Todos los capítulos de MAKE ME SCREAM: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The envelope has been burning a hole in my desk drawer for an hour.I couldn’t open it during the meeting, not with Alexander Vale sitting at the head of the table in his charcoal suit, ice-blue eyes scanning the room like a predator surveying a field, his voice low and precise and doing things to the space between my legs that a quarterly earnings report should never do. Not with Damien Kane leaning back in the chair beside him, thick forearms crossed, that half-smirk on his lips every time his dark eyes landed on me across the table.My bosses. Both of them. Looking at me like I was already theirs.The office empties at six. I wait until the last pair of heels clicks into the elevator, then I pull the envelope from my drawer. Black. Sleek. My name in silver script: For the eyes of Elara only.I slice it open and my breath stops.Personal Services & Retention Agreement.I read it once. My pulse climbs. I read it again. My thighs press together.In consideration of a 300% salary incre

They carry me to the rug in front of the fire and lay me on my back and I’m already begging.“Please, please—”“Shh.” Vale ties my wrists with soft black rope, securing them above my head to the heavy coffee table leg. Kane spreads my ankles wide— tying each to opposite chair legs, and the position opens me completely. Pussy exposed. Clit swollen and visible. Wetness dripping down to my ass. The collar tugs gently with every breath.Firelight dances on my skin. I’m trembling. Every nerve ending is raw from the edging in the car, on the floor, I’ve been on the brink for over an hour and my body is vibrating with need.Vale kneels between my spread thighs. His breath ghosts over my soaked folds and I whimper, high, desperate.“Please, I need your mouth, please, sir—”His tongue touches me.The sound that comes out of me is something I’ve never heard, a broken, sobbing moan that fills the cabin. He licks me in one long, slow stroke, entrance to clit, his tongue flat and hot and thorough—

I wake between them. Still naked. Still collared. My pussy and ass aching with a deep, delicious soreness that makes me smile into Vale’s chest.They don’t let me stay comfortable.The shower is four hands on me, soaping every inch, fingers sliding into my cum-filled holes, cleaning me only to push more fingers inside and make me moan against the tile.“Ahh, please, it’s so sensitive, oh god—”“Sensitive is good,” Kane murmurs against my wet shoulder, two fingers pumping my pussy while Vale’s hand cups my breast, rolling my nipple. “Sensitive means you’ll feel everything we do today.”They take me to the private deck. Bend me over the wide wooden railing, tying my wrists to the posts so I’m spread and presented, tits hanging, ass and pussy exposed to the empty lake. The cool morning air tightens my nipples to painful points and I gasp.“Morning breeding time, pet,” Kane says behind me. Casually. Like he’s announcing coffee.He pushes into my pussy. Slow. Deep. Stretching me open aroun

My bedroom door was supposed to be locked.I know this because I checked it. I always check it, three tugs on the handle, paranoid little ritual, before I strip down and set up the ring light and become someone else for the camera. Someone louder. Someone who moans without apology and spreads her legs for strangers on the internet because the validation fills something that real life won’t touch.But tonight I forgot. Tonight my ex posted pictures with his new girlfriend and something bitter and reckless crawled into my chest and I skipped the lock and went straight for the toys.I’m on my knees in the center of my bed. Naked. Thighs spread wide, the ring light painting my flushed skin in warm gold. My favorite glass dildo, thick, ridged, cold when it enters and warm by the time I’m done, is buried inside me, and I’m fucking myself with slow, deep strokes that I can feel in my stomach. Every time I push it in, the ridges catch on my front wall and drag, and my toes curl and my breath

The clamps won’t let me forget they’re there.Every breath tugs them. Every shift of my body sends a small, sharp pull through both nipples that sparks down to my clit like a wire connecting the two. I’m suspended between sensation, the constant throb at my chest, the aching emptiness between my legs, and the combination is making me lose my mind.Kai kneels between my spread thighs. His broad shoulders hold my legs apart, not that the ropes need help, and his face is inches from my pussy. I can feel his breath. Hot, slow, deliberate exhalations that hit my swollen clit and make it twitch.“Look at this pretty pink cunt,” he says, voice thick. His fingers trace my outer lips, just the edges, featherlight, following the contour of my swollen folds without touching where I need him. “Already wrecked and we haven’t even started.”“Please, Kai, touch me, I can’t—”Two fingers drag up my slit. Slow. Parting me, spreading my wetness from my entrance to my clit, and the friction of his rough