All Chapters of ART OF SEDUCTION: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“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

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

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

#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

#RULE 5: I WILL USE MY MOUTH ONLY FOR PLEASING MY MASTER. I WILL NOT USE MY MOUTH FOR ANYTHING UNRELATED TO PLEASE MY MASTER.In the dimly lit room of the large mansion, the air was thick with anticipation and desire. The walls were adorned with leather straps, whips, and other tools of pleasure and pain. A heavy oak table dominated the center of the room, its smooth surface cold and unforgiving. Against one wall stood a tall, imposing St. Andrew’s cross, its arms extended invitingly. In the center of the room, I kneeled on the floor, head bowed respectfully. I had wore only a collar around my neck, a leather choker, and a tight pair of latex shorts.My Master stood before me, towering over me. His presence was commanding, his voice deep and authoritative. He was dressed in an elegant tailored suit, his chest bare save for a leather harness that held a whip and a small vial of lubricant. His eyes scanned over me slowly, taking in my submission, my willingness to please.“Are you ready