Chapters tagged bondage

by ErosApostasia

Chapter 7

**Continued from chapter 6:** Behind us, the sound of rhythmic slapping echoes through the room. Paige and Raven aren't holding back; their palms strike my reddened flesh with increasing intensity, their laughter mingling with the sounds of my devouring hunger. Every time I try...

by ErosApostasia

Chapter 8

**Continued from chapter 7:** Raven's eyes darken, the amusement shifting into something far more predatory and focused. She straightens up, running a hand through her long black hair, her silver rings catching the dim light. She doesn't say a word, but the way she looks at me—a...

by ErosApostasia

Chapter 9

**Continued from chapter 8:** Raven moves to Hazel's other side, her expression softer, almost apologetic—though there's nothing apologetic about the way her dark eyes glitter with intent. "We're not monsters," she says smoothly. "We're giving you something to... amuse yourself...

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Chapter 10

**Continued from chapter 9:** The tip of Paige's strap-on breaches my opening, and a guttural moan escapes me. She doesn't stop, pushing deeper inch by deliberate inch, reveling in the exquisite drag of silicone against my inner walls. Above me, Raven grinds down, smearing her w...

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Chapter 11

**Continued from chapter 10:** "Remember when Hazel spanked you, Ero?" Raven asks. "It's time for you to return the favor," Paige says, standing in front of Hazel's face. Paige addresses Hazel directly, her voice dripping with cruel anticipation. "Now sweetie, you're going to...

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Chapter 12

**Continued from chapter 11:** With each blow, Hazel's resistance crumbles further. The pain is becoming addictive, mingling dangerously with the growing swell of lust within her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught. She opens her mouth...

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Chapter 16

**Continued from chapter 15:** Hazel's face goes from pink to a deep, bruised scarlet at the mention of a slip dress. She can almost see it—the contrast of the delicate fabric against my skin, the way it will slide up with every strike. She hides her face in her hands for a mome...