Todos los capítulos de Naughty Tales: A Dark Collection Of Steamy Stories : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Nyra The lighting hits me first, soft and red, casting everyone in a hazy glow. The air is thick with perfume and something darker, something heavy. A woman in a black corset greets me with a nod and directs me toward a locker room. “No phones past this point,” she says. “For everyone’s privacy.” I hesitate. My phone is my safety net, my fake excuse, my way out if things go sideways. But I put it in a locker and punch a code. Stepping out into the lounge is like stepping onto another planet. The room is all velvet and shadow, with music pulsing low and steady, a rhythm you feel more than hear. Leather couches and high-top tables surround the dance floor, some sectioned off with red velvet curtains that add little pockets of privacy to the room. Every now and then, you catch glimpses—hands wandering, mouths too close, people clearly not just talking. Along the back of the dance floor is a wall of mirrors, stretching the whole length and making the massive space feel even bigger. I

NyraCaleb doesn’t say a word as he guides me back to the table, where his friends are still lounging with drinks and lazy smiles. The moment we step into their circle, I feel the weight of their attention settle on me, hot and heavy.David looks like he hasn't stopped smirking since we walked off. "Well, look at that. Caleb decided to keep her."Caleb doesn’t introduce me. He just drops back into his seat like nothing happened, cool as ever. I stay standing beside him, not sure if I’m supposed to sit or stand, or what.So I default to what he told me earlier—hands clasped behind my back, mouth shut, waiting. I feel like a prop on display, quiet and posed, but the flutter in my stomach betrays just how much I’m buzzing beneath the surface.One of the men chuckles. “Didn’t you just say ten minutes ago you weren’t picking up anyone tonight?” He’s tall, bearded, wearing a suit that probably cost more than my entire month’s rent.There’s a teasing glint in his eyes, but it’s not mean. Jus

NyraI straighten my shoulders. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.”She pouts, a little mockingly. “Suit yourself.” She turns and melts back into the crowd, leaving me standing there with a weird mix of adrenaline, relief, and about a hundred new questions for Caleb.When the bartender sets the drinks in front of me, I grab them and turn to head back.The others at the table are gone now, leaving just him lounging against the table like he owns the place. He arches a brow as I approach in that calm, unreadable way of his."What did she want?"I hesitate for only a second. “She invited me to misbehave.”His gaze sharpens. “And you said?”“I said no. I remember you mentioning something about not liking brats.”Caleb’s lips curl, pleased. “Good girl. You do listen well.”Normally, I’d roll my eyes if someone called me girl. But when he says it? Damn. My whole body lights up. It’s like the words drop straight down my spine and settle low, hot and undeniable. I don’t know what it is, may

Nyra"You're fucking soaked, you filthy little slut. I think you’re liking this too much."Then he flips me onto my back like I weigh nothing, and my breath catches. He stalks over to the dresser, slow and deliberate, every move dripping with purpose. He opens the top drawer and pulls out a pink vibrator.Then he grabs a small bottle and a cloth and starts cleaning it, methodical as hell, like teasing me with every second he makes me wait."I’m gonna make you beg for it now,” he says, voice thick with heat. “You’ve got those big, desperate eyes, and fuck, nothing is going to get me off tonight other than watching you fall apart while you beg.”He presses the vibrator right to my clit, and I jolt with a full-body gasp. The buzz is brutal after the sting of his hand, like every nerve between my legs is on fire. I try to move, try to grab his wrist, maybe to push him away or maybe to make him press harder. I honestly don’t even know what I want."Hands above your head," he says, all grit

NyraI walk over with their drinks, trying not to spill anything or let the tremble in my fingers show. She doesn’t even really look at me. Just tosses a half-hearted smile my way like I’m a background prop, then zeroes right back in on Caleb like I’m not even there.“This place is adorable,” she says, resting her chin in her hand, fingers lazily tracing her glass like this is some date. “David was right. And you—always picking these quiet little hideaways. So perfectly you.”Caleb doesn’t even blink. “We still need to review the last two clauses,” he says, flipping the page. All sharp edges and warmth.Then she reaches over and casually rests her hand on his arm, like it’s no big deal. Like touching him is the most normal thing in the world. And the worst part? He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just lets her.She keeps talking, probably going on about some detail in the contract, but I don’t hear it. I’m already walking away, trying to get to the server station before my heart gives o