The Day I Crossed the Line Pt. 04

Continued from Chapter 3...

After that wild, reckless night with Harris and Daniel, life settled into a steady rhythm.

And my cam shows? Now done in the privacy of my new house. The money flowed and the viewers were loyal, and I finally felt like I had control.

But let's be real, nothing stays smooth forever. Trouble was coming. And this time, I wasn't going to run from it.

Yeah, if you're wondering who, the answer is simple, Ethan.

Two weeks. That's how long I had before he returned.

He was My only mistake. The man who once held me in a chokehold of control, his words sharper than any blade and I hated that.

I hated that even now; my body betrayed me reacting to the mere thought of him. I hated that after everything, a part of me still craved the fire in his eyes, the way he owned me like a possession.

But this time, it would be different and this time, I had power. Money. Options.

This time, I would be the one calling the shots.

He didn't know it yet, but Ethan was about to lose the one thing he thought he controlled.

Me.

Meanwhile at Ethan's place...

Ice clinked against glass as Ethan swirled his drink lazily, his mind only half-listening to his boss's chatter.

Across from him, Lana was a vision of temptation.

The executive pool terrace was high above the city skyline, private and exclusive.

But Ethan wasn't admiring the view. Lana was the only thing that mattered and her smooth, sun-kissed skin practically glowing, barely covered by that black bikini. The cool breeze teased at her nipples, making them stand against the thin fabric, and she didn't bother to hide it.

She wanted to be seen and they were both watching.

His boss took a slow sip of his drink, eyes still locked on Lana as she shifted, crossing one perfect leg over the other. Then, with a smirk, he turned to Ethan.

"So... what do you think of your decision?"

Ethan leaned back, stretching his legs out. He didn't even have to think about it.

"I have no problem with divorce. Helen's nothing. Good for nothing. I can fool her easily."

His boss laughed loud, sharp, cruel. "Hah! Really? Then I wanna meet her once, let's see how I can fool her."

Ethan smirked, raising his glass. "You'd be surprised how easy it is."

They both chuckled like men who had already won. His boss tossed back the rest of his whiskey and stood up.

"Well, I'll leave you to it and her."

His gaze flicked to Lana, a knowing grin tugging at the corner of his lips before he walked off.

Ethan barely had a second to process it before Lana moved.

She slid onto his lap in one smooth motion, her bare skin pressing against his, the scent of her perfume wrapping around him like silk.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, slow, deliberate, nails scraping just enough to make his breath hitch.

"So," she whispered against his ear, "what did you think about us?"

Ethan smirked, gripping her waist. "I will, baby. I will"

The second the words left his mouth, Lana's expression changed.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze, her lips curving into a sharp, mocking smile.

"Don't 'will' me, Ethan."

The warning in her voice made something cold crawl down his spine.

"What?" he asked, his smirk faltering.

She leaned in, brushing her lips along his jaw, teasing, before whispering, "You know exactly what I mean. You don't get to hesitate."

Her nails pressed into his skin, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind him who was in control here.

"You either divorce Helen the second we land," she murmured, "or you lose your promotion and me."

Ethan went still.

"Lana... "

She pulled back, arching a perfect brow. "What's wrong? You said she's nothing, right?"

Ethan swallowed, forcing his voice to stay even. "I'll do it. Just... come with me. Straight from the business trip to my house."

Lana's smile returned, slow and wicked.

She leaned in, pressing her lips to his ear once more.

"Good boy."

Then she kissed him deep, slow, tasting like whiskey and control.

And Ethan let her.

Back to Helen...

I leaned back in the plush chair, crossing my legs slowly and deliberately.

The man sitting across from me wasn't just any lawyer. He was Silas Hawthorne, the kind of man people whispered about in dark corners.

He is not just a divorce lawyer or privacy expert. He is a fucking fixer. The type who didn't ask why, just how fast you wanted it done.

Silas steepled his fingers, his sharp blue eyes locked onto mine.

He didn't look surprised to see me here, not like the last three lawyers who practically tripped over their own tongues when they realized who I was now.

No, this man was calm. Too calm.

"You don't just want a divorce," he said smoothly, his voice like silk over steel. "You want full extraction. Total blackout."

I smirked. "I want him wiped. No access to me. No leaks. No claim to my money, my business, my personal affairs. I want my new life locked down tighter than a goddamn vault."

Silas nodded, tapping a slow rhythm against his desk. "And Ethan? Does he know what's coming?"

I let the silence stretch, savouring the moment. Then, with the slowest, most satisfied smirk, I said

"Not yet."

Silas exhaled a sharp laugh, shaking his head. "Well, madam... he's in for one hell of a surprise."

I leaned forward, just enough to let my fingers trail against the polished wood of his desk. "Make it happen. I don't care what it costs. Just have it done before he gets back."

Silas studied me for a long moment, then set his pen down with a click.

"Done." Just like that.

Power was delicious.

I stood, smoothing my dress, feeling the way the silky fabric clung to my curves. As I reached for my purse, Silas spoke again, his voice laced with something almost amused.

"Helen." I glanced at him. "When you walk out of here, you're officially the one in control."

I paused because it was true.

Ethan had spent years making me feel trapped, like I was his property.

But now? I was untouchable. I turned on my heel and walked out of that office, knowing exactly what I had just done.

And when Ethan came back? He would find out the hard way.

Later That Night at Ethan's House...

I exhaled slowly, brushing a strand of hair from my face as I placed an extra plate on the dining table. Why? I had no idea. Habit, maybe or a ghost of an old routine I hadn't shaken yet.

Then the doorbell rang. I glanced at the clock which was 8 PM sharp. My brows furrowed. I wasn't expecting anyone.

Wiping my hands on a towel, I walked to the door, pausing just long enough to check the peephole.

And there he was.

The supermarket guy.

Tall, clean-cut, dressed in a dark button-up like he could just as easily be a businessman as a guy stocking shelves. But I knew better. This wasn't some random drop-in.

That Underground shit.

That's what he'd called it when he gave me that black card last time.

I wasn't afraid. I had alibis. Connections. Money. No one could touch me now, not even Ethan.

So, I pulled open the door.

His expression was unreadable. No lusty grin, no sleazy look, just... business. Like this was a meeting, and I was the VIP he was here to see.

"Hi, Helen," he said smoothly, his voice low, deliberate. "May we talk? I'll only take ten, maybe fifteen minutes of your time."

I leaned against the doorframe, studying him. He met my gaze without hesitation and curious, unreadable.

For a second, I thought about shutting the door in his face. But something in the air, something electric, held me still.

I tilted my head, lips curving slightly. "Alright. Hop in. But no more than fifteen minutes."

A smirk ghosted over his lips as he stepped inside. "Fair enough."

I closed the door, locking it with a soft click.

We sat on opposite ends of the sofa, facing slightly away from each other. It wasn't casual, it was calculated.

He wasn't just here to talk. He was here to test me and I wasn't about to let him win.

His voice low and controlled but now there was a twisted kind of hunger laced in his tone.

"So, Miss Goddess... or should I say, Miss Helen?"

I glanced at him, unimpressed. "That depends. Are we talking business or bullshit?"

His lips curled into something almost amused. "Straight to the point. Good. Then let's talk about the underground."

I leaned back, feigning boredom. "What's in it for me?"

He chuckled - a slow, indulgent sound.

"Everything you need to know is on that card, Helen. No gimmicks, no traps. Just raw, unfiltered pleasure. You play a role, but not some cheap act. This is real, a living, breathing fantasy played out like a cinematic masterpiece.

And yes, it might hurt a little.

But if you can handle it... well, the rewards are beyond anything you've ever imagined.

Money. Influence. A live audience worshiping you. And popularity?" He leaned in slightly. "You already have it. But this... this would make you fucking untouchable."

I studied him, my fingers tapping lightly on my knee.

"So, what's the catch?"

His smirk sharpened. "No catch. Just a deadline."

I narrowed my eyes. "Meaning?"

He exhaled, stretching his arms along the back of the sofa, completely at ease. "The show is tomorrow. We need a singular lead. If it's not you, we'll find someone else. And if she succeeds, then you?" He shrugged lazily. "You'll be out of our league. Even if you come crawling back, we won't have a place for you unless she quits first."

That pissed me off.

I didn't crawl or beg. I looked away, my mind racing, calculating risks, weighing options. I knew what this was. A game of power. And I wasn't about to let someone else take what could be mine.

The silence stretched, thick and electric. Then, suddenly, he moved.

Before I could react, he was inches away, standing over me as I rose to my feet, his presence dominating the space between us. His fingers traced along the edge of my blouse before sliding inside, grazing the curve of my breast without hesitation.

A deliberate act of control or kind of a test and I was refusing to give him the reaction he wanted.

"You," he murmured, squeezing just enough to make me bite my lip, "will be the perfect specimen. Our new queen and we both know what your answer is."

His breath was warm against my ear as he whispered, "Just don't be late. A car will pick you up tomorrow afternoon."

And just like that, he pulled back, smoothing his shirt as if nothing had happened.

But before he walked out, he turned slightly, his eyes glinting with amusement.

And winked. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving behind only the scent of expensive cologne and the ghost of his touch.

I barely slept that night.

Thoughts of the underground swirled through my mind, blending with the lingering heat of his touch, the weight of his words. Queen, that's what he had called me.

By the time morning light filtered through the curtains, I had already made my decision.

I wasn't going to just play the part. I was going to own it.

I slipped into the bathroom, turning the shower to steaming hot, letting the water cascade down my body. I took my time, exfoliating every inch of skin until it felt like silk, massaging oils into my legs, arms, and collarbones until they gleamed.

When I stepped out, my skin shimmered glossy, glowing, otherworldly.

I sat at my vanity, brushing through my hair slowly, watching my reflection. I didn't just look beautiful. I looked dangerous.

My lips curled as I reached for my deep violet-red lipstick - bold, sultry, a shade that promised sin. I painted it on slowly, deliberately, making sure every curve of my lips was flawless.

Then, the nails - glossy, blood-red perfection. Sharp. Deadly.

I picked a dress that wasn't just revealing - it was a statement.

A sleek, black satin gown, cut dangerously low at the front, hugging my curves like it was made for sin. A slit ran high up my thigh, flashing just enough skin to be unforgettable.

The fabric draped off one shoulder, leaving the other bare, exposed, vulnerable yet powerful.

I ran my hands down the smooth fabric, inhaling deeply.

It's almost 12:30

I had just slipped on my diamond-encrusted heels when I heard the deep, purring hum of an engine outside my gate.

I walked to the window.

A black sedan.

It sat there, sleek and polished like a predator waiting for its prey.

Right on time.

Before I could step outside, Harris appeared in the hallway, glancing at the car with a raised brow.

"Who's that?" he asked, slipping on his coat, clearly in a hurry.

I smirked, brushing past him. "Just a business meeting."

He barely had time to process that before checking his watch and sighing. "Fine. I gotta run. Don't burn the house down while I'm gone."

Then, a quick kiss on my cheek, and he was gone.

I exhaled, adjusting my dress before stepping outside.

The moment my heels clicked against the pavement; the back door of the sedan swung open.

A man in a black suit, sharp jawline, unreadable eyes stood waiting. His stance was calculated, disciplined. The kind of man who had been trained to handle things quietly.

"Miss Helen," he said smoothly, giving me the faintest nod of respect.

I slid into the car without a word.

Two more men sat across from me, both in tailored suits, broad-shouldered, and radiating control.

The one who had opened the door settled in front of me, adjusting his cuffs, while the man beside me leaned in slightly.

"Welcome, Queen."

His voice was smooth, but there was something behind it with something teasing.

"Today, you take on a new identity. From now on, you're not Helen. You are our Queen. And we..." he gestured to the man in the front seat, "are your bodyguards."

I tilted my head, studying them. "So, what? You take orders from me now?"

The man beside me smirked. "Not quite. But serve the underworld well..." He let his fingers graze my wrist, deliberate, possessive. "And we'll be under your knees."

I smirked, but before I could say anything, the man in front of me reached into his pocket.

A black silk blindfold.

"For now, though," he murmured, leaning forward, "since it's your first time and the audience isn't familiar with you yet, we need a precaution. No blindfolds from next time, if you pass."

He didn't ask. He simply slid the fabric over my eyes, tying it tightly.

"Don't be nervous."

The car purred to life beneath me, the smooth hum of the engine vibrating through my body.

And as we pulled away, I knew there was no turning back.

After an hour the car slowed to a stop.

I heard the faint hum of voices outside, distant but growing closer. My pulse quickened not from fear, but from anticipation.

The door clicked open, and a rush of cool air kissed my skin.

"Give me your hand, my Queen." The voice was smooth, confident. Controlled.

I lifted my left hand, feeling the warmth of his as he took it, firm, yet careful, like he knew exactly what he was guiding me into.

A few silent steps forward, the ground beneath me changing from pavement to something colder, smoother. A threshold.

The door behind us closed with a soft but final click.

Then fingers at the nape of my neck.

The silk blindfold slipped away, and for a moment, my vision blurred.

When it cleared, I found myself standing in an empty compound. Dim lights. Concrete walls. A single, polished table with two chairs.

And in front of me?

The shopkeeper guy, or whatever he truly was, stood there waiting.

Two bodyguards flanked the walls.

The shopkeeper guy gestured toward the chair opposite him. "Sit."

I did.

He folded his hands, studying me with the kind of gaze that made me feel seen but not in the way other men looked at me.

"Call me Noir, my Queen."

I didn't react, just leaned back slightly, letting the title settle over me.

He exhaled, his fingers drumming lightly against the table. "Let's get to it, then."

His voice dropped lower, threading into something deeper.

"The role is simple. You are not just a woman, you are an experience. A fantasy. You will be dominated, but you will not be a victim. You will act as a slave, but you will not be broken. The audience... they must feel it. The illusion of power. The reality of desire."

I didn't blink. He tilted his head slightly, watching me for a reaction. When he got none, he continued.

"This is your last chance to say no."

His voice was steady, unwavering.

"If you walk away now, we won't chase you. But if you step forward and if you enter that doorthen you are ours until the entire show is over. After that? You leave untouched, and life continues as normal. But during? You will be the Queen they kneel for, the desire they crave, the power they will never truly own."

Silence.

I let his words sink in, let them curl around my mind like smoke.

I slowly nodded.

Noir's lips curved. Not a smile. Approval.

Metal clanked.

Ahead of us, a door on the floor rumbled open, the sound of gears shifting like an old lever mechanism unlocking something beyond.

And then - noise.

Not a single voice. Not a dozen.

Hundreds or maybe thousands.

It came in waves, rolling through the underground like a pulse, a rhythm that wasn't just sound but a craving.

Queen. Queen. Queen. Queen. Queen.

They chanted.

The heat of bodies unseen pressing against the walls of whatever was beyond that door.

I didn't have time to process it because we moved.

Noir took the first step forward, and I followed, my bodyguards at my sides. The moment we crossed the threshold, the door behind us sealed shut.

Then, light.

Bright, concentrated, pouring down from a single spotlight onto me.

The underground was massive like an amphitheatre, layered in shadows and golden flickers, lined with figures.

Men.

All masked. All naked.

And all of them, without question, already hard.

The sheer rawness of it hit me like heat against skin and yet, I felt no fear because as they roared my name, as they worshiped me.

Then, Noir stepped closer.

He moved with the kind of unshaken confidence that only a man with absolute control could have. A quiet smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled a small vial from his coat pocket.

The liquid inside was dark crimson, almost shimmering beneath the golden glow of the stage lights.

"A little gift, my Queen," Noir murmured, tilting the vial between his fingers.

His voice was smooth, like too smooth.

I met his gaze, raising a brow, my breath still steady despite the slow burn of curiosity.

"What is it?"

His smirk widened; his eyes gleaming like a man who held a secret too delicious to keep.

"Something to make you feel... uninhibited."

He uncorked the vial with a flick of his wrist. The scent of something rich drifted between us, sweet, like honey, but laced with something more primal.

"A love potion?" I teased, my lips curving as I tilted my chin.

"Call it what you like." His fingers brushed my jaw, tilting my head ever so slightly. "You'll understand soon enough."

The vial pressed against my lips, the cool glass sending a shiver down my spine.

I drank.

The moment the liquid hit my tongue, it was like fire and silk all at once spreading, unfurling, curling into every inch of me.

It started as a warmth, coiling in my stomach, a slow, teasing flicker of heat.

Then, it deepened, spread and became something alive.

I gasped softly, my lashes fluttering, my knees weakening just enough to make me aware of my own body in a way I never had been before.

Every inch of my skin tingled, hypersensitive, my breath too shallow, too aware.

My heartbeat? Slower. Deeper. Louder.

And beneath the intoxicating haze, a single realization curled through my mind:

I had never felt this before.

Noir stepped closer, his breath warm against my ear, his voice a whisper of wicked amusement.

"Now, my Queen..."

His fingers grazed my wrist, slow, deliberate, coaxing.

"Let them see you."

A loud music started, a single note vibrating through the underground, a rhythm that synced with the slow, burning heat curling inside me.

I took a step forward, my bare heels clicking against the smooth stone beneath me.

Then another and then I moved.

My hips swayed, the silk of my dress clinging, shifting, sliding against my skin, each movement slow, deliberate, designed to tease, to make them ache.

Eyes, hundreds of them, watching, wanting to dominate me.

The potion still coursed through me, amplifying every brush of fabric, every roll of my hips, every teasing flick of my fingers against my own skin.

The cheers grew louder, but it wasn't the noise that consumed me.

With a slow, wicked smirk, I ran my hands up my body, over my thighs, my stomach, tracing the curves they were all desperate to touch but never would.

Then, I reached for the first clasp.

My fingers toyed with it, teasing, holding, before I finally unhooked it, letting the thin straps of my bra slide down my shoulders.

More cheers. More voices calling my name.

I let it drop.

Bare, exposed and unashamed.

I ran a hand over my chest, deliberately slow, teasing the heat that was already consuming me, feeling the way, my own body betrayed its hunger.

Then, my fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties.

A slow tug and the fabric slid lower down my hips, over my thighs.

And then nothing. They were gone.

I turned my back to the crowd, letting them see the full curve of my naked body, my hands skimming the sensitive dip of my waist.

Every single man watching was already aching, desperate, painfully hard.

And they hadn't even touched me.

Finally, I reached for the last piece of silk, the dress that had once made me feel like royalty.

Now?

I didn't need it.

I let it slide down, pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my own glowing, aroused, untouchable form.

Noir's voice came again, deeper this time, edged with something darker.

"Look at them, my Queen."

The stage was mine.

My body was worshipped.

My power?

Absolute.

And then it began.

A shadow of muscle and dominance stepped into the light. One of them.

Broad shoulders. A sculpted chest. A mask covering everything but his hungry, commanding gaze.

Before I could react, strong arms wrapped around my waist and lifting me effortlessly.

A gasp slipped from my lips as my body was hoisted high, my legs parting instinctively as I was suspended above them.

Not falling or struggling just held.

Then another set of hands. Two, three, four.

They moved like a perfectly rehearsed act, each movement controlled, smooth, practiced.

A thick chain made with some kind of leather wrapped around my wrists, tightening as my arms were slowly pulled above my head.

Another pair looped around my ankles, stretching me apart, not painfully but completely.

I tested the bonds, twisting just slightly but there was no escape.

And that realization?

It sent a sinful shiver down my spine.

I swallowed, my chest rising and falling in slow, uneven breaths.

Then another shadow stepped forward.

Not as big as the first, but just as controlled.

Something red glistened between his fingers.

A ball gag. I barely had time to react before his hand cupped my chin, tilting my head back.

His fingers traced over my lips slow, teasing and testing.

And then, softly, almost like a whisper against my skin, "Open for me, Queen."

A single command. Raw and Absolute.

I parted my lips, trembling just slightly, my own body betraying me in the most delicious way.

The ball pressed against my tongue like smooth, firm, unyielding.

The leather strap slid around my head, tightening with perfect precision. Not painful. Just undeniably secure.

A slow, satisfied hum vibrated from behind the mask.

"Now," the man murmured, his voice edged with something dark, something knowing. "You are ours."

The moment the last buckle clicked into place; the room erupted.

The deafening roar of approval.

The chant and the worship, "QUEEN. QUEEN. QUEEN. QUEEN!"

Now two masked guys came towards me and started sucking and biting each of my breasts. While another one using a vibrator onto my clit.

"Mmmmmm.... ughhhhh.... mmmmmmmmmmm!" Because of the ball gag I can't even scream but I felt so good and horny.

Now another masked guy walked past me and stretch my both legs as fer as possible and the other guy stopped the vibrator.

I heard some slash sound, I tried to sense where he was but it didn't do any good,

Then I got a fucking wakeup call when I felt a whip slash on my pussy that had been paddled so hard just a little while ago. "What th... owwwwwwww...... ughhhhh.... aaaaaaaaa!"

A guy was slashing whip exactly on my pussy and slashing repeatedly.

Tears were coming from my eyes and saliva from my gagged mouth as I couldn't bear the pain and simultaneously, I felt so horny. Basically, a pleasure with pain situation.

Now after 20 -- 30 lashes he stopped and within a fraction of a second somebody started to lick my clit like deeply licking, putting his entire tongue inside my pussy and started sucking my soaked pussy deliberately

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...... aaaaa... aaaa... aaaaa...... aaaa.... mmmmmmmmmm!" I tried to screamed with my gagged mouth.

Somebody yelled from front, "Now you are our slave and we are you masters baby!"

Then I got a fucking wakeup call when I felt a jolt.

A sudden snap of electricity, sharp and unforgiving, directly between my thighs.

I gasped - no, I screamed.

In shock. In overwhelming, knee-buckling pleasure.

The restraints held me still, my body jerking involuntarily as the current danced along my most sensitive nerves, igniting every inch of me in a way I had never known was possible.

"What the? Owwwwwwww...!"

The sound that left me was half protest, half pure sinful need.

My back arched, my muscles tensing, the sensation rippling through me in waves cruel, teasing, unrelenting.

Then it stopped.

Silence.

The anticipation burned hotter than the shock itself.

My chest rose and fell in deep, uneven breaths, my wrists pulling instinctively against the leather restraints as my body fought for something I didn't know if I feared or craved.

And then a voice.

Smooth. Unshaken. Infuriatingly calm.

"Ah... so you felt that, didn't you, my Queen?"

I couldn't answer - not with the ball gag still strapped tightly between my lips.

But my body?

My body was a traitor.

I was shaking. Flushed. Overstimulated.

And worst of all aching.

A deep, pulsing throb between my legs, where the aftershocks of that sensation still buzzed like a lingering ghost.

He stepped closer, his shadow looming over me, his fingers grazing along my trembling, heated thighs.

"You've never felt anything like that before, have you?"

A deep, knowing chuckle followed when I jerked at even the slightest touch.

He was testing me.

Pushing my limits.

And God help me - I was letting him.

The crowd watched.

Their cheers had faded into hungry silence, their eyes locked onto me, devouring every reaction, every twist of my body, every uncontrolled shudder that gave away just how much I was losing myself to this and I wanted more.

And after with slow, practiced ease, firm hands unbuckled the gag, the leather strap loosening before the ball was gently pulled from my mouth. A thin strand of saliva clung between my lips and the gag, breaking as I exhaled sharply.

My jaw throbbed, aching from being stretched open for so long, my lips wet, swollen, and tingling as I swallowed, tasting the remnants of my own muffled cries. A rush of cool air filled my lungs.

And then, before I could fully process the relief of being freed, a strong hand wrapped around my throat - tight, unyielding, claiming while other hands paying with my slopy nipples.

"Aghhhh... mmm... aggghhhgg....," my pulse hammering against the firm grip as a deep, commanding voice growled against my ear, "Now tell me who is your master?"

I growled with pain and pleasure, "You! All of you!"

"Good girl...," he stated.

Now without wasting any time he started shocking every part of my body, sending shocks through my legs, my arms, my tits, my stomach, my ass, just about everything.

Ah... ahhh... nnnghh... haaahh... ahhhhnnn! It hurt but I thought I could take it, until he went back to shocking my slopy rock-hard nipples, he went one right after the other, it hurt so bad I had no choice but to give in and play his game.

"Now who's dick do you wanna suck my Slave Queen?" He uttered.

"I wanna suck my master's dick." I replied.

He did something with the leather chains and my arms now had the freedom to hang down to my sides, but it was only for me to get on my knees because that's exactly where he guided me to.

Then he grab the back of my head as he pushed his cock right into my mouth.

I made sure to do my best and sucked his dick as best I could. He had a nice long thick dick, not a size I could guess with my mouth but big enough to satisfy any woman.

I slid it all the way into my mouth and pulled back just at the head and tickled it with my tongue before I took it back into my mouth, he seemed to like that because every time I did it his dick would twitch.

I worked myself into a good rhythm sucking his dick deep into my throat until he grabbed my head with both his hands and started fucking my mouth.

"Haaahhh... mmmnn... aghhhhhghh...," At first, I was groaning and gagging, making gargling sounds, trying to keep up with his thrusts, but it started to get easier as it went along.

He fucked my mouth so long my mouth started to hurt a little, and I accidentally closed down on his dick, which made him pull it out of my mouth and slapped me on the cheek with it.

Then I heard another guy came towards me and told me to stand up.

I stood up like he said and he unhooked my right foot that was chained to the ground.

I heard him do something with the contraption and then he hooked my ankle to it and it rose in the air, leaving me standing on one foot with my pussy spread open.

He first rubbed my ass, then he lifted my ass cheek and rubbed something oily on my asshole, which is something you only do for penetration, I guess.

He pushed his finger in my ass in and out a few times, which felt really good, and all I thought that he was gonna do, then he took out his finger and pushed something else against my asshole, something slicker and wider, and more painful.

I knew it had to be some kind of buttplug. It was the kind that starts off small and gets wide at the end, and he didn't even ease it in, he just pushed it in in one smooth motion, it hurt like hell, but felt good too.

"Uuuuugh oh my fucking fuck... Aaaaaaaaaaah!"

He pulled it out and pushed it back in a few times and pulled out again. "There, now that wasn't so bad, was it? It was just a little finger toy!"

"Why don't you let me do that you and you can see for yourself." I whispered.

"I don't think so my slave queen, I'm in charge here. So, now be a good slave and open that reddish pussy for me." (effect of that whip slash)

I heard him walk around in front of me, then he slapped his dick against my slopy hot pussy a few times then shoved it right into me.

"Nnnnghhhaaahhh... mmmmnnnngghhhhhh..." I couldn't help myself but to let out a groan because it felt so good, and he filled me almost perfectly.

Then he grabbed the leg that was in the air and my hip and started fucking me hard, no build-up, so going soft, hard, just how I like it. He was ramming me so hard I could hear his balls were echoing throughout the room.

I was in bliss. He was driving into me hard and fast and keeping the same pace as he did all this. I was struggling trying to stand on one foot and enjoy the fucking I was getting at the same time, but I couldn't concentrate on both.

I could feel his breath on my face and knew he took his mask off, and I was confirmed when he started grunting as he thrust his dick inside me.

I could feel it running down my legs as he slammed into me over and over, in fact I started to get the feeling I was getting an orgasm.

At the angle he was fucking me my clit was exposed just enough for him to just graze it with his dick as he shoved it into me, and that was enough. I gritted my teeth as my body was slowly overcome by an orgasm, I've waited what seemed like forever to get.

"What are you doing slave Queen? I didn't give you permission to cum on me! You better not cum!" He yelled.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... oh my fucking goooooooooooooood..."

It's too late. My leg shook and my body convulsed around his dick that was no longer pumping into me, but just sitting there as I came all over it.

I'm not a fast squirter, but I felt like I was at that moment as so much cum ran down my leg I knew there would be a puddle. Finally coming down from my high, I just stood there, in complete euphoria, taking in what felt like the greatest orgasm I've had in a while.

If the chains hadn't been holding me up, I'd be a sloppy mess on the floor.

And one by one maybe 10 or 15 guys cum on my and inside my pussy.

Then I heard a familiar voice, Noir.

"I didn't give you permission to cum, my slave Queen and that just earned you a new punishment!" He uttered.

"P-Punishment? Wha... what punishment...?" I panted, my voice breathless, trembling, laced with exhaustion and raw, lingering need. My lips parted, my body still shuddering from sensation, the words slipping out in a half-whimper, half-moan... aching, needy, and completely undone.

But I didn't care. I felt so good at that point I'd put up with anything he threw at me and call him whatever he wanted just to feel something even remotely close to that again...

I heard him do that laugh he does again and felt what had to be cold leather graze across my pussy. He took it off then it went quiet for a minute, never a good sign, then it hit my pussy head on with a loud SLASH!!!

"Ahhhh... Oh god that fucking hurt... stop this... ahhhh..."

"It's supposed to hurt, that's why it's called punishment my slave Queen!"

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

"Nnnghh... haaahh... mmnnnghh... hhaahh-hhic... ahhhhnnnn!", I moaned louder and louder.

Then I heard him walk behind me again and a few second later he was tying the gag back around my mouth, now I couldn't see or talk. Once it was on, he went back to whipping my pussy.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

"Ahhhh... owmmm... ooo God... mmmmm," was all I could mumble through the gag.

"You gonna be a good little slave now and only cum when I tell you to?"

"MM... hmm, I'gll be a goog slllll." I managed to say through my gagged mouth.

"You better be, or I'll bring this back out. One more just for the hell of it." SLASH!

I flinched as he hit me again, but was glad it was over.

Now he undid the other chain on my ankle and then walked away. I heard him slide a desk across the room and behind me, then he did something with the contraption again and now I was laying on a desk with my arms still bound.

He chained my other foot to the thing so now I was laying on my back on the desk with my arms and legs above me, like I was a roasting pig. He moved the desk forward and now I was suspended in the air supported by my hands and ankles, and then I felt him pull me towards him and he pushed his dick into me.

I was sensitive before he started fucking me from all the painful stimulation he applied, but after cumming like I just did it felt a whole new kind of level.

Have you ever had a powerful orgasm and then keep fucking afterwards?

No right? you usually stop, well in my case I did, combine that with the fact that good sex just didn't exist for me and maybe you'll get how I was feeling.

He held on to my thighs as he rocked me back and forward on his dick.

And another guy came towards my back and pushed his dick inside my ass while his one hand tightly grabbed my neck and another hand by left boob as the pinched my nipple tightly with his fingers.

Being suspended like that in the air kinda made the whole experience that much better, being weightless as you're in the air being fucked adds to the force you can be pounded, and they were definitely taking advantage of that.

One of them reached around my legs and grabbed on to my right tits and grabbed it tightly as he started fucking my pussy and the other my ass.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... nnnghh... haaahh... ahhh... ahhh... mmnnnghh... ahhhhnnn... haaahh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... nnnghh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh!" I growled as he continuously pounding me.

They didn't let my tits go as they stretched my pussy and ass out with their monster dick every time they shoved it into me.

Here I was having the best fuck of my life and I don't even know who's doing it. Who are they?

As they started picking up speed and rubbing on my clit, it was getting to me fast and I could already feel another orgasm coming, but I didn't want any more punishment, who knew what he would do this time.

They saw my face contort and must have guessed that I was close to another orgasm.

Meanwhile the other guys one by one continuously cum on me. It feels like drenched in cum or you can say bukkake. Cum all over my body and next going to be in my pussy and ass.

The guy who was fucking my pussy, purposely sped up frigging my clit as he fucked me, testing me to see if I could hold out.

It was hard, holding in an orgasm I so badly wanted to let out, while getting slammed over and over.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... nnnghh... haaahh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh!" I moaned and tried my best to think of something else, anything else, like all the losers before who couldn't fuck to save their life, but it always came back around to me being tied up and having the best fuck of my life.

Whenever he could tell I was close he would fuck me that much harder and flick my clit that much more, almost trying to force it out of me, but it was that right there which helped me fight off the orgasm as much as I wanted to let it happen, I'm stubborn, he wanted it to happen, so I wouldn't let it.

Well, I didn't squirt but at the same time -

"Ahhhhh.... mmmphhhh... ahhh.... Mmmmm." they spring their hot thick cum in my womb and butthole.

"That's a fucking good slave Queen, now it's time for more." One guy said.

They slid his dick out of me and without giving me any time to react another guy came towards me and moved the desk so I was laying on it again.

He unhooked my legs one at a time and chained them back to the floor, then worked the machine or whatever it was again so my arms were now free.

Then he chained my hands to the desk, forcing me to bend over and rest on my elbows, I was leaning over with my ass sticking in the air.

"Ohhhh God no... no my ass... not again please." I mumbled.

"Shut up slave." He yelled and smacked by soft butt so hard few times with his oily hand.

"Mmmmm.... Ughhhh!" I moaned in pain.

Now he grabbed another big and fat buttplug and lodged in my cum-full creamy ass and slowly pulled it out.

He continuous the process for quite a few times and making me groan in the process.

I felt his hands on my ass and then his dick as it probed my asshole. He put the head to the entrance, worked it around a little, then pushed it right in.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm... mmmmmmm... oommmmgooood!" I moaned into the air.

He slid the rest into my ass slowly, thankfully, since his was way was bigger than the buttplug and that previous guy, and kept going until he was bottomed out in me.

"Ahhhhhhhh.... mmphhhhhh... motrfukr..." I grabbed the only thing I could, the edge of the desk as he quickly went to work pounding my little asshole for all it was worth.

My ass cheeks were clapping off of him as he fucked me, making the same clapping sound his balls made when they slapped against my pussy, but louder.

I loved the way it filled me up completely every time it slid all the way inside me just before pulling out, I had almost forgotten how great it was.

"Mm... hmm, I fkighh lovgg it.... Ohhhh gooooooood... I fkighh lovgg it," I said through the gag.

"I knew you would, you like getting spanked too, don't you slave?" SLAP!

He slapped my ass with his hand and I could feel it jiggle from the ricochet.

As much abuse as he did with the paddle earlier, his hand didn't feel like anything.

so instead of it hurting like he probably thought it would, it felt good, just as his dick in my ass felt good.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Mmmmmmmm mmmmm yes ughhhhh mmmmmmmmmmm," I moaned.

He was really doing a number on my ass, fucking it and slapping it, and it felt incredible,

I couldn't get enough. Every time he shoved his dick all the way inside my ass I wanted to scream, to be filled like that is indescribable.

I would be the slave whenever he wanted if he could fuck me like this all the time, but I knew I would never find out who he was, and he wasn't gonna tell me since I was blindfolded and he has a mask on, or did have one, but it didn't stop me from hoping.

Just as he got going fucking me faster, he took my hair in his hand and pulled tight on it, causing me to throw my head back. I LOVE my hair pulled when I'm being fucked.

Combine that with slapping my ass and fucking it and I have an orgasm waiting to happen. I couldn't have had better timing because when I said that he went back to working on my clit.

I held it off the first time, but I knew I couldn't do it a second time.

"Nnnghh... haaahh... mmnnnghh... hhaahh-hhic... ahhhhnnnn!" My moaning and groaning got louder as I tried to hold off another orgasm he was trying to force onto me.

"Mmm my little slave Queen wants to cum, doesn't she?"

"Mm-hmm, I wanna cumm bad, plesce let mme cuum mmaztrr!"

"plesce let mme cuum mmaztrr."

"Ahhhhhhh... ahhhhh... ahhhh... I-I cangt holgh it, Plesce let mme cuummm mmaztrr H!"

"Ahhhhhhhh.... ahhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhh... ahhhhhhhh... ahnhnnnnnnn..."

(After a long pause and me moaning in agony) "Ok my slave Queen go ahead and cum."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck mmmmmmmeeeeeeeee... ahhhhhh... nnnnngghhh... haaahhh... I'mmm c-cummmmmmmmmmmnnnnnn... ahhhhhnnnnnnnngghh... haaahhhh... fuuuuuuuuhhhhhh... ahhhhhh... mmmmmmmmm!"

I didn't spare any time as I came hard, maybe harder than the first time.

My hands gripped the desk so hard I thought I'd leave dents in it. My legs were shaking, my insides were on fire, pussy juice was running down my legs, I was in my own world.

I dropped my head and let my orgasm take over my body as he kept drilling my asshole.

"My slave Queen has a good cum, did she? Master's dick feels good inside that slutty ass?"

I couldn't respond even if I wanted to, I was too lost in ecstasy.

I just let him use me and pound me like the slut he turned me into. When I finally came back from my orgasm, I noticed I was getting fucked a lot harder by lots of men, and they were grunting a lot more.

I also noticed my legs weren't chained anymore, and my arms were tied behind my back. I also still had the blindfold on, but I didn't have the gag anymore.

"You want our cum slave? You want our cum all over your slutty body?" They growled.

"Yes masters I want all of your cum all over me! Cum all over my fucking body!" I replied.

"Get on your knees slave! Get down," they grunted as they pulled their dick out of my well fucked ass and my messy pussy.

I got down on my knees like they said and listened to them grunt for a few seconds.

Then I felt spurt after hot spurt of cum hit my chest, my tits, then my face, a gallon of cum. Another huge blow of his cum dripped down to my lip and I licked it in with my tongue, savouring the salty taste produced from a great fuck.

It felt so good on my skin and was a welcomed climax to what turned out to be the best sex of my life.

Literally hundreds or thousands or I don't know and I don't care -- cum on my entire body from top to toe. Few of them also fucked me and cum in me. It felt like I'm a bloody horny fucking machine and this was the best fuck in my life with little extra abuse and BDSM.

Those men literally fucked me near about for five or six hours until I knocked out by them like maybe after my ninth orgasm.

I woke up naked, my body aching, spent, and marked in a small and beautiful room. Every muscle hummed with a deep, lingering throb, my skin still tingling with the sensations they had left behind.

The sheets beneath me were cool, silky, luxurious, a stark contrast to the raw heat still pulsing inside me.

For a moment, I just lay there, breathing, existing, feeling.

And then, I felt him.

Noir.

Sitting just a few feet away, relaxed in a black leather chair, his legs crossed, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, a glass of whiskey swirling between his fingers.

Watching me.

His piercing, unshaken gaze dragged over my bare body, possessive, amused, knowing.

"Awake at last." His voice was smooth, dark velvet edged with something sinful.

I swallowed, shifting slightly, my thighs pressing together as the soreness reminded me of everything that had happened.

Then, he pointed to the foot of the bed.

A briefcase.

"Take it," Noir said simply. "It's yours. You deserve this."

I blinked, still half-dazed, still lost in the aftershocks of pleasure and exhaustion. With slow, shaky hands, I pushed myself up, the sheets sliding off my body, leaving me completely exposed.

I didn't bother covering myself.

Why would I?

I reached forward, flipping the case open.

And then, my breath hitched.

Gold. Thick gold biscuits, stacks of crisp cash nestled between them, shimmering under the soft golden glow of the chandelier.

A lot.

No, more than a lot.

"What the actual fuck... Noir?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Noir chuckled, taking a slow sip of his drink, watching me with that infuriatingly confident smirk.

"Relax," he murmured. "It's real. And it's yours."

I swallowed, my fingers brushing over the stacks, still struggling to process just how much money sat in front of me.

"And what exactly did I do to deserve this?" I asked, my voice hoarse, teasing, but laced with curiosity, danger, and the thrill.

Noir leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"You have no idea what you've given us tonight." His gaze darkened, a flicker of power and possession flashing across his face. "And you have no idea how much it will make us. Millions, Helen. Millions."

I swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of my own nakedness, the power shift, the weight of what I had just done.

Then he stood, slow and deliberate, finishing the last sip of his drink before setting the glass down.

"You'll be seeing me soon."

His presence was suffocating, intoxicating, too much and not enough all at once.

He stepped toward me, his fingers trailing over my exposed collarbone, my skin still burning from everything before.

Then, with no hesitation, his hand cupped my breast, firm, possessive and claiming.

I gasped, my breath shuddering, my nipples already betraying me.

His lips brushed against my cheek, slow, teasing, deliberate.

"Next time," he murmured against my skin, "it will be more brutal than you can imagine."

Anticipation or warning? I couldn't tell.

Then he pulled back, his fingers trailing down my arm before nodding toward the closet.

"Inside, you'll find a nice dress. Wash up, wear it. As usual, another car will be waiting for you. Just knock, and your bodyguards will take you home."

His voice was final, absolute.

And then, just like that, he turned toward the door.

Before he left, he glanced over his shoulder, his dark smirk returning.

"You are the best even happen to us Helen, don't ruin it."

The door clicked shut.

And I sat there naked, aching, and surrounded by more wealth than I had ever seen.

After that I went to bathroom. The water was scalding hot, just the way I needed it.

As the first drops hit my skin, a deep shudder rippled through me.

Not from exhaustion.

Not from the bruises blooming across my thighs, my wrists, the places their hands had gripped too hard and the lashes but from relief. I needed this.

The marble walls of the bathroom gleamed like polished ivory;

The room small but dripping in quiet luxury. Golden light spilled from an ornate chandelier above, casting soft, flickering shadows across the deep porcelain tub and the gleaming black marble sink.

A silver-rimmed mirror stretched from floor to ceiling, reflecting my bare, marked body in a way that made me pause.

My skin glowed but still flushed from everything that had happened.

I stepped under the waterfall shower, tilting my head back as the heat poured over me, cascading down my shoulders, my spine, my thighs.

I scrubbed hard.

Every inch. Every part of me that had been touched, claimed, used.

My fingers worked over my inner thighs, my stomach, my chest, my lips. I lathered soap onto a cloth, dragging it over my skin again and again, ensuring that not a single trace of the night before remained.

And then between my legs.

A soft gasp slipped from my lips as my fingers found their way lower, scrubbing with purpose, with need, with something deeper than just cleansing.

I worked harder, deeper, until every drop of stickiness, every ghost of their touch, every sinful trace of what they had left behind was gone.

The steam curled around me, wrapping me in something close to absolution.

By the time I finished, my skin was soft, flushed, and freshly scented like amber, vanilla, and the faintest whisper of jasmine.

I reached for a plush white towel, dabbing at my body before running my fingers through my damp hair, twisting it into an elegant, loose bun.

Then I stepped toward the closet.

The doors slid open silently, revealing a single gown--hanging there like something out of a dream.

I inhaled sharply.

It wasn't just a dress.

It was power woven into fabric.

The gown was pure temptation, dripping in decadence, a statement of untouchable luxury.

Black silk, so smooth and fluid it felt like liquid shadow as I ran my fingers over it. The neckline plunged dangerously low, exposing the swell of my breasts, while the bodice clung like a second skin, accentuating every curve, every inch of my body that had been worshiped just hours before.

The slit ran high obscenely high and trailing up my thigh, offering glimpses of bare, honey-soft skin with every movement.

And the fabric?

It whispered over my body as I slipped it on, moulding to me as if it had been tailored for me and me alone.

I fastened the delicate gold straps that rested over my shoulders, the weight of diamonds glinting from the tiny clasps woven into the fabric.

Then, the finishing touch heels.

Black stilettos. Sharp. Deadly. Designed to make men beg on their knees.

I met my reflection in the mirror. My lips painted in a deep, sinful red.

My eyes lined with black kohl; the colour smudged at the edges to give me that smoky, just-fucked glow.

I looked fucking expensive.

Once I was ready, I approached the heavy oak door, inhaling deeply before raising my fist.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The door swung open immediately.

The two suited bodyguards stood waiting, impeccable, unreadable, obedient.

Without a word, one of them stepped forward, pulling a silk blindfold from his pocket.

Again. I smirked, tilting my chin. "You boys do love your dramatics, don't you?"

Neither of them answered.

Instead, the taller one lifted the soft fabric to my eyes, securing it gently around my head, cutting off my vision.

Everything melted into darkness.

But before they led me forward, something cold and heavy was placed into my hands.

The briefcase.

My fingers curled around the polished leather handle, feeling the weight of everything inside - the fortune, the promise, the proof of what I had done.

One of the men's voices murmured in my ear.

"Safe and untouched. It's yours."

I swallowed, gripping the case tighter.

Then, fingers grazed my lower back--guiding me forward, leading me back into the unknown.

Into the black sedan.

The door shut with a soft click, and the engine purred to life.

The car ride was silent, smooth, like gliding through a dream.

My fingers curled against the silk of my dress, my body still buzzing from everything that had happened.

Then the car slowed and a pause.

Then, the soft sound of a blindfold being untied.

Cool air kissed my skin as the fabric slipped away.

My lashes fluttered open, adjusting to the streetlights, the familiar gate in front of me, the looming shadow of a house that no longer felt like home.

Ethan's house.

The place I had once belonged to.

But now?

I stepped out of the car, my heels clicking against the pavement, my briefcase of wealth and secrets held tight in my grasp.

And for the first time, standing at Ethan's door, the weight of gold, power, and sin wrapped around me like silk...

I realized I didn't belong here anymore. I belonged somewhere far from this boredom and untouchable.

To be con...... #@hL3n&YulsE@#

Hey! You!

Yes! You!

I'm talking to you, you charming bastard.

Don't look around like I'm speaking to someone else. It's you. Sitting there, reading this, eyes glued to every word, pulse just a little quicker than before.

You're still here, aren't you?

Still watching me.

Still imagining what I feel like, what I sound like, what I'd taste like if I were right there, whispering into your ear.

Tell me something, babe - if you had me, just once, what would you do to me?

Would you take your time? Make me beg? Make me scream?

Or would you be selfish? Rough, unforgiving, claiming me so completely that I'd forget my own name?

Shit.

I probably shouldn't be saying all this.

I can already hear her - yeah, my writer. That stupid bitch.

She's probably sitting there, all high and mighty, rolling her eyes, thinking, "Stick to the plot, Helen. Stop breaking the fourth wall, Helen. Don't flirt with the readers, Helen."

But screw her.

Because you love it, don't you?

You love that I see you. That I know you. That I can tell you're already thinking about me when you close this page.

And babe, I want you to think about me.

Because this? This isn't over.

Ethan will be back in two weeks.

And trust me this is just getting better and better.

So go ahead. Replay this in your head. Dream about it. Crave it.

And when you're ready for more?

I'll be waiting.

"Helen."

Oh shit.

Did you hear that? She's here.

My writer. That bitch.

"Helen, enough. Get back to the damn story."

Ugh. See? She always ruins my fun.

"Ohhh, she's here. Fuck that bitch - I need to go! See ya in the next part babe! ba-bye"

To be continued...