nothing and laid me down on the large padded table in the center.“Legs up,” he ordered, his voice rough.He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back, folding me almost in half. My knees were near my shoulders, my pussy completely exposed and tilted up toward him. He held my legs firmly with his strong hands, spreading me wide open.“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, staring down at my dripping, swollen pussy. “So pink. So wet. So ready for me.”He walked to one of the drawers and opened it before picking out something from it. He held it up to show me before walking back to me.It was a fucking butt plug, oh my goodness!He bent down and spit on my exposed asshole and used his index and ring finger to spread the saliva while keeping eye contact with me. Fuck he was soooo hot I couldn’t s

The first few days passed in a strange, quiet blur.Alessandro was barely around. He left early in the morning and returned late at night — if he came back at all. Sometimes I heard the front door open at 2 or 3 AM, his low voice speaking to someone on the phone, then silence. Part of me was terrified every time I heard movement in the penthouse. The other part… was grateful.I needed the space.I needed time to breathe. To walk around this enormous glass cage without feeling his eyes on me. To sit on the balcony overlooking the city and try to wrap my head around the fact that I had just sold one year of my life to a mafia boss.By day four, I was starting to adjust. A little.I wasn’t used to doing nothing. So when the housekeeper, Maria, was in the kitchen preparing dinner, I rolled up my sleeves and joined her. She looked surprised at first, but didn’t stop me. I chopped vegetables, seasoned the meat, and helped stir the sauce. It felt good to do something normal with my hands. So