All Chapters of Broken Moans: A Compilation: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"When I tell you to shut the fuck up, you shut the fuck up or I'll put your mouth to better use, you hear me?" He asked, adding pressure to my neck and something about his eerily calm tone compelled me to nod. "Use your fucking words, you're not mute." He pressed harder, cutting off my breathing."I— I'll shut up."He released me and my hand immediately went to my neck, trying to massage it. He took his place back on the bed. "Now, come here and bend over my knee."He didn't have to tell me twice, because while his tone scared me, it excited me too. I'd never been spanked, but just like every other female, I'd thought about it. Immediately I did as he said, he pushed my dress above my ass and ripped my panties in one fast movement. I gasped, but a spank to the ass stopped me. The pain shot through my body, turning into pleasure as I let out a faint moan, pushing my ass up.He carresed it gently, as opposed to how he'd been before. "You're going to count with me, and when I'm done, you

The rehearsal was supposed to be simple. Walk in, smile, stand still, and walk out.But that was before I knew the best man would be my ex from ten years ago who clearly still held grudges against me.I’d spent the last hour avoiding Alex. I didn’t even dare to make a toast to the groom because he was always with Alex. The fact that my ex and Sarah’s fiancé were partners and possibly best friends was crazy. It was the least expected revelation of the night. Every time I risked a glance, I always found him watching me with an unreadable gaze.When the moment finally arrived for the maid of honor and the best man to lead the recessional, my hand started sweating.Sarah beamed, oblivious to our history. “Ella, Alex, whenever you’re ready.”Never.But I slipped my arm through his elbow when he offered anyway.The second my fingers brushed his suit, I felt a spark of electricity go through my arm. His bicep flexed under my palm. I felt him tense. I felt the subtle hitch in his breath. It

I opened my mouth to respond, but I didn’t have any retort left in me, not when I lay naked beneath him, waiting for him to do something about it.He reached toward the nightstand and brought out a pack of condoms. I blinked in surprise. I didn’t even know there were condoms there.He didn’t make me wait after that. He tore the pack open, brought out one and opened it with an efficiency that had me in between jealousy and anticipation.I watched him as he rolled it on, my thighs still trembling from how good his mouth had been down there. When he settled back between my thighs, the head of his cock pressed up against my entrance. “Still sure you want this?” he asked, voice rough. One last out. One last chance to pretend we weren’t about to cross a line we’d never uncross.I hooked my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back. “Stop talking and fuck me, Alex.”That was all he needed.He thrust in, slow at first, letting me feel every inch, until he bottomed out with a groa

I’d spent the day replaying every second of what happened in his office last night. The pure command in his voice. The way he held me like I was already his. The way he tasted.I still felt a light ache in my mouth but I was also looking forward to meeting him tonight. I’d chosen black this time. A lace bodysuit that was transparent enough to show the dark shadow of my nipples and had a cut at the curve of my hips. I’d worn matching thigh-high stockings clipped to garters, and heels as high as I could manage. I’d thrown a long black coat over it. As usual, his office door was closed when I got there. I took in a deep breath and knocked.“Come in.” His voice was as deep and inviting as ever, as if he already knew that I was the one standing behind the door.Inside, the room was dimmer than last night. He’d turned off the overhead light and left only the desk lamp. There was a new addition to the room though. A wide leather chair in the middle of the open floor. He was already seated,

Abby~•~“Abby?” His voice came out in disbelief, the familiar Italian accent wrapping around my name like it always had, but this time it sent a completely different kind of shiver down my spine.I was frozen. Alexander Rossi. My best friend’s dad. The man who used to ruffle my hair and tell me to drive safely. Now he was towering over me in a black mask, broad shoulders filling out his shirt, looking every inch the kind of man who belonged in a place like this.“I… yeah,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. Heat flooded my cheeks beneath the lace mask. “What are you doing here?”The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but there was no humor in it. “I could ask you the same thing.” His dark eyes swept over me again, slower this time and more intensely, taking in the short dress, the way the fabric clung to my curves. He exhaled sharply. “Come on. I’m taking you home. This isn’t a place for you.The protective tone was so familiar that it almost made me laugh. Instead, it s