All Chapters of Naughty Tales: A Dark Collection Of Steamy Stories : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sadie He starts at my shoulders, methodical and gentle. The rope circles, tightens—not biting, but snug. Like a hug with intent. It’s already strangely comforting, like my body’s being learned in soft, slow motion.I try to track his hands as he twists the rope just above my breast, forming the beginning of that diamond pattern. I glance back and catch his eyes. His hand comes up, firm but gentle, guiding my jaw forward again."Part of the power play," he says low in my ear. "I’m in charge. Trust me. No need to see what I am doing."The rope hugs tighter across my upper chest. He moves with slow, deliberate focus. His fingers graze the top of my breast as he brings the rope across. My breath stutters, but he doesn’t rush. Doesn’t leer. Just works. And somehow that’s worse. Hotter.“Too much pressure?” He ask holding the rope from the back.“No,” I whisper. “It’s good.”He hums. “Tell me if that changes.”He moves in front of me, and I try—really try—to keep my eyes forward. But then

Sadie The dance floor is wild—bodies everywhere, the bass thumping through the floor like a second heartbeat. It’s loud and sweaty and just the right kind of chaotic. Graham finds my hand and laces his fingers through mine, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. His grip is firm, reassuring, but not possessive—just enough to let me know I’m safe. That he’s got me.Everything’s alive out here. The pulse of the music. The heat of skin brushing skin. The way laughter mingles with gasps and moans in the air. I tighten my grip on his hand as he leads me through the masses.A couple dances close enough to grind, their eyes locked in a rhythm that’s more than just the music. Another pair kisses near the edge of the floor, slow and filthy and unapologetic. Everything about this place vibrates with tension and release, and I feel it sink into my skin.Graham leads me past the lounge and into the hallway. The air shifts here cooler, quieter, more purposeful. The walls are darker, bathed

Sadie The second the last rope strike fades from my skin, Graham is already moving like a man with a mission.He slides one arm beneath my bound thighs and the other around my chest, and lifts me like I weigh nothing. The ropes dig in, pulling snug, grounding me. I gasp, more from the sheer power of it than surprise. I feel like a prize being claimed. One heartbeat I’m still kneeling on the bench, and the next, I’m tossed onto the bed like a doll, bouncing gently against the mattress, breath leaving me in a stunned exhale.He steps back. Stares.And then he strips.He doesn’t rush. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he wants me to see it all. His shirt comes off slow, like he’s letting me savor every inch—those broad shoulders, those abs I’ve fantasized about way too many times, that ridiculous V-cut that points straight down like an arrow.My mouth literally waters. Then he moves to his jeans, unbuttoning them with that cocky little flick of his fingers, and shoves them down ove

Sadie I must’ve blacked out for a second. Or maybe I just melted straight into the mattress. My whole body feels loose, like every bone gave up. I’m still buzzing from everything he just did to me—sweaty, sticky, and sore. That wrecked-but-still-glowing feeling that makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time. Yeah. That.Graham brushes his knuckles gently along my cheek, his touch featherlight. “Hey,” he murmurs, voice rough with affection. “Still with me?”“Barely,” I whisper, smiling.That crooked grin he flashes me should be illegal. “Good,” he says, leaning in to kiss my temple. “Means I did it right.”He starts untying me, slow and steady, like he’s got all the time in the world and no plans to rush this part. Nothing feels mechanical about it—it’s soft, almost careful. Every knot he undoes feels like he’s unwrapping something he actually cares about.His fingers brush my skin with every pass, checking in with those tiny pauses, rubbing out the tension in all the places th

NyraMy heart does this wild little somersault. I want to toss something flirty back, maybe ask if that was a proposal. But before I can get the words out, David clears his throat. Caleb straightens slightly, expression shifting."Right. Allow me to introduce my friend—David."David extends a hand across the table. "Pleasure," he says, tone openly appreciative as he takes me in.I shake his hand politely. David’s looking at me like I’m the dessert. Not threatening exactly, just smug, as if he’s already pictured me naked and wrapped up the fantasy with a bow. My spine straightens on instinct. I’ve dealt with guys like him before, but with Caleb sitting right there, it feels slimy instead of flattering.David grins at me, his gaze lingering just a little too long. “I can see why you like coming here, Caleb. Hell of a view.” His eyes are glued to my chest like they’ve got nowhere else to be.My cheeks burn. Not from flattery, but pure annoyance. No way I’m giving this guy my best custom