Semua Bab Tales of Desire: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Guilt began to weigh heavier by day three, settling like a stone in my chest that grew heavier with every stolen glance and whispered promise. Yet it did nothing to dull the constant, throbbing ache for Ethan. My body betrayed me at every turn — nipples tightening at the mere sound of his voice, a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs whenever his eyes lingered on me too long. Sophie noticed I seemed distracted during our morning swim, tilting her head with concern as we floated in the cool lake water. “You okay, Alexa? You’ve been spacing out a lot. Exam stress hitting hard?” she asked, splashing water playfully in my direction. I forced a smile, praying the water hid the flush creeping up my neck. “Yeah, just tired. The quiet out here is messing with my head a bit.” Ethan, treading water a few feet away, shot me a knowing look that sent heat straight to my core. We stole moments whenever we could — quick, heated kisse

(Alex POV)I slipped into Elena's private club through the side service door at exactly eight using the copied key card I had obtained weeks earlier. My mission was to reach the server room grab the encrypted client list drive and get out before anyone noticed.I reached the panel, pulled the sleek black override drive from my jacket, and slotted it in. A soft green light blinked. The download began.Progress bar: 3%… 7%… Too slow. Way too slow.I wiped sweat from my brow and glanced at my watch. Eight minutes. I had eight minutes max before the night staff made their rounds. My employer had promised this would be simple corporate espionage. In and out. No one gets hurt. Just data.Footsteps.Sharp, deliberate clicks of stiletto heels on the hardwood floor behind me.I spun around, hand already reaching for the small stun device in my pocket, but it was too late.Elena Durcam stood less than ten feet away, arms crossed beneath her full breasts, her presence filling the narrow corrid

(Alex POV)The blindfold made every sensation sharper, crueler, more unbearable. Darkness swallowed me completely, turning the playroom into a prison of sound and touch and aching need. I felt Elena Durcam move away — the soft creak of her leather corset, the deliberate click of her heels on the floor — then return. Cool lube dripped down the crack of my ass again, making me shiver. She pressed the thick plug deeper, twisting it slowly, deliberately, until the flared base locked tight against me. The vibrations started low and steady, a deep, relentless hum that pressed right against my prostate.The sudden fullness made my cock throb painfully, already leaking from the earlier teasing. I couldn’t move. The ropes bit into my wrists and elbows, the spreader bar kept my legs wide and helpless, and the position left me bent forward like an offering.She stepped back. I heard her heels click once, twice.“That stays in,” she said, voice calm and commanding, “and the intensity increases wh

(Alex POV)She stroked my cock twice more after the last confession — slow, deliberate drags of her warm palm from base to tip, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur. Then she stopped completely, leaving me shaking uncontrollably. Every nerve in my body screamed for release. My hips twitched uselessly against nothing, cock throbbing so hard it hurt, the head slick and swollen and leaking steadily onto my stomach. I was beyond words, beyond pride — just a desperate, trembling mess bound and edged to the brink of insanity.Elena Durcam stood before me completely naked now, her body a vision of absolute power and beauty. The leather corset and panties were gone, discarded on the floor like the last remnants of my old life. Her full breasts rose and fell with calm breaths, nipples tight, skin flushed from her earlier orgasms. She looked at me with those icy blue eyes that had already claimed everything I was.She bent down and unlocked the heavy spreader bar with two soft clicks, f

(Elias POV)Mia had always been the bright spot in this dying vineyard. Even back when the rows were still neatly trimmed and the tasting room smelled of fresh oak and fermenting grapes, she had this way of lighting up the place. I remembered her as a kid — barefoot, sun-streaked hair flying behind her as she raced through the vines, laughter echoing off the hills. When her mother — my aunt by marriage — got sick, everything changed. I watched Mia quietly shoulder the weight of it all: the hospital runs, the bills, the endless family arguments over money that grew uglier with every passing month. While the rest of them bickered and pointed fingers, she kept showing up, day after day, trying to hold the pieces together. I stayed because someone had to. Someone had to keep the lights on, patch the leaking roof, and stop the weeds from swallowing the land whole. I told myself it was duty. Deep down, I knew it was more.Now she was back after all these years, stronger in some ways, quiete