Lahat ng Kabanata ng Thirty Dark Nights.: Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

MIA “On your feet.”Andy’s hands were already on the cuffs before I could answer. The leather released. Blood rushed back into my wrists. He hauled me up by the collar. My legs shook from the chair and the earlier blows. He didn’t wait. He walked me down the hall, one hand fisted in the ring at my throat, the other gripping my upper arm hard enough to bruise. A door opened. The room beyond smelled like leather and clean oil. Hooks lined the walls. A wide padded bench sat in the center under bright lights. More restraints waited, already laid out.“Get on it. Face down.”I planted my feet. “No.”He spun me and bent me over the edge of the bench in one motion. My bare stomach hit the cool padding. He kicked my ankles apart, locked them into the lower cuffs, then pulled my arms forward and secured my wrists to the far end. A wide strap crossed my lower back and cinched tight. Another crossed my shoulders. I couldn’t lift my chest. I couldn’t close my legs. My ass stayed raised, pussy ex

Mia“You heard the lock.”Andy stepped back into the room before the echo faded. He had never gone far. The single light above the bench stayed on. I was still on my back, ankles locked wide, wrists above my head, his cum drying on my stomach and breasts. My skin stung everywhere the cane had landed. He looked at the mess he had left on me, then at my face.“Try something.”I yanked at the wrist cuffs. The chain rattled. It was useless and we both knew it. He watched the small defiance without expression, then walked to the wall and took down a heavier strap. Thicker than the cane. He set it on the bench beside my hip.“That counts.”He released my ankles only long enough to flip me onto my stomach again and lock them wider than before. A new strap crossed my thighs. Another pinned my waist. My ass stayed raised, pussy and the tight ring of my ass both exposed. He picked up the strap.The first blow landed full across both cheeks. Deeper than the cane. The sound filled the room. Heat

Rose.“Light’s on. Don’t move.”Hours had passed. My knees ached against the rug. The plug still pulsed low and steady inside me. Josh’s cum had dried in sticky trails down my thighs and around the base, then freshened when more leaked out. A short off-camera correction had left three thin wax lines across the tops of my breasts and one sharper stripe on my left hip. He had not cleaned any of it. The red light flared back to life. The camera was already framed on me exactly as he had left me: knees spread, hands still locked behind my back, plug seated, used and marked.Josh stepped into frame beside the tripod. Another man stood just behind him, older, silent, one of the inner circle. Josh checked the monitor.“Chat paid extra for the already-used open. They want the angles. Spread your knees wider. Show them the leak.”I shifted. Fresh slick and old cum smeared. The camera zoomed. Comments rolled. Josh read one aloud.“On all fours. Keep the plug in. They want to see it from behind

Sera“Take the glass before I spill it on purpose.”Diane held the wine out without looking at me. Her sundress strap had slipped off one shoulder, and the porch light made the bare skin look warmer than the night. I took the glass. Our fingers touched longer than they needed to.“Maya texted from the highway,” I said. “She forgot her charger. She might turn around.”“She won’t.” Diane finally looked at me. Her mouth was already stained dark from the red. “She never turns around once that boy is in the car. You know that. You’ve watched her leave me with the dishes every summer since you were sixteen.”I swallowed. The wine was too warm. “I was seventeen the last time I stayed the whole week.”“And you spent half of it in that guest room with the door locked, pretending you were asleep when I knocked.” She leaned her hip against the railing. The lake moved black behind her. “I used to think you were shy. Then I caught you watching me change out of a wet suit two summers ago, and I sto

Sera.“Get under the sheet. Now.”Diane yanked her hand out of my shorts so fast the loss made me gasp. Headlights washed the far wall white, then yellow, then gone as the car turned toward the garage. Gravel popped under tires. A door opened outside, then shut. I dragged the quilt to my chin. My shorts were still shoved down one hip. Diane grabbed her dress off the floor, stepped into it, and did not bother with the zipper.“He texted this morning that the site meeting ran long,” she said, low and fast. “He was supposed to sleep in the city. If he asks why the guest door is locked, you were showering. Say it back to me.”“I was showering.”“Good girl.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, then leaned down and kissed me once, hard, tasting like the orgasm I had just pulled out of her. “Do not come out until I call you. And do not touch yourself while you wait. That is mine now.”The front door opened before I could answer.“Di?” A man’s voice, tired, familiar from a dozen s