Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 10
ORIADE
👙👠R£CKL£SS👠👙
→ Out•Of•Control ←
____________
[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]
____________
Copyright © 2026
By Naomi Cindy B.
CHAPTER 10.
★
—
[Elite2 Hotel]
Max is inside the bathroom, and Kehlani sat in bed, n@ked.
Except for the bra covering her Brë@šts, she’s totally nude. Her clean-shaven pvssy is wet for Max already. Crying, weeping hard.
She held a remote, and with it, she changed the lights from bright fluorescent to red showers.
Then she picked another remote to turn on the television.
Not a movie. Not music. It’s a sèggz video of her and Max.
For sick pleasure reasons, they love recording themselves during sèggz to watch together later.
She shifted in bed when the video began playing. Max is laying in bed, and his curvy covk is in her mouth.
She knelt straddled on him in bed, going six-nine, so while she sucked his cóvk, he ate her pvxxy.
Kehlani hasn’t watched for one minute at all when she came on the bedspread, soaking the sheets, and she had to tighten her legs together.
Her hips bucked on nothing. She rubbed her laps together again, her pvxxy breathing uncontrollably.
She feels too empty without him, and when she witnessed herself squ1rting on Max’s face in the video…she couldn’t watch alone anymore.
She had to pause it.
“Max! You’re keeping me waiting!” She shouted impatiently.
“One minute, baby!” Max replied from the bathroom.
Then she sighted his phone beside the pillow, and she was tempted to pick.
They trust each other so much, so they have each other’s passwords.
She’s not the curious type, but something just feels off tonight.
She unlocked the phone and went to his IG messages.
Nothing suspicious.
She went to Whatsapp.
Nothing suspicious.
His phone messages and his call logs.
Nothing suspicious.
Now she feels bad for having this thought, so she just dropped the phone when he came out of the bathroom nakedly.
“Hey, you took so long…” She crawled to him on the bed.
“Was taking my time to calm, so you get the best fuvk tonight.” He replied, and she chuckled, going down on him. She kissed his cóvk shaft.
That was the only act she could do before she was flipped like a coin.
Her body met the soft mattress heavily, and she was blindfolded with a black strip of clothe.
A gag ball entered her mouth, tied at the back of her head together with the blindfold, then her legs and arms were spread out to every side of the bed, and they were chained.
Now she’s a starfish in bed. No hidden parts, no secrets.
She smiled beneath her blindfold, her excitement unbridled. The gag ball wasn’t enough to hide her joy.
“Oh… baby, you have no idea what’s in for your gorgeous body tonight,” Max promised, his excitement matching hers as he unboxed a brown v1brator. Sleek and big like a hellbound gift for sinners.
The chains on Kehlani’s arms strained as he inserted the v1brator into her, inch by inch.
Girth by Girth.
She Mõ@ned, her body getting madly attuned, madly turned on.
Horny like a slvt.
But the gag ball in her mouth ate the Mõ@n for dinner, stopping it from coming out. Her breaths turned cold, her chest pounded.
The feeling of being bare only for him, feeling of nudeness, leaving him in total control with the blindfold on her face and the gag between her teeth. That intense feeling of vulnerability made her anticipate for more.
She dripped, rivalling a fountain. Her body pressed to the mattress as the last inch of the v1brator entered her.
“I made sure I got it in the size of my covk, so don’t panic, baby. I won’t hurt you…” He assured.
She nodded, and as Max turned on the v1brator in her, she pulled against the chains, wanting to Mõ@n, to move, to scream, but she couldn’t.
She jerked, legs pulling against the chains, arms dragging against the metals, her calves threatening to tear into the mattress.
She trembled, shivered, shook.
The low sound of the v1brator hummed darkly, and Max smiled delightfully, watching his beautiful masterpiece.
His girl—at his mercy.
His intense moment was interrupted by a beep on his phone though.
He took the phone, seeing the message preview….
• It’s Elmira, My n1pples are aching for you mout…
That was all he saw in the preview on the lock screen.
He didn’t bother to unlock the phone to read the full before he switched off the phone completely.
He threw it somewhere, then he returned his attention to his girl.
He got rid of her br@ and brought it to his cóvk. He began Fuçkin the br@, watching the v1brator sink and re-sink inside her hole.
They both went wild.
No restraints. No control. No boundaries.
He came hotly on her br@, and her juices lubricated the v1brator.
When the vibrator finally slid out of Kehlani’s hungry cvnt, his cóvk slid inside, and the gag ball left her mouth.
“I love you….” She Mõ@ned, sweetly and loudly without holding back. “I love you Max. I love you…mmm!”
“I love you, Lani…. Ouuugg!” Max groaned, wetting her pvxxy with his cvm, slapping her laps with his covk before sliding inside her again.
“Fuçkin…. geez!!”
—
[Montana Mansion]
Anita stayed awake till Stacy came back. Zendaya followed her home—she’s spending the night here.
They all settled in the living room to watch modelling reruns.
Anita made popcorn for them, plus hot cocoa with milk streaks.
“How did the party go? I saw the bottle throw from the Remo guy.” Anita asked them.
“News fly too fast in this LA,” Stacy replied, sighing as she pushed a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
Stacy is territorial about Anita, so she’s the only one sitting with the woman on her couch.
Zendaya sat on another couch opposite them.
“You heard the news already, Anita?” Zendaya asked, admiring her studded nails.
“Any news involving the students of RIDE sell very fast yunno, and then it involved Stacy—Albert Montana’s daughter. It also involved Dorian Wesley—the celebrity singer,. Of course it’d leap to the sky.” Anita said.
“Tania said Dorian saved me from the bottle only because he wanted to chase clout with it, and Tania was right. Enter my IG and look at the picture I posted before going for the party. Diamonds are there again, dragging me for getting saved by their Riri.” Stacy hissed.
“They’re toxic folks. I don’t like that fanbase for real,” Zendaya shrugged, pulling her skirt to cover her big laps.
“They already dragged you for what happened at the concert, but you’re not affected by their dragging, so if Dorian wanted to chase clout, I don’t think he’d do it through your dragging again. He probably saved guy cos he wanted to,” Anita replied, and Stacy gave her a stare.
“You’re a Diamond… You’re his fan! I forgot you listen to his songs—With You, At Night, Don’t You Dare, Kiss Me!… those romance titles of his songs are all-over your room. Of course you’d defend him!”
“I didn’t say that cos I’m his fan. I’m too old to lie to you.” Anita said.
“I believe Anita,” Zendaya smiled.
“Oh stop it, Zen!” Stacy threw a popcorn at her.
“Stay!” Zendaya laughed.
“So you’re saying he saved me out of the goodness of his heart? Well I don’t care… If he did it to hear thank you from me, then he failed. I’m not gonna Fuçkin thank him” Stacy declared and lay on the couch.
She placed her head on Anita’s laps, and Anita began stroking her hair.
“Of course you’re unapologetic like the Cove guy…I know you.” She said.
“No… Anita. Don’t Fuçkin compare me to that garage boy! Don’t even mention that one. I h@të him more than Dorian!” Stacy flared.
The mere mention of Dorian made Zendaya’s heart flutter. She held the popcorn bowl with her tighter.
Anita chuckled slowly, and they focused back on the modelling rerun they were watching.
Ten minutes went by without words. Just Stacy’s head on Anita’s laps, Anita’s hands in Stacy’s hair, Zendaya’s thought about Cove, and the low volume of the television.
Anita stared at Stacy’s face throughout.
“Your dad once considered signing you with a modelling agency. I can’t believe you chose Mass Comm over modelling. You have insane face card, Stacy.” She talked again.
No answer from Stacy, so the woman stared down to see she’s asleep already.
Even Zendaya is asleep on the other couch too.
“That was fast,” Anita muttered.
Then… slowly without noise, she lifted Stacy into her arms.
Her small stature made it easy.
“Daya?” She called softly.
Sensitively, Zendaya woke up.
Anita carried Stacy upstairs, and Zendaya followed, wishing her dreams tonight would be filled with just one face.
Cove’s.
—
[Dorian’s Mansion]
The television is still on, and it’s nearly all about Dorian in the entertainment news.
Angela is the only one present, watching with a smile on her face.
Her ringing phone was what made her look away from the tv screen.
It’s Dorian’s mom calling.
Mrs. Wesley.
Actually, Mrs. Wesley is Angela’s tight friend, which is why it felt safe to allow Angela be Dorian’s manager.
She talked to the mother for five minutes, and immediately she dropped the phone, Dorian entered the room, wearing glasses.
He held his songbook, and the glasses gave him a billionaire signature look….the kind that’d make it to the cover of Forbes.
He’s beautiful.
“I watched you fall asleep twenty minutes ago, Rian!” Angela stood.
“Couldn’t sleep, so I woke up” He replied, and she immediately rushed to him, touching his face, neck, arms, chest. Everyplace.
“I’m not sick, Angel. Suck it up.” Dorian groaned, taking his seat.
“Then you should be taking all the rest you can. You have a concert on Friday,” Angela sighed.
“Is that me on TV?” He frowned, staring.
An ad of him modelling for Celine is on TV right now cos besides music, he’s a model too.
“Of course it’s you! You’ve been on the billboard since you made your appearance two days ago. Tv hot news, entertaining covers, magazines, radios, commercials…street posters, airports, stores and bus stations. You’re everywhere and you’re asking? Are you even aware that you’re a celebrity?” Angela complained.
Dorian grinned.
“No…for real. You forget that fact too much, which is why you went to that garage to meet that poor boy. You even went with him to a party where you caught a bottle and stopped it from hitting Stacy…same girl who ruined your concert.” Angela stood.
“In my defense, I’d still catch that bottle if i went back in time. You know I can’t stand blood.” He replied, stroking his brows with the cover of his pen.
“You’re so impossible,” Angela rested her hands on her hips. “Then you need as much rest as you can. You’re fully busy next week.. from tv appearances to modelling shoots and ad shoots and fan meets and your ice time on skating. Your classes are packed too! I’ll have to cut your gym session at this rate.”
“I know, and I’m pumped for it. Can you get me a glass of water?” Dorian replied craftily.
Angela left to get it, and Dorian picked his phone.
He was lip syncing as he clicked IG.
Stacy Montana. Her handle is Stay-Cee.
As expected, her comments section is filled with intense h@të from his Diamonds fandom again.
He scrolled down, checking comments on her initial posts.
Even before Diamonds began attacking her, she’s got handful of h@tërs in her comments section.
He’s seeing comments like…
• Am I the only one praying for her father’s death? I wanna see how she’d handle poverty.
• No one h@tës this girl more than me. Her pride is irritating.
• Why the hell is she posting her closet? Keep it to yourself!
Dorian relaxed on his couch, his brows twitching.
“h@tërs? No. They’re just madly jealous.” He muttered.
—
[Three Days Later, Zendaya’s Mansion]
All Glitz members are present, preparing for campus.
In front of the mirror, Stacy stood, checking her face out.
Zendaya is in front of another mirror, checking her belly out.
Tania sat on a chair, but her legs are stretched to the bed. She’s staring at her phone like she’s waiting for an important news.
Tasha is busy reading and applying glitter lipstick at the same time.
Kehlani? She’s busy chatting Max.
So there’s silence as everyone’s busy, but Stacy was the first to talk.
“Does anyone else think my lips are losing it’s pinkness? Do I have to apply balm?”
“People who have it all are still the greediest. You have naturally pink lips, and it hasn’t reduced in shade since I met you, so shush, Stay-Cee!” Kehlani replied without looking up from her phone.
“So I’m allowed to talk about my own tummy? I don’t overeat, still, my tummy won’t get flat. I have to wear tummy belt always and it’s frustrating,” Zendaya said.
“Drink aloe Vera gel,” Tasha said, looking up from her book.
“Hell with you!” Zendaya shot.
Tasha laughed.
“Why am I not hearing Tania?” Stacy faced the footballer.
“This week is the only week of idleness, y’all know it. We didn’t even have up to four classes this week, but it ends next week. Monday alone we already have five classes I’m about to die just thinking about it! Nothing freaks me out than classes!” Tania complained.
“Nothing pumps me high than classes, sounds like a YOU issue.” Tasha laughed.
Tania smirked.
“Isn’t next week the Freshmen Party?” Kehlani asked.
“Yeah but it’s for freshmen. We aren’t freshmen.” Zendaya shrugged.
She’s currently taking pictures of herself wearing only her bra tube. Her big breàsts are breathtaking.
“And next week is also the Mixer. The Mixer at the beginning of every semester. That one’s for everyone so don’t worry, we’ll still have one day of fun next week.” Stacy said.
“Tonight is Dorian’s rescheduled concert,” Tasha announced.
“I ruined his concert, but he somehow saved me from Remo’s bottle, so I’ll be at his concert to give him a gift. It’s a genuine gift I’m sure he’d like.” Stacy smiled.
“Wh@tëver you’re planning in that head of yours is surely not anything good. No wonder Cove can’t stand you,” Tania teased.
“Stop! Why does everybody compare me to him? Not making sense.” Stacy rolled eyes.
“Remove his garage boy image, he’s actually hella hot,” Tasha said.
“You did not just say that!” Stacy ducked her neck forward with glaring question marks on her brows.
“I mean we h@të him, but doesn’t mean we have to put the truth 6ft,” Tasha shrugged.
“Covey Fabio…the name’s hot too, but to me… Dorian is sëxier.” Tania chirped.
“Covey?” Zendaya looked up.
“That’s his full name, dummy.” Tania got down from the bed.
Zendaya smiled.
By now, everyone’s ready.
They left for campus, and Zendaya was the last to step out.
She uploaded her new pictures on her page with the caption…
Crush: C that ends with Y.
—
[Young Mansion]
With a grunt and a long face, Scott rushed down the staircase. His backpack is slung over his shoulder.
Today is the last day of uniform-wearing this semester, he plans to make a good use of it.
Also, today will be the first football practice this semester cos by next week, they’d be entering the new football season.
He didn’t bother waiting for food. He never waits for it.
He walked past Owen by the door, and the woman tried to start a conversation, but he just walked past her before she could form a word.
But…he suddenly turned around and faced her.
“If your life is your priority, then you should leave this mansion with your son, or you’d die exactly how my mum died.” He warned, thick meanness crossing his sight.
“Scott!” Silas hollered loudly, coming downstairs in his slacks and singlet.
Behind him, Kane’s head popped out.
“Three nights ago, you left your stepbrother at the Plaza, and we had to go get him in the morning! You punched him, left him bleeding and wounded, and now you won’t even drive with him to school?” Silas complained.
“Like I asked for a stepbrother. You should be thankful I didn’t kill him in that Plaza,” Scott’s eyes rained fireballs as he talked.
Then he’s heading out of the house.
“Scott!!” Silas yelled.
“I know my way to campus, Mr. Young. It’s not my first time, so don’t stress it out. I’m off.” Kane simply said and left the house too.
Silas heaved, his arms on his sides. “Scott’s giving me migraine,”
“Give him time, you said it yourself….” Owen rubbed his neck, and he nodded.
“I’m trying,”
—
[RIDE University]
At 10am, Dorian drove into the campus, freshly made as ever.
Thanks to Angela and his crew, the school gave him a private park, and he has been using it alone since yesterday.
He climbed out of the car stylishly, his perfume raping the air. After walking for two minutes, he arrived at the students building.
There’s no lectures today, just games.
Football, ice skating, swimming, dancing, golfing and whatnot.
Arriving at the students building—quadrangle, the first person he saw was Cove.
Cove is just arriving too, but he doesn’t look like he’s here for games cos he’s heading to a lecture hall.
“Wizard!” Dorian hollered, quickening his steps.
His guards followed his pace. Dorian is an handful.
“We went to the Plaza together and you’re still as cold as this to me? Ruuude!” Dorian said.
Just before he’d get to Cove, Remo appeared, smiling sickly.
He’s with Frank and Max who leaned on pillars to watch what’s about to go down.
“Told ya, I’d come for you.” Remo grinned at Dorian’s face.
Dorian stepped back.
His guards arrived, caging him and keeping him away from Remo, but Remo already made preparations too. His own guards entered.
He’s a Minister’s son anyways.
He was just about to pronounce mayhem when Stacy and her girls entered the quadrangle.
“Oh good!” Remo laughed louder, pointing. “Albert Montana’s daughter? Up your arse! I want her naked! Tear her handkerchief of a skirt! I want her nude! Face her first!”
“That fool!” Stacy breathed, backing up.
“Knew this idiot would pull a stunt like this,” Kehlani muttered.
“What to do?” Zendaya muttered.
“Run!” The twins snapped.
“But my Brë@šts are too heavy to—”
Zendaya was still complaining when the girls broke into a run across the quadrangle, so she had to follow.
Remo’s notorious guards followed them, but before they could get to the quadrangle exit door where the girls went through, someone shut the door soundly.
It’s Cove. The books he was holding are on the quadrangle floor now.
Dorian smiled in the middle of his guards, and the guards didn’t even know when he jumped out from their middle. He went on top of a table, and from there, he jumped beside Cove who looks like a hellion by that exit door.
By now, the girls have stopped outside, and they’re peeping inside the quadrangle from the window with other students.
“Arses!” Remo spat, moving forward.
His run was fast, but his destruction was faster, cos the moment he arrived at the guys…
Dorian’s blow made his flesh shake, and Cove’s blow knocked air out of his lungs.
TBC.
{{comment.anon_name ?? comment.full_name}}
{{timeAgo(comment.date_added)}}
{{comment.body}}
{{subComment.anon_name ?? subComment.full_name}}
{{timeAgo(subComment.date_added)}}
{{subComment.body}}