All Chapters of 100 WAYS TO SIN: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SOPHIA'S POV.I pressed the pen to the paper and signed my name on every line he pointed to. My hand shook the whole time but I kept going until the last page was done. Damien watched me without saying a word. When I finally set the pen down he took the folder back and slid it into a drawer like it was nothing.My stomach felt like it had dropped straight through the floor. I had just sold myself to him. Every part of me. My body was no longer just mine. It belonged to this man who had barely touched me and already made me wetter than I had been in years.“You made the right choice Sophia,” he said. His voice stayed calm but there was a dark satisfaction in it. “Your mother’s bills will be paid by the end of the day. Pack whatever you need tonight. A car will pick you up tomorrow morning at eight. From then on you live in my penthouse and you follow my rules. Do not be late.”I nodded because my throat felt too tight to speak. He dismissed me with a small wave of his hand and I walked

SOPHIA'S POV.I stood there holding the small black box in my shaking hands staring at the sleek silver plug inside it. The jeweled base caught the light from the huge windows and the remote next to it made everything feel even more real. My face burned hot. I had never used anything like this before. The idea of putting it inside myself right here in front of him made my stomach twist with a heavy mix of shame and this deep filthy need that kept growing stronger since I signed the contract. Damien watched me without rushing. His eyes stayed locked on my face like he was reading every single reaction I could not hide.“Bend over the couch Sophia,” he said again. His voice stayed low and steady but there was no room for arguing in it. “Lift the dress up over your hips. I want to see how well you followed my shopping instructions.”I set the box down on the table with trembling fingers. My legs felt heavy as I walked the few steps to the large couch. The penthouse was so quiet except fo

SOPHIA'S POV.I tried to speak around the thick weight of Damien’s cock filling my mouth but the words came out garbled and wet.The vibrations from the plug in my ass kept pulsing through me in steady waves that made my inner muscles flutter and my clit throb so hard it hurt. My knees ached against the hard floor and drool mixed with his precum ran down my chin onto my heavy tits but I did not pull away.I kept my eyes locked on his like he demanded and pushed the desperate sounds out as best I could. “Please… I am your curvy contract cumslut… I will do anything you want… use every hole… please let me cum for you.”Damien watched me struggle with a dark satisfied look in his eyes. He kept one hand firm on the back of my head holding me in place while his thumb played with the remote making the vibrations jump from low to high without warning. Each change sent fresh shocks through my body that made my hips twitch helplessly and more slickness leak down my thighs onto the floor.The sh

SOPHIA'S POV.A few days had passed since that first intense afternoon in the penthouse and my body still carried the marks of everything Damien had done to me. Small bruises on my hips from his grip, a lingering soreness between my legs and in my ass that flared up whenever I moved the wrong way, and this constant low hum of awareness under my skin like my body had been rewired to react to his presence even when he was across the room.I sat at the small desk he had set up for me in the corner of his main office at Voss Tower trying to focus on organizing his schedule for the next week.The sheer black blouse he made me wear today clung to my breasts and the matching skirt was short enough that I had to keep my thighs pressed together so no one would notice I was not wearing panties underneath. The plug was back in place again this morning, smaller than the first one but still enough to remind me with every shift in my chair exactly who controlled my body now.Damien sat at his large

SOPHIA'S POV.I stepped into the penthouse and the heavy door clicked shut behind me. My legs were still shaky from the long day at the office, from kneeling under Damien’s desk with his cock in my mouth during two separate meetings while the board members sat just feet away.The plug had been removed before I left the tower, but my pussy and ass still felt tender and used. I could feel the lingering wetness between my thighs as I walked toward the bedroom. The sheer black blouse stuck to my skin and my short skirt rode up with every step, reminding me constantly of how exposed I had been all day.Damien was waiting in the living room, standing by the tall windows overlooking the city. He turned when he heard me and his eyes moved slowly over my body, taking in every detail of my disheveled state.“Go change,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Red lingerie set on the bed. Red dress over it. Nothing else. Then come back here on your hands and knees.”I nodded without a word and went