Chapters tagged cfnm

by Levantin

Chapter 121

The hours leading up to the evening dragged like thick tar. Loona had positioned me precisely where looking away was an impossibility: two meters from the heavy front door, dead center on the hallway floorboards. Upright on my knees, hands laced behind my back, head held high....

by Levantin

Chapter 122

I remained lying there for a single heartbeat, tasting the bitter leather on my tongue, and then pushed myself slowly forward on hands and knees, following the two women into the dim light of the room. The heavy door to the hallway remained half open behind me. In the living roo...

by Levantin

Chapter 129

Vanessa set her champagne glass down on the coffee table with a delicate, sharp clink. Her gaze lingered on the exposed lace trim for a fraction of a second longer before drifting up toward Loona with an amused, imperious detachment. "You know what, darling?" she mused, smoothin...

by Levantin

Chapter 131

Every fiber of my body seemed wired with live current as Loona slotted the key into the upper lock. I was wearing my grey wool trousers and a plain black cashmere sweater—proper, tidy, precisely the way my father expected to see me whenever I came to visit. Yet beneath the sturdy...

by Levantin

Chapter 133

Arissa recovered with terrifying speed. The brief freeze vanished from her features, and the look in her almond-shaped eyes shifted in a matter of seconds: the initial shock yielded to a bright, unmistakably amused curiosity. Her gaze didn't linger on my sweat-slicked face. It d...

by Levantin

Chapter 134

I pulled the final pass. Inch by inch, I shoved the heavy zinc bucket ahead of me, while my raw, scraped knees burned like fire against the hard parquet. With every single forward crawl, the upper steel ring struck relentlessly against my irritated pubic bone. My head was on fir...

by Levantin

Chapter 136

The night in my old childhood bedroom had been a single, drawn-out fever dream. Laced tight into damp lace, the steel cylinder pressing relentlessly against my pubic bone, I had lain awake for hours. Every time I shifted in the half-light, the padlock rattled softly against the w...