All Chapters of RAW ECSTASY: A STEAMY COLLECTION : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The luxury mansion on the outskirts of the city felt like a world away from the chaos unfolding in the streets. I stood in the grand foyer, my small suitcase at my feet, staring at the sweeping staircase and crystal chandeliers above me. At twenty-two years old, I had never imagined I would be standing in a place like this. But a company-wide lockdown due to the sudden outbreak had changed everything. The CEO, Damien Voss, had offered his private mansion as a safe haven for a small group of essential staff, including me — his personal assistant.My boss.The man I had been secretly attracted to for the past year.Damien Voss was thirty-five, powerful, and dangerously attractive. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, dark hair, and piercing gray eyes that always seemed to see right through me. He was known for his cold efficiency in the boardroom and his complete control over every aspect of his life. I had spent countless late nights in his office, organizing his schedule, pr

The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the home office Damien had assigned me, but I could barely focus on the spreadsheet in front of me. My body was still humming from the intense night before, my pussy slightly sore in the most delicious way. Damien had been working in his main study all morning, but I could feel his presence even from across the mansion. The lockdown had turned the entire property into our private world, and the danger of being discovered by the few staff members still on site only made everything feel more electric.A notification popped up on my laptop. A Zoom meeting with Damien and two senior executives. My heart skipped a beat. I quickly checked my appearance, smoothing my hair and making sure my blouse was buttoned properly. The meeting started, and Damien’s face appeared on the screen, calm and professional as always. He looked every inch the powerful CEO, but his eyes held a dark promise when they met mine through the camera.Good afternoon

Daisy walked to his desk, opened the bottom drawer, she clearly knew exactly where he kept things and pulled out a small black box he had ordered online months ago and never had the courage to use. Inside was a vibrating cock ring, still in its packaging. She tore it open without ceremony.“You’ve been collecting toys for yourself,” she observed. “How convenient.”She returned, dropped to one knee in front of him, and took his cock in her hand for the first time. Her grip was firm, almost clinical. She slid the silicone ring down over the head and settled it at the base of his shaft, tight against his balls. Then she switched it on.The vibration was strong and immediate. Erick’s hips jerked. A low sound escaped his throat.“Quiet,” Daisy said. She stood again, leash still in hand. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so. If you do, I’ll punish you in ways you won’t enjoy. Do you understand?”He nodded, breathing hard.“Use your words, pet.”“Yes,” he managed. “I understand.”“Yes,

“You’re going to stay just like this,” Daisy murmured, pumping her fingers slowly. “I’m going to milk this little prostate until you’re crying. And you still don’t get to come.”She worked with ruthless patience. Every stroke over that sensitive spot sent white-hot sparks up his spine. His moans grew louder, broken, helpless.“Ahh… ahhh… nngh… Mistress… I can’t… it’s too much.”“You can.” She scissored her fingers inside him, stretching. “You will. Listen to those pretty sounds you make. Ahhh, yes… just like that. Moan for me.”Erick’s forehead pressed to the floor. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. His cock felt swollen beyond endurance. Every pulse of the vibrator and every rub against his prostate pushed him right to the brink, then held him there. His balls ached with the need to empty.Daisy fucked him with her fingers for what felt like an eternity, never speeding up, never giving him enough to tip over. When his moans turned into continuous, broken whimpers, she final

Kelly lay awake in the dark listening to the house settle. The digital clock on his nightstand glowed 12:17. His parents' bedroom was at the far end of the hall. Their door had closed hours ago. The only sound left was the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of old wood.He had almost drifted off when the soft click of his door handle turned. A narrow bar of hallway light cut across the floor then vanished as the door shut again. Soft footsteps crossed the carpet. The mattress dipped.Ana.His stepsister had started this three nights ago. The first time he thought he was dreaming. The second time he stayed frozen and let it happen. Tonight his heart was already racing before she even touched him.She did not speak at first. Cool fingers found his wrist and guided his hand away from the sheet. Then silk slid across his eyes. Soft. Cool. She tied the scarf firmly behind his head blocking out even the faint moonlight. Blindness made every other sense sharper.Ana's we