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Chapter 61

Dakota The world came back in pieces.The sawhorse was sticky under my thighs. My wrists ached, faint and pulsing where the cuffs had held tight. My breath was still uneven. Hair in my mouth. Sweat cooling on my lower back.Then I realized it—everything had gone still. Not just around me, but inside me too. The silence wasn't soft, it was heavy, like the air itself was holding its breath. I blinked, lifted my head—and fuck me, we had an audience.Just a few, but enough—hovering past the tape line, lingering near the curtains, eyes burning with that quiet, filthy kind of hunger. Some of them had that look, like they were imagining themselves in my place, bent and begging in Xavier’s hands.Others? They looked like they wanted to be him. Wanted to command. Own. Wreck someone the way he just wrecked me.Xavier didn’t look at them.He grabbed the curtain and yanked it closed without saying a damn thing, shutting out the hungry eyes, the noise, the leftover thrum of everything we’d just

Chapter 62

Dakota Over his knee. Just like that. My breath hitched, hands gripping his thick thighs to steady myself. He slid my panties down slow, letting them fall to the floor, then reached behind and unclasped my bra. Nothing between us now. Just skin.“This won’t be like the crop,” he said, voice right above me. “You’re going to feel this.His hand slid over my ass, fingertips skimming the welts still singing from the crop. "Back of the thigh this time," he said, voice low and steady like a promise he had every intention of keeping.I barely nodded before I felt the first strike.The belt cracked against the back of my thigh and I jerked—fuck, that one hit different. Not stingy like the crop. This was heavier, deeper, sinking into my muscles and dragging heat through every inch, all the way down to my toes.Fuck, it hurt.He waited, gave me time to breathe, then gave me the second.I gritted my teeth and locked in—not on the sting, but on what I’d get if I took it. Him. His cock. Everyth

Chapter 63

Dakota Xavier didn’t rush.Even after the last tremor faded from my body, he took his time easing out of me, setting me down gently onto the chaise like I was something breakable. He kissed my forehead. Rubbed warmth back into my thighs. Whispered things I didn’t quite catch, but didn’t need to. It was in his hands. His voice. The way he looked at me like I was still center stage, even though the show was over.Aftercare, he’d called it.But it didn’t feel clinical.It felt like being seen.He unbuckled the belt from my wrist and neck, careful fingers tracing the faint red line it had left on my skin. His hands were steady, slow, as he cleaned me up with a warm cloth from the drawer beside the chaise. Then he helped me dress—like the night hadn’t reduced us both to sweat and sin and gasping.My legs were still a little shaky, but the feeling wasn’t pain. It was satisfaction. Like my body had finally been used in the way it had always wanted to be used.He held my hand as we stepp

Chapter 64

Simone I nearly drop my heels trying to unlock the door with one hand while juggling my phone, my purse slipping off my shoulder like it's trying to escape the night right alongside me.The keys finally slide into the lock with a reluctant click, and I shoulder the door open just as Lilla's voice crackles louder through my phone, sharp with laughter and timing. "Tell me you at least got a good drink out of it," she says, her tone already smug like she knows the answer. "Barely. Sparkling water and half a flute of warm champagne I didn't even finish." "Nothing worse than having to go in dry," Lilla snorts, and I can hear the sound of her lighting a cigarette. "I don't think I can survive another corporate circle jerk," I mutter as the door slams shut behind me. My heels hit the entryway tile with a clatter that echoes in the too-quiet condo. "Seriously. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration of success, not a goddamn stroke fest. Just a bunch of dick-sucking and preening in

Chapter 65

SimoneThe words hit like a pulse between my legs. My nipples harden against the fabric of my dress. My breath hitches, sharp and shaky, like I’ve just been caught doing something filthy in public. Something in me doesn’t just stir—it clicks.Like I’ve been waiting for this exact invitation. Like my body already knew what it needed before my brain could catch up. I drain the rest of my whiskey, set the glass down, and click on the post. My fingers are already trembling. The application opens. It’s short, but not casual. No fluff. No bullshit. Just questions that expect honesty. It wants to know what you like, what you don’t, what you want done to you and how badly you want it. The whole thing feels like it’s watching me back. Clinical. Hungry. Waiting. Name: Optional. No real names. Experience Level: Choose one—Curious, Trained, Devoted. Hard Limits: List. Kink Checklist: Required. Select all that apply. — Impact Play, Bondage, Edging, Degradation, Praise, Objectificatio

Chapter 66

Simone The hotel suite smells like clean linens and quiet money, that fresh, neutral luxury that promises discretion without trying too hard. There’s a massive king-sized bed right in the center, all white linens and stiff perfection, like it’s waiting to be ruined. Headboard is modern, dark, nothing ornate—just solid. Clean. Across from it, sunk right into an alcove in the wall, is the best part: a big, glossy jacuzzi tub, deep and wide and positioned like it was built to watch everything go down on that bed. Like it's daring people to get filthy in front of it. The walls are dressed in muted abstract art, the kind that whispers rather than shouts. The lighting is soft, recessed into the ceiling, casting a steady low glow that smooths out every edge.Floor-to-ceiling windows stretch along the far wall, half-covered by blackout curtains, letting in just enough of the city’s shimmer to remind you how high up you are—and how far from normal everything's about to get. I let the door

Chapter 67

Simone I’m trying to keep my cool, pretending I’m not strung tight with want, and then he’s just there. Like the room bent around him and dropped him right in front of me. Older. Sharp. Every inch of him held tight in control, and fuck if that doesn’t make me clench.The kind of man who doesn’t need to say a word to make your whole body sit up and beg. His suit is tailored perfection, all sleek black menace. And that mask? Onyx and blood-red, shaped like a grinning demon with curved teeth, wicked and gleaming. Gorgeous. Dangerous. Exactly what I came for. The Gentleman. He stares at me like he already knows what I sound like when I fall apart. Doesn’t say a damn word for a long second. Just drinks me in. “You waited so patiently. Good girl,” he says at last, his voice low. “You wear anticipation like it’s made for you.” I smirk. “I dress for what I want.” "Perfect. Are you ready?" He offers a hand, and I take it like the dirty little secret I am. We move through the club, hi

Chapter 68

SimoneThe Beast doesn’t wait. He’s on me in two strides, grabbing the front of my dress and ripping it wide open like it never stood a chance. Silk tears with a hiss, sharp and sudden, and the pieces float to the floor while I stand there, bare, exposed, lit up from the inside out.My breath catches, but he doesn’t give me space to think, let alone breathe. His hand is at my throat in a blink, firm, steady, claiming. Then he steps in, pushing me until the back of my knees kiss the edge of the bed. I stumble, and he follows, all heat and weight, pinning me down. “Easy,” the Jester says, voice light and teasing. “Don’t scare her off before I get a turn.” The Beast ignores him, hand sliding down to part my thighs. He finds me wet, soaked, slick, ready. “She’s dripping,” he growls. “Walked in here already soaked for us.” His voice drops low next to my ear. “I'm going to take you first. Rough. I can tell you'll like it.” He yanks at his belt, standing between my legs at the edge

Chapter 69

Simone The Beast starts moving my hips again, grinding, thrusting, using me like his personal fucktoy. Every thrust is deep and steady, and I’m barely holding on, reduced to gasps and whimpers. But I feel it, the shift. His grip tightens, one hand locking down on my waist, the other spreading wide over my lower back. He knows. He knows I tried to turn the tables, tried to make him break first. And now he’s taking his control back. The Jester laughs, climbing up onto the bed behind me with a wicked grin in his voice. “Oh, you pissed him off now. Sweetheart’s gonna get wrecked.”My breath catches. I can’t even flinch before he’s kissing my neck, sliding his hand down over my belly, fingers finding my clit like a promise. The Beast pulls me down harder onto his cock, groaning low, rough hands on my hips like he’s done being patient.I’m straddling him, thighs burning, chest heaving as he thrusts up into me from below, hard, fast, unrelenting. My knees slip, legs shaking, but he does

Chapter 70

Simone I lean back into the Jester’s chest, still catching my breath. He laughs low behind me, mouth brushing my shoulder like he’s about to tell me a dirty secret. “You did so fucking good,” he purrs, voice thick with praise. “Wanna know a trick for next time? Something to really make the Beast lose his shit?” He doesn’t wait for my answer. Just keeps going, tone lazy and smug. “Ball massage, baby. Just a little one. Swear to God, makes him melt like fucking butter. Gets him every time.” I barely register the movement, but I feel the change. His hand slips down between the Beast’s thighs, fingers teasing at the base, then gently massaging lower. It’s tender and filthy at once, and from the guttural noise that the Beast lets out, deep and strangled, it’s working. The Beast stiffens under me, his cock still buried deep, twitching with the threat of release. I feel it swell, throb. But he grits his teeth and holds on. "Fuck off," he snarls through clenched teeth, then shoves me o

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