With a wry smile, I crumpled up the note, deciding not to let their antics ruin my mood. Clearly, they were determined to keep up their charade, but I refused to let their warnings dictate my choices. For the day, I chose an outfit that exuded confidence and style, paying no heed to the threatening notes scattered around my room. The outfit featured a sleek, black crop top with delicate lace detailing along the neckline, offering a subtle yet alluring touch. Paired with high-waisted jeans in a classic blue denim wash, the ensemble struck the perfect balance between casual comfort and chic sophistication. As I slipped into the form-fitting jeans, I appreciated their flattering silhouette, accentuating my curves in all the right places while providing comfort for the day ahead. The cropped length of the top allowed a tantalizing glimpse of skin without revealing too much, adding a hint of allure to the look. Completing the outfit, I opted for a pair of black ankle boots with chunky h
A shiver ran through my spine. For a moment, I thought he was crazy, and I guess I was correct. Stupid brain and stupid work. Taking a huff, I moved myself out of the room and went straight to my own. I changed my clothes, opting for a shirt and jeans. After tying my hair in a loose bun, I headed to the cafe. Upon reaching there, I put on my uniform and got to work. The day passed by in its usual routine, and soon my shift ended. It was a weird day, though. I saw a man with blue eyes wearing a mask. He looked at me as if I had committed some grave sin, like he wanted to snap my neck. The terror in his eyes was palpable. But then he took his order and left. As I changed out of my work clothes, ready to leave, the power supply suddenly went off. I called out to my colleagues, but there was no reply. I gulped in terror. Now, I really think I need to stop listening to horror and crime stories. I heard footsteps approaching, each one sending my heart racing faster. Sweat dripped down my
“I told you not to scream, sunshine. Don’t make me increase the count. It’s your punishment,” he stated coldly, delivering another brutal blow. He repeated the assault seven more times, each strike sending waves of pain radiating through my body. When he finally stopped, I took a sharp, ragged breath, feeling like I had been holding it in for an eternity. I had bitten my lips so hard to stifle any cries that they were now swollen and throbbing. I wanted to squeeze my thighs together to ease the arousal building in my inner thighs, but I resisted, knowing it would only provoke him further. I hated my body for reacting this way to pain, for betraying me in the face of such brutality. My clit throbbed with agony, yet my pussy yearned for more, a sickening mix of pleasure and pain coursing through me. More tears spilled from my eyes, the torment of my situation overwhelming me. “I’ll spank your cunt again ten more times if your jeans go down,” he ordered, his voice dripping with menace
The next morning dawned. I finished my morning business soon. Luna must have come into the room last night, but I didn’t even realize. I had covered the hickeys given by that stupid stalker. But will I surely complain to the cops? Yesterday, I was tired.After coming from the shower, I thought to wear something pretty good, like a good outfit. But what should I wear? And in addition to that, something which my asshole stalker won’t get offended by the outfit.Thinking of it, I find the best outfit which is perfect. Should I go for this one? It seems fitting, elegant, and not too revealing. I don’t want to give him any ideas. Maybe this will keep him off my back for a while.The outfit is a black knee-length dress with long sleeves, featuring delicate lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves. It’s modest yet stylish, offering a touch of sophistication without drawing unwanted attention. The high neckline and flowing skirt provide ample coverage, ensuring that I feel comfortable a
EpilogueThe darkness enveloped the room, suffocating and absolute, but I could see everything clearly. Her silhouette slumped on the floor, her breaths shallow and weak. The chloroform had worked its magic, and now she was entirely at my mercy.“You can’t escape me, sunshine,” I whispered into her ear, relishing the way she shivered at my words, even in her semi-conscious state. “This is just the beginning.”I leaned back, observing her with a mixture of fascination and possessiveness. How long had I waited for this moment? Months of meticulous planning, of following her every move, ensuring that I was always one step ahead. She had no idea how deep my obsession ran, how thoroughly I had woven myself into the fabric of her life.Ashley had been an enigma at first, a fleeting glimpse in the crowded university halls that had piqued my interest. But the more I watched her, the more I became ensnared in her world. Her vulnerability, her strength, her moments of solitude—they all called t
PROLOGUEI’m his slave. A toy to use. A toy to fuck. A whore for him. A whore for his pleasure. He’s my master, my king. And I… I am nothing.It started when I was fifteen. I was just a kid. An orphan. Alone in the world. He found me. He saved me. Or so he said. He gave me a home, food to eat, clothes to wear. In return, I belonged to him. Forever.His name is Kayden. But that's not what I call him. I'm not allowed. For me he is Master. A god to wroship. He’s tall and muscular. His skin is pale and smooth. His eyes are a piercing blue. Sometimes, when he looks at me, I feel like I’m nothing but air. Like I could disappear and he wouldn’t even notice.But then there are other times. When he touches me. When he fucks me. Those are the moments when I feel most alive. Most wanted. Most needed.Master has many rules for me. Rules I must obey. Rules that govern every aspect of my life. One
MATURE CONTENT AHEAD#RULE 1: I WILL SERVE, OBEY, AND PLEASE MY MASTER.I lie naked on a cold, hard surface, my wrists and ankles bound tightly to four wooden posts. The air is thick with anticipation and the faint scent of leather. My heart races as I hear footsteps approaching. The man who owns me, my master, strides into view. His tall, muscular frame is adorned with a black leather harness, accentuating every curve and ridge of his sculpted body. A leash dangles from one hand, its collar sparkling with silver.He kneels down beside me, his dark eyes boring into mine, and speaks in a low, commanding voice. “Bella, look at me.” I comply, my gaze flicking up to meet his. “Do you remember what rule number one is?”I swallow hard, my mouth dry. “Yes, Master.”He smiles, a predatory expression that sends a shiver down my spine. “And do you understand it?”I nod, feeling my cheeks flush with shame and arousal. “Yes, Master. I will serve, obey, and please you.”He reaches up, cupping my c
MATURE CONTENT AHEAD#RULE 2: I WILL THANK MY MASTER FOR THE DISCIPLINE AND PUNISHMENTS I RECEIVED, SPECIFYING WHAT I RECEIVED AND EXPRESSING THE REASON AS TO WHY I WAS GIVEN THEM.I wake up in the middle of the night, a cool breeze rustling through the sheer curtains of my bedroom. The moon casts a pale, silver light across my quilt, which is folded neatly at the foot of the bed. The air is heavy with anticipation, like I’m on the cusp of something momentous. It’s not until I hear a soft knock on my door that I realize what’s going on.My heart skips a beat as I pad across the room, careful not to make a sound. I pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, then carefully turn the knob and pull the door open. There stands my Master, dressed head to toe in leather, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.“Little one,” he says softly, his voice sending shivers down my spine, “are yo
EPILOGUEClaire stood by the large window of her apartment, gazing out at the cityscape that had become a backdrop to her extraordinary journey. The soft glow of the morning sun bathed her in a warm light, casting a golden hue over everything it touched. She sipped her coffee, a serene smile playing on her lips as she reflected on how much had changed.Her mind wandered to Aiden, whose presence in her life had transformed her in ways she never thought possible. Their relationship had grown from a complex blend of professional boundaries and personal discovery into something deeply fulfilling and profoundly loving.The sound of the front door opening brought her out of her reverie. Aiden walked in, carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers and wearing that charming smile that always made her heart skip a beat.“Good morning, b
The dimly lit room was illuminated only by the flickering candles on the nightstand. The air was thick with anticipation as Claire followed Aiden’s lead, her heart racing in her chest. She felt a thrill of excitement course through her veins as they stepped into the darkened space, the coolness of the floor contrasting sharply with the warmth emanating from Aiden’s body. He guided her to a large wooden table, its surface littered with various tools and implements. As she took in the scene before her, she couldn’t help but wonder what he had planned for their intimate moment together.Aiden turned to face her, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. “Are you ready, my love?” he whispered, his voice deep and husky. Claire swallowed hard, her pulse racing as she nodded, her heart thudding against her chest. “Good,” he murmured, reaching out to cup her face in his hands. “Because I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”He led her over to the table, and as they approached, Claire noticed a
Claire and Aiden sat together in the softly lit living room of Aiden’s apartment, the city lights casting a gentle glow through the windows. It was a tranquil evening, a stark contrast to the tumultuous journey they had been on together.Claire, her thoughts heavy with contemplation, broke the silence. “It’s been a journey, hasn’t it?” Her voice was soft, carrying the weight of their shared experiences.Aiden nodded slowly, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of gratitude and introspection. “More than I ever imagined,” he admitted, his voice tinged with sincerity. “When we first started this… I never expected it to lead us here.”They had navigated through storms of passion and doubt, confronting their own vulnerabilities and desires along the way. Now, in the calm after the storm, they found themselves reflecting on the challenges they had faced.“I never thought I’d find myself in this situation,” Claire confessed, her gaze drifting to the window where the cityscape shimmered in th
Aiden’s voice was heavy with emotion as he began to recount the events. “It was the night after the concert. I met a woman backstage… She was… we were both caught up in the moment. Things got out of control.”Claire listened intently, her emotions roiling beneath the surface. She could sense the anguish in Aiden’s voice, the deep regret and pain. “What happened, Aiden? Why does she look like that in the last photograph?”Aiden’s eyes were haunted, darkened by the memories he was dredging up. “I don’t remember everything clearly. We were drinking, and the intensity of the moment… it turned dark. I didn’t realize how far I’d gone until it was too late.”Claire felt a pang of fear and pity for the man in front of her. The Aiden she knew, the one who had been guiding her into her own desires, seemed so different from the man in the photographs. “She’s dead, Aiden. Do you understand that?”Aiden’s voice broke as he responded. “I know. After it happened, I was a mess. I didn’t know what to
Claire was in the middle of writing up notes from her last session, her pen gliding over the paper with the efficiency of years of practice. The sound of her door opening interrupted her focus, and she looked up to see Julia, her ever-reliable receptionist, standing in the doorway with a small, unmarked parcel in her hands.“Dr. Holloway, this just arrived for you,” Julia said, stepping forward and placing the parcel on Claire’s desk with a faint clink.Claire glanced up, her brow furrowing with mild curiosity. “Thank you, Julia,” she replied, her eyes shifting to the package. There was something unsettling about it, a sense of foreboding that she couldn’t quite place.Julia hesitated for a moment, her intuition clearly picking up on the same unsettling vibe. “Is everything alright, Dr. Holloway?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.Claire gave her a reassuring smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yes, everything’s fine. I’ll take a look at it. Thank you, Julia.”Julia
As weeks turned into a blur of intense sessions and shared moments, Claire found herself increasingly drawn into the enigmatic world that Aiden seemed to effortlessly navigate. Their encounters were not merely therapeutic; they had evolved into a delicate dance of trust, exploration, and a burgeoning intimacy that Claire struggled to define.One evening, after a particularly profound session where emotions ran high and boundaries blurred, Aiden surprised Claire with a gift. It was elegantly wrapped in silk, the weight of anticipation palpable as she unwrapped it. Inside was a delicate collar, adorned with a small pendant—a symbolic gesture that spoke volumes about their evolving dynamic.Claire held the collar delicately in her hands, her breath catching in her throat as she realized its significance. It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it symbolized her willingness to embrace her submissive nature, to surrender to the depths of desire that Aiden had awakened within her. A shive
The following sessions with Aiden delved deeper into uncharted territories for Claire. What started as a therapeutic exploration of Aiden’s desires and motivations had gradually shifted into a more intimate and personal journey for both of them. They found themselves navigating through the complexities of trust, vulnerability, and the intoxicating allure of their shared experiences.In one of their sessions, Claire sat across from Aiden in her office, her gaze flickering between notes on her desk and Aiden’s focused expression. The air between them was charged with an unspoken tension, a palpable energy that had grown since that transformative evening at his penthouse.“Aiden, I’ve been thinking a lot about our last session,” Claire began, her voice soft but resolute. “I appreciate how much you’ve shared with me and how far we’ve come. But I also find myself grappling with the ethical implications of our relationship.”Aiden’s brow furrowed slightly, a mix of understanding and concern
Claire arrived at Aiden’s penthouse, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. The luxurious building loomed before her, its sleek exterior a stark contrast to the bustling city streets below. With a sense of determination, she made her way to the entrance, her anticipation mounting with each step.As she reached the door, Claire’s pulse quickened, her hand trembling slightly as she raised it to knock. Before she could make contact, however, she noticed that the door was slightly ajar, as if inviting her inside. A small note was attached to the door, the bold handwriting unmistakably Aiden’s.“Come in. Close the door behind you and wait on your knees by the entrance. - Aiden”Claire’s breath caught in her throat as she read the words, her heart pounding with excitement. With a trembling hand, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, the soft click of the latch echoing through the empty foyer. The room was bathed in a warm, inviting glow, the flickering light of can
Claire stood in front of her bedroom mirror, her reflection bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She took a deep breath, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves as she prepared to embark on a journey into the unknown.Her gaze fell on the outfit she had carefully selected for the day—a sleek and sophisticated ensemble that hugged her curves in all the right places. The tailored navy dress exuded confidence and professionalism, while the subtle hints of lace added a touch of femininity and allure.As she slipped into the dress, she couldn’t help but remember the events of the previous night—the way Aiden had touched her, his fingers igniting a fire within her that she had never known existed. The memory sent a shiver down her spine, a tantalizing reminder of the passion and intensity that awaited her.With trembling hands, Claire fastened the buttons of her dress, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. She smoothed down the fabric,