LOGIN"Get on your knees" The last time I heard that was nineteen years ago. Close to two decades. Over the legal age. And here I am, hearing it and doing so because I couldn't tame my mouth. I move slowly, sliding off the chair and onto the hardwood. The floor is cold through my jeans, and within seconds, my knees starts to ache. Banks doesn't move a muscle. He doesn't look away. He remain perfectly still, watching me. I expect to feel sham, rage. A desperate need to call bullshit and storm out. But I feel none of that. Instead, a hum of sheer anticipation buzz through my veins. It's a hunger I can't explain. A desire for his touch, for the next order. I'm terrified I might actually drip onto his floor right then and there. "Eyes on me." Damn I snap my gaze to his. The warm ambient light cast a sort of soft mist between us, narrowing my entire universe down to his face. He have strong, perfectly manicured eyebrows and a very short haircut, But enough to grab. I grind my teeth to su
RULES FOR SUB 1- ๐๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข ๐ด๐บ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ (๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐จ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ) 2 - ๐๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ 3 - ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ. (๐๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ) ๐๐น๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ 4 - ๐๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต (๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐น๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ). ๐๐ถ๐ต๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ. 4- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ 5- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ท๐ฐ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ธ๐ญ, ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต, ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ญ?
When I return, Banks is by the drinks section while Sam hover behind him. "This has twelve percent alcohol and tastes like fermented apple," sheโs pitching to a man who owns a vineyard. That said man fucked me. I close my eyes and shake my head "Add it with Greek yogurt," He replies dismissively, walking through another row. I remain standing behind them as I gawk at his broad shoulders. They're wide and he's currently wearing a black shirt and matching pant. He's probably six'four or five. He reaches for something above and his back flexes. Same back that has my scratch marks. I clench my pussy at that dirty image. Then, he turns to me and stares straight past me. "I'm ready" I say adjusting my top and rubbing my palms on my jean pants. He keeps on staring. I look behind me to see what he's looking at. Oud fills my nose and I turn back... his hand grabs my neck and he pulls me into a deep, hot kiss. There goes my privacy. My eyes close involuntarily as I take
ELEANOR POV Fucking a man is an humiliation ritual unless heโs worth something: Beauty, money, influence... or a good dick. Banks has it all and he's quite good with them. All. My request for "time to think" isn't because Iโm looking for a relationship. Men like him don't do "girlfriends." But being his fuck-toy comes with quite the rumor and backlash. First: Johnny, my ex-boyfriend will notice since we work together. Yes- he's my supervisor. We only broke up three weeks ago. Heโll talk about it, namecall me and I'll hate it. Banks supersedes him in every ways no doubt, but Johnny is younger than Banks. Banks is probably in his early forties or late thirties. Second: Men like Banks are brutal. Iโm afraid being his toy means Iโll eventually be expected to "share." Iโve fantasized about a threesome, but with a man who runs casinos and clubs known for "unsavory" deals? Nope. Iโm afraid Iโll be tied into things that aren't pretty. Third: Heโs proven aftercare isn't his
I just came apart without penetration. Really felt my whole body shake โ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ข๐ด๐ฎ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฉ ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ ๐ง๐ถ๐น๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ?โ My ex boyfriend had said multiple times . I lift and look up at Banks, tears threatening to drop. โThankโฆโ I try to appreciate but fall back when he pushes three fingers inside me at once. My hands grab the sheets in response. โFFFFUUUCCK!โ I lift my body, stretch out my legs- sole of my feet dis-arranging the sheet. My head falls on the bed as he rolls his fingers in me while his other hand grab my breast."Mine to destroy" He says, thrusting fast and brutal. Far different from the earlier one. โMastโฆ Ffucckpleaseโ Tears I hold back merge with pleas, as he continue the painful and pleasurable thrust of three fingers in my pussy while fondling my breast like he wants to milk it dry. โDamnโ His curse is deep and rough. Edged with want and impatience. Letting go of my tit, he pull
ELEANOR Iโm not a nun. Iโm not a virgin. So when he looked at me, kissed me and said driver will pick me up- I knew I'm here to get fucked. And here I am, standing in a room that's bathed in deep red lighting. Whips, chains, and cuffs line the walls with toys I've never seen but can't wait to get used on me and a bed so big it needs to be called something grandiose than king-sized bed. He pulls off his shirt, revealing broad, slab-like muscles of his chest that make my mouth water. He walks closer with a gaze that announces I'm about to get feasted on. My breath seizes. Fuck me. He doesn't stop in front of me. Instead, he circles me like a predator, with a whip in his hand. Then, he stops right behind me "Take it off." I guess this is his favorite phrase. I want to ask what, instead I tense as the tip of his whip drags from my neck, down my shoulder, back, and settles between my legs. "Everything, sir?" I canโt see his face clearly in the shadows, but I feel th







