All Chapters of LUSTFUL DESIRES { An er*tica collection}: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Should I answer it, baby?”My eyes widened. “Damon— no— don’t—”But he was already reaching for the phone, still buried balls-deep inside me. He answered the call and put it on speaker, placing the phone right next to my head.“Hello?” Damon said casually, as if he wasn’t currently fucking me senseless.“Mr. Vale? This is Mr. Reynolds from the building management,” the landlord’s voice came through. “I’m calling about Lara Bennett’s eviction. She hasn’t responded to any of our notices.”Damon looked down at me with a wicked grin and slowly rolled his hips, pushing his cock even deeper.I had to bite my lip hard to stop from moaning out loud.“She’s right here with me,” Damon replied smoothly, thrusting slowly and deliberately. “We’re discussing her situation.I covered my mouth with both hands, eyes rolling back as he fucked me while talking to my landlord.“Oh, good,” Mr. Reynolds said. “Look, she’s got until tomorrow to pay or vacate. If she can’t, we’ll have to change the locks.”

I lay there on the couch, naked, cum still leaking from my sore pussy, my body completely wrecked from the endless night of fucking. Damon had just gone to the kitchen to get water, and for the first time since signing that contract, I had a moment alone with my thoughts.Something didn’t feel right.I reached for my phone with shaky hands and opened the contract PDF again. This time, I read every single line carefully — not just the salary and benefits, but the fine print, the addendums, the clauses I had skimmed in my desperation.My blood turned to ice."Christ! there was no real job."The entire “Executive Assistant” position was fake. The company email address, the interview schedule, the fake HR documents — all of it had been created by Damon. The only real, binding document was the personal services agreement. The one where I had agreed to be his personal companion, to call him Daddy, to give him complete access to my body whenever he wanted."shit, I had signed away my freedo

..“You’re late,” he said quietly.“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said quickly, forcing a sweet smile. “Traffic was terrible and...”He stood up slowly. Before I could react, he crossed the room in two strides and slapped me hard across the face.The force sent me stumbling backward into the wall. My cheek burned, and I tasted blood in my mouth.“You think you can disobey me?” he snarled, grabbing my throat and slamming me against the wall. “After everything I’ve done for you? After I saved your pathetic life?”“Damon— stop— I’m sorry!” I gasped, tears filling my eyes.He slapped me again, harder this time, on the other cheek. My head snapped to the side.“You’re mine, Lara,” he growled, choking me tighter. “You signed the fucking contract. You belong to me. And you think you can come home whenever you want?”He dragged me by the hair to the couch and threw me down face-first. I tried to get up, but he pressed his knee into my back, pinning me.“Please— I won’t do it again— I swear!”He yan

...The click of the collar locking around my throat sent a shiver through my entire body.Master Kane’s fingers lingered for a moment, tracing the leather against my skin as if sealing his claim. His gray eyes burned into mine with quiet intensity.“On your feet,” he commanded softly.I rose on shaky legs. He stood up from the throne-like chair, towering over me, and took the silver ring on my collar between his fingers. With a gentle but firm tug, he led me through the club like a pet on display.Every step made me hyper-aware of how wet I was, how exposed I felt in the short black dress. People watched us pass. Some smiled knowingly. He stopped in a semi-private alcove with a large padded bench, soft red lighting, and various implements neatly arranged on a nearby table.“Strip,” he ordered.My hands trembled as I reached for the zipper of my dress. I let it fall to the floor, standing before him in just my black lace bra and thong.Master Kane’s gaze raked over me slowly, appr

..I remained locked in the strict hogtie — wrists bound behind my back and connected to my ankles, the spreader bar forcing my legs wide apart, blindfold cutting off my sight, and the ball gag muffling every sound. My body was arched, completely exposed and helpless on the padded bench.Master Kane’s hands roamed over me possessively as he prepared more equipmentI felt something cool and slick press against my back entrance. A thick, smooth anal plug. He worked it in slowly, twisting and pushing until it popped into place, stretching me open with a deep, full pressure that made me moan loudly into the gag.“Mmmphhh!”“Perfect,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. “Filled in both holes now.”He turned on the powerful wand vibrator and pressed the buzzing head firmly against my swollen clit. The intense vibrations hit me instantly, making my whole body jerk against the tight restraints.At the same time, he picked up the riding crop again.The leather tip landed across my as