Pretty Devil
Maddy worked at an exclusive underground club, always hidden behind a sleek black mask. One night, a wealthy client approached her with a filthy fantasy , he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to be her complete slave.
He took her to his luxury penthouse, while she shoved her soaked pussy onto his face and rode his tongue until she came, then mounted his cock and used him mercilessly, slapping and choking him while denying his orgasm until he begged like a broken whore. Even after she quit the club and started a new corporate job, she kept hooking up with him. One day, she walked into the CEO's office... and froze. Her new boss was the same man.
By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
This book is unapologetically nasty and graphic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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Chapter 3
They stepped out of the bathtub, water still dripping from their bodies. Maddy's black mask remained firmly in place, hiding her identity as always. She picked up a towel and started drying herself, clearly preparing to leave.
"Wait," Reeves pleaded, his voice desperate as he stood half naked before her. "Can we do this often? Just you and I? I really enjoy your services... I need this."
Maddy paused and stared at him through the mask, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "You know it goes beyond our policy. If you need me, you have to come to the club like everyone else. We can't be hooking up secretly outside of that."
He stepped closer, eyes filled with longing. "I'll pay any amount you want," he begged. "All I want is to be able to call you personally and have you come whenever I need you. Please, Mummy... just think about it."
Maddy tilted her head, studying him for a long moment, her expression unreadable under the mask, then shook her head slowly.
"No. That's not how this works," she said firmly. "I don't do personal calls or secret arrangements. If you want me, you come to the club like every other client."
Reeves looked desperate, his voice almost breaking. "Please... I'll pay whatever it takes. I need this. I need you."
She sighed, clearly annoyed, but after a pause she extended her hand. "Give me your phone."
He quickly handed it over. Maddy took it, typed in her private number, and saved the contact before tossing the phone back to him.
"Fine," she said coldly. "But this stays between us, my colleagues or boss shouldn't find out, And if you ever try anything stupid, I disappear."
She looked at him with sharp eyes. "Do I need to ask your name?"
"No!" he responded quickly, almost too fast. "Save my name with whatever you want."
Maddy smirked behind the mask and nodded. "Good choice, slave."
Maddy turned and began walking toward the door ,she grabbed her coat placing it above her body as she put on her heels she took off before stepping into the restroom.
"Wait... wouldn't you spend the night?" Reeves insisted, his voice almost pleading. "It's already so late."
She let out a light, amused chuckle. "I'm a stripper, baby. I'm used to the dark."
"But still... stay," he begged, stepping closer.
Maddy suddenly snapped, turning back to face him with sharp eyes behind the mask.
"Look," she said firmly, "we bargained for two hours. That's what you paid for. I need to get back to work before my boss notices I'm gone."
Maddy turned away without another word and walked out of the luxurious penthouse, leaving Reeves standing half-naked with only a white towel wrapped low around his waist. He watched her go, his body still buzzing with need, already craving more of her.
Maddy got out of the elevator, got into her car then drove straight back to the club. She was glad Vanessa, her closest friend at Velvet Eclipse, had been feeding her updates the entire time. Thanks to her, Maddy knew exactly what was happening back at the club.
She smiled to herself as she sped through the night streets. Vanessa hadn't sent any warning about the boss, which meant he wasn't around tonight. Perfect!
Maddy quickly sneaked into the club through the back entrance, glancing around to make sure no one important was watching. She slipped off the long coat she had thrown over her body, revealing the sexy black lace bodysuit underneath, and tossed the robe into her locker.
Her eyes scanned the dimly lit backstage area until she spotted Vanessa. A wide, excited smile spread across her face as she hurried over to her friend.
"Vanessa!" Maddy whispered excitedly, grabbing her arm and pulling her into a quieter corner. "Girl, you won't believe how the night went with that wealthy cl-
She suddenly stopped mid-sentence when she noticed Vanessa's face wasn't bright at all. Her friend looked tense and worried.
"What's wrong, Nes?" Maddy questioned in shock, her smile fading instantly.
Vanessa opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, Maddy felt a strong hand suddenly grab the back of her head from behind. With brutal force, the hand slammed her face hard against the cold tiled floor.
"Where the fuck did you go?" a deep, angry voice growled above her as pain shot through her head.
It was Markez - her boss.
Maddy's heart dropped. She slowly lifted her head and stared at Vanessa in shock, eyes wide with betrayal and confusion. Why didn't you tell me he was back? she thought desperately.
Vanessa looked away, clearly terrified and unable to speak.
Maddy knew Markez too well. He was brutal and quick-tempered, someone she had always tried hard not to provoke. She also knew he had a special hatred for her ever since she became the only stripper in the club who refused to sleep with him, despite all his influence and threats.
Markez yanked her up roughly by the arm, forcing her to stand. His grip was painful as he glared down at her.
"I asked you a question, Maddy," he snarled. "Where the hell were you?"
"I was-" Maddy began before Markez cut her off sharply.
"You were where?" he snapped, tightening his grip on her shoulders again, fingers digging in like he wanted to anchor her in place through pain alone. "You're always everywhere slacking."
Maddy's breath hitched but she didn't lower her gaze,the pain on her arm was unbearable. Maddy pushed him away hard, breaking his grip as she stepped back, breathing sharply.
"What the fuck did you just do?" he questioned in anger, his voice rising as his eyes darkened.
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8.7
Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog.
Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door.
Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors.
"She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!"
Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred.
He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital.
He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth.
When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid.
But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped.
Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark.
It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away.
How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince?
Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.
9.5
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept.
For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage.
One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child.
I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius.
Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me.
The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.
8.4
Elia was an orphan from the rust belt, taken in by the wealthy Chapman family in New York.
To them, she was just a shameful charity case.
The parents shoved her into a dusty storage closet, treating their other daughter Geri like a delicate princess, and mocked Elia as uneducated trash.
When Elia secured her own admission to Manhattan Elite Prep, Geri's jealousy turned vicious.
Geri orchestrated a massive smear campaign, posting anonymously on the school forum that Elia was a violent dropout who sold her body to a sugar daddy to pay tuition.
In the cafeteria, the school's elite dumped dirty milk on Elia's food.
They called her a whore and told her to go back to the streets, while Geri watched from afar with a victorious, innocent smile.
They thought she was just a helpless stray dog who would easily break under their high-society cruelty.
They had no idea she was actually "L", the dark web's most feared hacker, and "The Surgeon", a genius medical anomaly.
They also didn't know she was currently tracking a dying Wall Street billionaire who had stolen her only necklace in a dark alley.
What made these arrogant rich kids think they could destroy a girl who played with international firewalls for fun?
Instead of crying, Elia calmly pulled out her phone.
Within seconds, she breached the school's server, locking every screen in the building onto a blood-red skull.
As Geri's own recorded voice plotting the fake rumors blasted through the PA system, Elia grabbed her bag, stepping back into the shadows to reclaim what was hers.
8.0
My wedding was tomorrow. I was a crisis counselor who had finally found peace with my loving fiancé, Dexter, and my best friend, Barbara.
A late-night call about a forced marriage led me to a hotel penthouse, where I found them naked in bed together.
It was all a cruel, three-year "savior game." They were bored heirs, and I was their project. They destroyed my career, caused me to lose our baby, and put my mother in the hospital.
They forced me to be a bridesmaid at their wedding-the one that should have been mine.
In front of hundreds of guests, they exposed my traumatic past and then tried to marry me off to a drunken stranger as a joke.
As I stood there, broken, a text from Barbara arrived.
"Your mother saw the livestream. She had a heart attack. She's not going to make it."
With nothing left, I ran to the 20th-floor window and jumped. They thought they had erased me. But my death was just the beginning.
9.2
I was a broke freelance copywriter, tortured for three sleepless nights by an impossible corporate client.
Needing to vent, I typed out a wild, highly inappropriate rant mocking the brand's stiff heritage.
But in my exhausted, sleep-deprived blur, I accidentally sent the massive block of text to the wrong chat.
The recipient wasn't my friend. It was Emerson Beard, the elite, ruthless brand consultant I was supposed to desperately network with.
I waited for the professional execution, terrified of the massive five-figure penalty fee hanging over my head.
Instead, he didn't block me. He critiqued my unhinged draft.
He saved my career through late-night, encrypted phone calls, his deep, commanding voice becoming my only lifeline.
But when I heard a woman with a sultry French accent knocking on his hotel door during our call, my ugly jealousy flared.
I yelled at him and hung up, completely humiliating myself.
I thought I was just a pathetic, annoying workaholic interrupting his romantic getaway.
But he texted back to clarify he was entirely single, and in the process, realized I was actually twenty-five, not a fresh-out-of-school teenager like he had assumed.
The cold, distant mentor instantly vanished.
In his place was a man radiating a raw, aggressive, and predatory energy that bled right through the screen.
"Texting is too inefficient. The full integration requires face-to-face communication."
He dropped a location pin for an ultra-exclusive Manhattan club, demanding I meet him to save my contract.
Wearing a desperately bought emerald silk dress, I pushed open the heavy oak door, stepping right into the trap of a man who had just taken off his leash.
7.2
Dr. Kylee Mcdonald was a brilliant medical examiner whose life was defined by cold, mechanical precision.
But that perfect control shattered when her phone rang in the middle of an autopsy.
It was her best friend, Dana, whispering their old college distress code.
"Curtain call."
By the time Kylee and Detective Justice kicked down Dana's door, she lay dead on her couch, her skin a horrifying cherry-red from cyanide.
The crime scene was clumsily staged to frame a billionaire suitor, but soon, every single suspect linked to Dana turned up violently dead.
Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer.
But the encrypted truth Kylee uncovered was far more chilling.
Dana had been severely abused by her boyfriend, and driven to the edge, she manipulated him into murdering their tormentors before executing him and taking her own life.
To avoid a public scandal, the police chief buried Dana's brilliant, terrifying manifesto.
Kylee's flawless mind short-circuited. She was a genius at reading the dead, so why had she been completely blind to the living hell her best friend endured right in front of her?
Three days later, while attending a formal gala to numb her grief, a nearby apartment building exploded in flames.
As Kylee examined the charred bodies pulled from the rubble, she realized the male victim was strangled long before the fire started.
She looked at the surviving mother, whose baby had just died in the blast, but the woman's eyes were completely, terrifyingly empty.
The alarm bells in Kylee's meticulously ordered brain began to chime, signaling that a new, deadly script had just begun.