Chapters tagged fetish

by ErosApostasia

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 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 5

**Continued from chapter 4:** Vashanti lets out a melodic, teasing laugh, the sound light and airy despite the heavy atmosphere in the room. She shakes her head, a stray lock of glossy black hair falling over her shoulder as she studies me with faux pity. "Oh, don't act so surp...

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Chapter 6

**Continued from chapter 5:** Vashanti notices the subtle change in my posture, the way the silk stretches tighter across my chest, and the unmistakable thickening of the fabric between my legs. Her gaze lingers there for a moment longer than necessary, a slow, knowing smile spr...

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Chapter 8

**Continued from chapter 7:** She stops directly in front of me, her gaze raking over my trembling form. My breath comes in hitching, dry sobs as I will myself not to cry. I won't give her the satisfaction. She freezes mid-step, her keen eyes catching the telltale signs of my...

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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...