We sat in the back pew of the church, our usual Sunday spot, bathed in the glow of the sun rising beyond the stained glass. A rainbow of colors danced across my bare thigh, and the hem of my short dress where His fingers played, quietly, secretly, with no one beside us to see. My…
Author: Harley
| Beast Under the Bed |
The monsters under the bed don’t want to kill. They want to frighten, to bind, to use. They want to take up a fragile human body and wrench from it every scream, every shudder. They want to watch muscles contort and limbs strain, frail bodies struggling against inescapable magic. They want to see horror and…
Punishing His Brat | 3 |
She was curled in the passenger seat, white bathing suit still damp, the smell of salt water in her mussed blonde hair. Her head was down, focused on the Instagram feed on her phone, giggling at a video of puppy yapping at a cat. Her feet – dirty, damp, sandy feet in even dirtier damper…
| Careful |
Content Warning: death, suicide. Loosely inspired by the song Bury a Friend by Billie Eilish. || “Careful. You don’t know who I am.” Of course he didn’t, but he could find out, couldn’t he? The girl with dyed blue hair who danced in the hallway at night, who stared out the window at the city below as…
| Bad Bunny |
Bunny-Girls can get into all kinds of trouble if left alone. Oh, you didn’t know? You thought they were all soft fluff and little button noses? Don’t let those sweet puffball tails fool you: an unsupervised Bunny-Girl is a bored and mischievous one. Nicole, unfortunately, didn’t know this. She thought her Bunny-Girl would be just…
| Mary in the Sky With Diamonds |
The sun was warm on my skin, shimmering with blinding white light on the water around me. As I rose up it melted away over my naked skin, feeling thick as wax but clear as crystal, meandering over every hair and goosebump. Skinny-dipping in this serene place, walled in by trees and watched only by…
Punishing His Brat | 2 |
Kerri had been a very, very naughty girl. That was why she was secured in position on the spanking bench: wrists, ankles and neck locked, restraining her bent over, her bottom bared and utterly vulnerable. That was why she waited there gagged with a bar of soap, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth…
| Dripping Red |
Content Warning: CNC, consensual non-consent play, with explicit consent shown. || My body was taut, bound stretched across the table. The wood slats were smooth, cool beneath my back as I squirmed upon them. I adored feeling the captivity of my chains – cold, hard metal digging into my flesh, heavy and cruel, unbreakable. Digging…
Punishing His Brat | 1 |
She had been pushing his patience all day, and was about to find the end of it. She knew the rules. They had agreed to them, selected them carefully, considered both her well-being and his during the process. As her Dominant, the one she had chosen to give up her power to, certain things required…
A Devil in Hingham | 8 | Devil
| 8 | I positioned myself before the fire: on my hands and knees, legs spread, thighs wet with the primitive enthusiasm of my swollen cunt. After all my fighting and struggling against them, this I did with utter willingness and submission. My Devil had chosen me to reveal himself to, had chosen me to…