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CHAPTER 0082 

Meadow’s POV: 

“Fuck…” My moan slipped out, light as a feather. “Yes, daddy.” 

The toy slid deeper inside of me and I gasped, my hips arching helplessly off the bed. Alaric moved it with a control that made me go dizzy with lust. He kept me pinned, his hand still on my hips like he didn’t want me to shy away from this. 

The stretch burned only slightly, and I could only imagine what his thick cock would feel like inside me. 

This wasn’t a test. 

This was fucking torture. And something told me that this was only the beginning. 

“Argh-“My cry broke off as the toy stilled deep inside of me, leaving me to clench my walls around it, aching for more. I was helpless, spread wide open and cuffed, unable to do anything but feel. 

“Why did you stop?” I breathed. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t a sharp slap to my pussy. Right on my clit. 

I cried out as pain mixed with pleasure, shooting through me so intensely that my back bowed off the bed. 

“Oh my…” I whimpered. “Oh god.” 

I had barely come down from that high when another slap landed on my clit again. My core pulsed, but before I could cry out again, the vibration returned to my clit. 

I choked on my own spit as Alaric pressed the vibrator to the side of my clit, driving me mad with the tiny circles he drew around it, never quite touching the nub directly. 

My legs strained against the spreader as I trembled. White–hot pleasure shot through me, climbing higher with every second that passed. I was close. I could feel it. 

The toy moved in and out of me, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. The combination of the dildo and the vibrator was… painfully sinful. 

“Oh fuck, oh–daddy, I’m-” 

The rhythm stopped. The vibrator was moved from my clit and the dildo was pulled out slowly. I clamped down on nothing but emptiness. 

“No!” I sobbed, twisting and thrashing against the restraints, my mind hazy with lust. “Alaric, I was so 

close. Please…” 

But my cries fell on deaf ears. Or rather, I was the one with deaf ears. Maybe he was speaking to me but I just couldn’t hear. Maybe he was talking about how I looked like a mess and how he was going to push 

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me to my limits. 

I wasn’t going to use the safe word. 

I wasn’t. 

Another hard smack landed on my pussy again and more wetness dripped down my thighs, my body quivering as Alaric traced a thick finger down my slit. 

I moaned uncontrollably, wishing I could watch him touch me like that–even if it was just a glimpse. 

But all I could see was darkness, the silk fabric a constant reminder that I was at his mercy. That I would 

only see if he allowed me to. 

He pushed two fingers inside my hole at once, and a whimper escaped my throat. I was ashamed at how much heat had flooded my core from the slap, and I was almost fully certain I was dripping onto the bed. 

Alaric fucked me with his fingers, his pace slow, fingers curling deep inside me and hitting my G–spot 

with every thrust. 

And then the vibrator touched the side of my clit again. 

And this time, he amped up the vibrations. 

The hum was stronger now. I screamed as the intensity shot through my clit like an electric shock. My 

back arched, wrists twisting in their cuffs as I bucked helplessly into his fingers. 

More. 

I wanted more. 

I wanted to touch him. Feel him. But if I wanted to do that, I would have to say the words. And I couldn’t 

I wanted to know him. 

“Oh my god–fuck–yes, daddy,” I whimpered. His fingers disappeared for a second before they returned. Three this time. They curled inside me again, dragging me higher and higher as the vibrator hummed against the side of my clit. 

Why wouldn’t he move it to my clit? Why?! 

The pressure built again, and I was almost falling over the edge when- 

The vibrator vanished again and his fingers slid out. The emptiness was so overwhelming this time that 1 let out a choked sob. 

“Please,” I begged him. “Please, daddy, don’t do this to me. Let me come. And let me touch y- Ah!* 

Another smack to my clit again, this one harder than the previous. The pain tangled with my need until I 

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was trembling, shaking violently. 

And then his fingers slid inside of me again. 

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ALARIC’S POV: 

For a long as I lived, this picture would be ingrained in my memory. 

Meadow, legs spread open for me, her hands cuffed, her eyes and ears covered. I would never ever forget 

this. Because as much as this was a moment of pleasure, it was also a moment of torture for me. 

She wasn’t like the other girls. The ones that I couldn’t feel. The ones that I had to spread out like this and in even worse ways in the tether room just so I could get overstimulated enough to fuck them. 

I could feel Meadow, touch her–Hell, I could just look at her and my cock would be twitching in my pants. 

By doing this, I was not only torturing her, but myself. 

I wanted her to touch me. But until she either said the safe word or I pushed her to her limit, I wasn’t 

going to allow myself to feel her. 

I needed control. And all Meadow did was make me lose it. 

She was a whimpering, dripping mess laid out before me. 

I pressed the vibrator to the side of her clit again as I pumped my fingers and out of her, faster this time. Out of everything else I was doing to her, this was driving her mad the most. 

I circled around her clit, never quite touching the swollen, pulsing, pink nub. I wanted to put my mouth 

around it and suck, but I wouldn’t. 

Meadow would explode right away if I did, and then all this would’ve been for nothing. 

“Come on, baby,” I rasped. “Just say the fucking word.” 

Meadow twisted, trying to tilt her hips so she could maybe guide her clit to the vibrator, but I moved it, pulling my fingers out and delivering another slap to her pink pussy. 

She was being naughty. 

My lips twitched as she leaked onto the bed, soaking the sheets with her juices. My cock strained hard against my pants and I reached for it, a groan escaping my throat as I squeezed hard. 

And then I returned to my wife’s pussy, edging her too many more times to count. 

“Oh… Alaric, please…” she cried after I moved the vibrator from her clit for the umpteenth time. She was spent, chest heaving as she gasped for breath “Please, stop.” 

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I froze, my gaze narrowing at her quivering lips. 

“I can’t… I can’t anymore. Just… stop.” 

My lips curved. 

My sly, naughty wife. She knew what she was doing. If I stopped because of her pleas, that would mean she passed. That was her way of trying to trick me. 

She wanted me to stop but didn’t want to use the safe word. 

“Nice try, baby,” I murmured, going in again. And this time, with the highest vibration level. 

Meadow’s hips bucked off the bed, and I felt the sudden urge to get an ice cube from the fridge and place it on her stomach. That would keep her still. 

But that would be too much for her to handle. Especially now, when she was like this. The truth was, 

Meadow couldn’t handle me or the tether room. 

And it would be better for her not to know any. She was to innocent, too early for that. 

Her body trembled so violently I thought the cuffs might snap from the headboard. Her throat was cracked from how much she had been begging, and still she fought me. 

“You’re right there,” I rasped, dragging the vibrator closer to the nub. “Just say it.” 

She screamed and my cock throbbed painfully as I denied myself the one thing I wanted more than her 

submission. To be inside her. 

“Alaric–daddy, please… I can’t…” her words trailed off when I leaned in, my mouth hovering just above her beautiful pussy. And then I stuck my tongue out and licked up her essence from her pussy to her clit. 

Once. Just once, while the vibrator was still against her. 

But it was enough to push her over. 

“Kay–fish!” she screamed. The words sounded like they were ripped straight from her soul. “Kay–fish, 

okay? Please, Alaric, let me come.” 

Her words hit me like a punch to my gut. 

For a moment, I just stared at my wife, pride and victory swelling in my chest as my wife finally broke open for me. 

And then I placed my mouth over her clit, swirling my tongue around the nub, and I sucked. Hard. 

Meadow came apart with the loudest cry I had ever heard. 

And fuck if I wasn’t ready to finally fuck her. 

Fallen

Fallen

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Status: Ongoing Type: Native Language: English
Fallen Summary & Review: Fallen

Meadow Russell arrives at an upscale hotel, heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. She’s about to marry the love of her life, Tyler, in a small, private ceremony — just the two of them. Clutching her bag, she approaches the front desk with a smile. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”

But from the very first second, something feels off.

The receptionist’s red-painted lips curl into a mocking sneer, and her colleague exchanges a strange look with her. Meadow’s cheerful tone falters as confusion settles in. The woman scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in her tone makes Meadow’s stomach twist. She frowns, insisting there must be a mistake, but both receptionists continue to look at her with something close to pity — and something else she can’t quite name.

Then comes the shocker.

According to the hotel records, she’s already checked in. Two hours ago. With a man. The receptionist even claims to have spoken with her — complimenting her “cute top.” The same white crop top with the word “BRIDE” written across it that she’s wearing now.

Meadow tries to rationalize it. Maybe Tyler had checked in under her name. Maybe it’s a simple mix-up. She laughs nervously and explains that her fiancé must have done it for convenience. But both receptionists seem unconvinced. One of them finally sighs and hands her a spare keycard, muttering, “I hope you get things sorted out.”

On her way up to the room, Meadow’s heart pounds in her chest. Something feels horribly wrong, but she refuses to believe it. Tyler would never do anything to hurt her. They’ve been planning this wedding for months — their dream elopement. She tries to calm herself, breathing in and out as the elevator ascends, but her hands won’t stop shaking.

When she finally reaches the room and swipes the keycard, her worst fears materialize before her eyes.

The moment the door opens, the sound hits her first — muffled moans, heavy breathing, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Then she sees them.

Her twin sister, Juniper, straddling Tyler, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her without restraint.

The world stops. The bag slips from Meadow’s trembling hands and lands with a soft thud. The scene before her feels like a cruel joke — something ripped out of a nightmare. Her vision blurs with tears, her body frozen in disbelief.

For a full minute, she just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would scream “gotcha” and end this cruel trick.

But there’s no misunderstanding to clear up. No mistake. No illusion.

Her twin sister moans again, whispering, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” as if to drive the knife deeper into Meadow’s heart.

Something inside her shatters.

“Juniper…? Tyler?” she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely recognizable.

They both turn, startled. Tyler’s face twists in shock, then panic. He pushes Juniper off him, stammering, “Meadow, I swear, I thought she was you!”

It’s a pathetic excuse. One that doesn’t even make sense.

Juniper doesn’t even bother covering herself. She just smirks, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder like a queen enjoying the chaos she’s created. “Oh, please,” she scoffs. “It’s time we drop the act. This has been going on for a while.”

Meadow stumbles back, staring between them. “What are you talking about?”

Her twin rolls her eyes. “You really didn’t think he loved you, did you?”

It hits Meadow all at once — the hotel mix-up, the receptionist’s strange looks, the duplicate “Meadow Russell” check-in. Juniper had stolen her identity, her name, her wedding — and the man she loved.

Tyler tries to approach her again, naked and unashamed. He grabs her jaw gently, his expression hard. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

The words pierce like knives.

Every memory — every kiss, every late-night conversation, every promise he made — turns to ash. She had believed in him completely, trusted him with her heart. And all along, he’d been sharing that same intimacy with her twin sister.

Meadow stares at Juniper, still unable to process it. The last time she saw her twin was two years ago. They’d grown apart after Juniper’s endless trail of lies and manipulation had driven a wedge between them. Juniper had always been the beautiful, daring, chaotic one — the one who got what she wanted, no matter who she hurt. But never, not in her darkest thoughts, had Meadow imagined she would do this.

Juniper laughs again, the sound sharp and cruel. “She’s in shock, baby. Maybe we should help her out of her misery,” she says mockingly, then pulls Tyler into another kiss right in front of her.

That’s when Meadow realizes this isn’t a mistake. This isn’t a sudden betrayal. It’s a plan.

Her sister had known exactly what she was doing. She had tracked Meadow down, learned about the wedding, and swooped in like a vulture to destroy what little happiness she had built. The matching outfit, the fake check-in — all of it was deliberate.

The pain turns into rage. Her tears blur her sight, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Every muscle in her body screams at her to turn around, to run far away from the two people who’ve just ripped her soul apart.

But she doesn’t move.

She stands there, trembling, her heart breaking piece by piece as she watches her sister smirk and her fiancé — her almost-husband — stand there unashamed, not even offering a shred of remorse.

Tyler and Juniper exchange a look, and she realizes — they’re enjoying this. They want her to see. To suffer.

Meadow’s hands ball into fists. She feels like she’s watching her life crumble in real time, and there’s nothing she can do but breathe through the ache and pray she doesn’t collapse.

Every part of her screams that this is the moment she loses everything — her trust, her love, her family.

And yet, deep inside, a spark ignites — not of despair, but of something darker. A promise that this won’t be the end of her story.

Because betrayal that deep doesn’t fade. It carves itself into your bones. And Meadow Russell — heartbroken, humiliated, and hollow — walks out of that hotel room knowing one thing for certain.

She will never forgive them.

And one day, they will both pay for what they’ve done.

 

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