The Bondage Session That Awoke My Ghosts
The ropes marked my skin red. Guilt marked my soul black. And that man kept looking for the crack where he could break me open completely.
The ropes marked my skin red. Guilt marked my soul black. And that man kept looking for the crack where he could break me open completely.
I had to sleep on the floor of my own room. My sister and her husband were in the bed. We’d been waiting for the moment for months. That night was the moment.
Camila was already on the bed when I walked in. She looked at me with that smile of someone who knows something you still don’t, and then the Master closed the door behind us.
When Dimitri called me over to watch my mother service him on her knees, something in me broke forever. Or maybe it was born.
I came home without showering, wearing yesterday’s clothes and another man’s smell on my skin. Marcos knew it before I said a word.
Nadia had two perfect slaves, half a million dollars agreed upon, and a victorious smile. She never imagined Viktor would bring the collar for her.
The first night they heard Marcos and Lucía on the other side of the wall, Sofía knew the journey would not end as it had begun.