Chapters tagged cuckold

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 124

A deep, unfiltered groan broke from Loona across the way, followed by a hard, solid crash as the bedpost drove straight into the wall with full . The tremor traveled faintly through the floorboards, vibrating right into the slats of my own mattress. Nadja tilted her head, l...

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Chapter 125

The pale, grey light of Sunday morning crept sluggishly across the floorboards of my room, settling like a cold veil over the mattress. As consciousness returned, my body made itself known with a wave of dull torment. After the endless hours in the leather restraints, my shoulde...

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Chapter 138

Dinner drew to a close as bourgeois and sterile as it had begun. My father dabbed his lips with the starched linen napkin, pushed back his chair, and rose with a contented sigh. "A thoroughly successful evening, my dears," Richard declared, clapping me jovially on the shoulder o...

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Chapter 139

I charged up the stairs of the apartment building two at a time, my breath coming in ragged bursts. Beneath my jeans, the cold steel cylinder chafed against my sensitive groin with every single stride; the small padlock knocked dull under the heavy denim. The academic safe zone w...

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Chapter 142

The clatter of crockery and the sharp aroma of freshly brewed filter coffee filled the pre-war kitchen on Sunday morning. I stood at the stove, easing scrambled eggs onto warmed plates and arranging the bread basket. Outwardly, I functioned flawlessly as the attentive host in com...

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Chapter 153

The ward rounds on Station 14 dragged on like stiff rubber. Every time I leaned over a hospital bed to inspect a surgical drain or check a pulse, my freshly sealed nails caught the glare of the fluorescent lighting. I could feel Mira’s amused, probing gaze boring into my back. Th...

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Chapter 154

The harsh morning light of Berlin cut like a blade through the gaps in my bedroom curtains. By the time the alarm went off at 06:45 sharp, sleep had long been entirely out of the question. My entire groin throbbed. The freshly lasered zones along my thighs burned like an open fl...

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Chapter 160

The shrill blare of my alarm ripped me from a restless, shallow sleep at precisely 06:00. The morning chill in the room seemed to pierce through the duvet instantly. With the slightest stir, the heavy, mute ache at my throat and between my thighs served as an unceasing reminder...

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Chapter 161

The door to her room stood open only a sliver. When I entered, Loona was lying on her bed, nestled deep into the pillows, while the muted, amber glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across her features. Her silk robe had fallen wide open in front; beneath it, she wore littl...

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Chapter 164

The drive back to Steglitz felt like a blur between unraveling inside and clinging to a fragile sense of comfort. While still in the parking garage at Tauentzien, Loona steered the car into a quiet corner bay, cut the engine, and engaged the central locking. I sat in the passeng...

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Chapter 165

Saturday morning did not begin with coffee, but with a sentence that left no room for escape. I had barely stepped into the hallway, still in my sweatshirt, jeans pulled over the sheer stockings and the burning thread, when Loona emerged from the bathroom. She wore her silk robe...

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Chapter 166

Sunday morning crept through the tall pre-war windows of the Steglitz apartment with unsparing brightness. Every step across the parquet burned as a dull reminder in my flesh: the welts across my thighs smarted beneath the soft sweatpants, while the steel housing in front presse...

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Chapter 189

Mira considered for a moment. "Timo… yes, John has mentioned him in passing once or twice when old school friends came up. I have never met him, though. But he knows nothing about all of this, I take it?" "Of course not," Loona scoffed with amusement. "To Timo, John is still the...