Tales of Desire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

The red spotlight burned hot on my bare skin as I stood in the center of the stage. My wrists were cuffed behind my back with soft leather restraints, forcing my chest forward and my breasts to lift under the glare. Every inch of me was oiled until I gleamed like a prize. My legs trembled slightly in the six-inch heels they had locked around my ankles. The only thing I wore besides the restraints was the thin black leather collar around my throat, its discreet silver ring hiding the tiny recorder sewn into the lining.This was for the story. I repeated it like a prayer in my head. Eden Vale, investigative journalist, was not really here. Eve, the willing submissive, was the one naked in front of a room full of masked billionaires. I had spent six months preparing for this night, forging credentials, training my body to endure what might come, all to expose the Brotherhood. Six men who controlled half the city’s underworld while smiling on magazine covers. Rumors of trafficking, money

Three days had passed since initiation night, and I was still sore in places I didn’t know could ache. My body carried their marks like a secret map: faint belt stripes across my ass, finger-shaped bruises on my hips, a permanent flush on my breasts from constant attention. The aphrodisiac Lucian injected had worn off, but the need it awakened hadn’t. I woke up wet every morning, dreaming of hands and cocks and filthy praise.I clung to the mission like a lifeline.I was Eden Vale, journalist. Not their pet. Not yet.The compound was a fortress of glass and steel high above the city, sprawling over three floors with offices, bedrooms, gyms, and that terrifying playroom. They gave me the run of it during the day as long as I stayed naked except for the collar and a thin gold chain around my waist that marked me as theirs. No doors were locked to me. That was the mistake I planned to exploit.Breakfast was always the same: all seven of us at the long dining table. Me on a cushion at Dam

The final night arrived like a verdict I wasn’t ready to hear.They called it my graduation ceremony. The private theater in the compound’s lowest level was lit only by candles in wall sconces, casting long shadows over velvet seats and the wide, raised platform at the front. I walked in on my own feet this time, no leash, wearing nothing but the permanent collar and the fresh brand on my inner thigh that still throbbed when I moved.All six of them waited on the platform, dressed in black, faces serious for once. No smirks. No teasing. Just quiet intensity that made my stomach knot.Damien stood in the center. He held out his hand. I took it and let him lead me to the middle of the soft rug that covered the stage. A single spotlight clicked on above us, warm and golden.“One last night,” he said, voice carrying easily in the hush. “No games. No punishments. Just us showing you what forever would feel like.”They undressed me with their eyes first, then with slow hands. No ropes tonig

His fingers reached the apex of my thighs and brushed over the soaked fabric of my sleep shorts. I gasped, hips jerking involuntarily toward him like a slut in heat."Fuck, Eva," he whispered, voice thick and gravelly, eyes glued to where his hand teased me. "You're drenched. Absolutely fucking soaked through. This all for me? This pretty little pussy leaking just from thinking about your big brother's cock?"I couldn't answer with words. My brain was melting. But I nodded frantically, biting my lip hard enough to taste blood, my cheeks flaming with shame and need. The word "brother" coming out of his mouth like that twisted something filthy inside me, making my core clench even tighter.He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and yanked them down roughly, the fabric scraping my skin before he tossed them aside like trash. Cool air hit my bare, dripping folds, and I shivered, fully exposed now. Legs splayed wide, pussy glistening in the moonlight for my own step-brother

I stayed buried inside her, cock still half-hard and twitching with aftershocks, feeling her pussy flutter around me every few seconds like it didn’t want to let go. My cum was already leaking out, running in thick trails down her thighs and dripping onto the kitchen floor. The sight of it, of her bent over the island with my handprint blooming red on her ass, made me throb all over again.Fuck, she was perfect.I pulled out slowly, groaning at the wet sound it made, and watched more of my load spill from her swollen pink folds. She whimpered at the emptiness, pushing back like she was chasing me.“Easy, baby,” I murmured, running my palms over her ass and thighs, soothing the sting from my grip. “We’ve got hours. I’m nowhere near done with you.”She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from biting them. Those big eyes were glassy with lust and something deeper, something that made my chest tighten.“Alex…” she breathed, voice shaky. “That was…