Chapters tagged bdsm

by ErosApostasia

Chapter 8

**Continued from chapter 7:** "Please," she gasps. "Please?" I say, and I spank her again, harder. "Please what? Tell me what is happening to you. Beg me to spank you for it." The third strike is harder, more insistent, and it breaks the dam of her composure. The pain is no lo...

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Chapter 10

**Continued from chapter 9:** She pulls out a midnight-blue silk slip, impossibly thin, the kind of garment that clings to skin like a whisper. As she slides it over her head, the fabric glides across her sensitized skin, and she hisses softly at the friction. The silk catches o...

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Chapter 12

**Continued from chapter 11:** I stop spanking her for a moment and let her gain her composure. Her face is a mess of tears, snot, and drool. I study her with deliberate calm. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, naughty girl?" I ask, my voice low and controlled. "Before...

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Chapter 13

**Continued from chapter 12:** The question is a trap, and Vashanti knows it. I want to hear the word clearly, stripped of hesitation, delivered with the full weight of her surrender. She feels the heat of her blush burning through the tears on her face, the shame of the title w...

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Chapter 14

**Continued from chapter 13:** A primal, unrestrained scream rips from her lungs, echoing through the room—a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender. Her internal muscles clamp down on my fingers in rhythmic, pulses, milking them as waves of white-hot electricity surge...

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Chapter 9

**Continued from chapter 8:** "Good boy," she murmurs, the praise sounding both sweet and reassuring. She reaches down, her fingers tangling briefly in my hair to tilt my head further back, exposing the line of my throat. I tremble at her praise, waiting for what com...

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Chapter 10

**Continued from chapter 9:** The sensation of my skin being revealed, even through the thin barrier of the panties, makes Vashanti's own breath catch for a fraction of a second. The power dynamic has shifted from mere discipline to something much more primal, much more intoxica...

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Chapter 11

**Continued from chapter 10:** She maintains the rhythm for several more minutes, ensuring the sting is deep enough to leave a lasting impression, a physical memory of this night. Finally, she slows, her hand transitioning from the sharp cracks of discipline to long, soothing sw...