✔️ ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

Chapter 26

⚠️ WARNING⚠️ : THIS CHAPTER ONLY INCLUDES SMUT IN TERMS OF BONDAGE

THE SEX AND INDULGENCE BETWEEN THE CHARACTERS ARE CONSENSUAL. THERE IS NO ASSAULT.

RITA

My female Garden is Endangered.

The crimson glow of the dim light illuminates the sinner's garden of carnal indulgence. And tonight, I am his prey, chased to the highs and lows. He already has me trapped — rooted on his swing, without mercy.

My breath is trapped in my lungs as he circles me with beastly observation. His gaze — dark and portentous — savors my flesh he is going to sink his teeth into tonight. The intensity in those azure eyes tells me that he is going to turn my punishment into his pleasure.

Like a vulnerable bambi, he has me ensnared. I only watch him as he moves away from me, heading toward the wall that is adorned with toys in order to enhance the pleasure. The sinner's garden is skeevy and thrilling at the same time.

And Mother Nature breezes in, whispering that I will leave his garden of carnal desire corrupted. Yet, I cannot help but phantom the pleasure in his vile hands every time he touches my body and tastes my nectar.

His lips curl into a faint, wolfish smile as he picks up a chain — adorned with two butterflies — and a whip, typically used to flog, from the wall of tempting sins. With his vile hands, full of sinning and punishing excitements, he walks in my direction.

Our eyes lock, my breathing shallow in stark contrast to his serenity, as he advances toward me, each step reminding me I am closer to my reprimand. That's what I get for acting out of hand.

"You're unusually calm and silent," he hums, his voice low and dangerous, yet carrying a hint of taunt and menace. "Where has your defiance gone, little flower?"

"I am not going to show you my teeth when you have me trapped like a dark and nasty spider in your web," I tell him, my tone soothing and soft, though there is a heavy rise and fall of my chest.

"What a smart... little flower... but guess what?" With a low chuckle, his hands grasp the ropes, and he hovers over me like a hunter, ready to savour his hunt.

"You are going to grant me a second chance, and release me?" I guess as he leans in. His nose skims my cheek, and he takes a deep heave, as if he wants to imprint my scent in his mind.

"There is no second chance after your dirty confession about using my bathtub to take a piss." His shadow swallows me. "You know you deserve the title of reprobate more than captive."

Now that I have my sobriety back, I curse my drunk mind for betraying me. I gift him a sheepish smile. "It's not a habit; it just happened once, or twice..."

"When exactly? When you were mad at me?" His eyes blaze through mine, and I feel like he is my inferno. "Not so discreet when you're drunk, huh?"

"I'm sorry?" My apology leaves my lips as a question, as his vile hands grasp my shirt and tear it down the middle, leaving my essence exposed to his azure eyes.

"Too late." Leaning back, his jaw tightens, a flicker of fire igniting in his narrowed gaze. The spark travels through his system, ending in his pants, where the mountain grows larger.

"I'm going to enjoy this punishment more than I should," he whispers, his voice a velvet threat, as the flog in his hands sweeps over my skin, sending a pleasurable sensation to my core, making me arch my back.