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もっと見るCharlesHer permission hits every nerve in my body. I cum hard across the red sheets, pulsing in her fist while she milks every drop out of me. My arms pull against the cuffs. A long, broken groan tears out of my throat. The orgasm rips through me so intensely my vision spots for a second. When it finally fades I am left trembling, ass still in the air, cum cooling under me.She releases my cock and wipes her hand on my thigh, spreading the mess.“Good boy. You did good. Although, you still look a little proud and we will fix that.”She unclips the wrist cuffs and steps back. I stay on my knees, breathing hard, face burning with a mix of shame and leftover pleasure.“Get off the bed and crawl to me.”She walks to a low armchair in the corner and sits, legs parted. I drop to the floor. The chain drags under me as I crawl across the cool surface until I am between her knees. My own cum is still sticky on my stomach.“Mouth,” she says. “And keep your eyes on me while you work.”I lean in
Charles A sharp beep cuts through the quiet of my apartment. I reach for my phone. One new private message sits at the top. The sender is ScarQueen.I open it.Charl27, You have been selected as the winner of this month’s raffle. You will spend the next twenty-four hours under my direct control. Wear only black boxer briefs and an open white button-down shirt. Nothing else, no socks or shoes. Reply immediately with your current address. If you're ready. Do not make me wait. My pulse jumps hard enough that I feel it in my throat. I type my address with shaking thumbs and hit send. Then I strip and pull on exactly what she ordered. The shirt hangs open. The briefs sit low. I pace for nearly two hours, checking the window again and again.The knock finally comes.I open the door. Two large men stand there in plain black clothes with broad shoulders and calm faces.“Are you Charl27?,” the taller one asked.“Ye… Yes” I said, unable to hide the excitement in my voice.“Scarlett
CharlesI swing my legs out of bed and stand. The night shorts cling to my skin, cold and sticky. I peel them off, ball them up, and walk straight to the bathroom. The dream still sits behind my eyes. Her voice saying “not yet.” The exact weight of her on my chest. The way her cunt gripped me when she bottomed out.I turn the shower on hot and step under the spray. Water runs down my back. I soap myself clean and try to think about the morning meeting instead. The numbers on the quarterly report. The client call at ten. Anything else.Her palm lands on the back of my neck again. Twack. Heat across my ass. I scrub harder.I shut the water off, dry myself, and dress for work. Shirt. Tie. Trousers. The ordinary armor. In the kitchen I make coffee and drink it standing at the counter. The apartment is quiet. Outside the window the city is already moving. I tell myself it was just a dream. Your mind do that sometimes. It means nothing.Her hips roll. The wet slap of skin. “Stay still, do no
Charles“Crawl to me”I crawl across the floor on my hands and knees, naked, toward Scarlett. The cool air brushes over my skin. My cock hangs heavy between my thighs, already half hard just from the sound of her heels. She sits in the high-backed chair, legs crossed, like she owns the room and me with it. Black heels tapping once against the floor.“Closer,” she says.I move faster with knees scraping and my palms press into the rug. When I reach her feet I stop and wait, head down, eyes on the toes of her shoes.“Look at me.”I lift my face, her eyes are dark and steady. She uncrosses her legs and plants both feet on the floor, spreading them just enough that I can see the smooth skin of her inner thighs under the short dress.“You did well,” she says. “But you still look too proud. Crawl around me once, slowly.”I obey. Circling her chair on all fours, the weight of her gaze follows me. When I complete the circle she stops me with a single word.“Stay.”She stands. The dress rides u
MilaWe flirted more as the wine warmed me. His hand brushed my knee and stayed there. I let him, enjoying the light touch.The sun was setting when dark clouds rolled in and rain suddenly poured down.“Oh no, come on!” Jason laughed, quickly grabbing the basket. We gathered everything and ran back
Sean I closed the door to my bedroom and leaned against it, the wood cool against my back. My heart was still beating heavier than normal. What the hell had just happened? I sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair, replaying the scene in Mila’s room. She had been so defiant at f
Mila I did exactly as I was ordered, pressing my face into his leg, but I could feel the heat of his palm hovering over my thighs. He was right. This might be even more torturous than having his hands on my ass, smacking me like I'm some child. “I have tried so hard to get along with you,” he
Mila The party was alive the second I walked in. Bass from the speakers vibrated through my chest, mixing with the smell of spilled beer, sweet perfume, and weed smoke curling in the air. Colored lights flashed over bodies packed tight on the dance floor. God it felt so good to be back here, wit
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