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ART OF SEDUCTION SHADOWED FATE
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
ART OF SEDUCTION SHADOWED FATE
“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
ART OF SEDUCTION SHADOWED FATE
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
ART OF SEDUCTION SHADOWED FATE
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
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
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
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
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
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
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
ART OF SEDUCTION THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
#RULE 3: I WILL NEVER TOUCH MY BREASTS, NIPPLES, PUSSY, OR CLIT WITH MY HANDS OR SEX TOYS IN ANY MANNER WHERE I COULD EXPERIENCE SEXUAL OR SENSUAL PLEASURE WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM MY MASTER.The cold, hard metal of the table presses into my skin, just as it has done a thousand times before. I’m lying face down on the cool surface, my wrists bound tightly above my head, feeling the familiar weight of my Master’s gaze on me. He stands a few feet away, his arms crossed over his broad chest, a predatory smile curling his lips.My body tingles with anticipation, my heart races in my chest. I can’t help but wonder what he has in store for me tonight. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with a mixture of fear and excitement that seems to hang in the air like a tangible thing. I know this place like the back of my hand, every inch of it designed for our unique brand of pleasure and pain.“Are you ready for some edge play, my pet?” he asks, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.I swallow hard, f
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