تسجيل الدخولElara POV I knew my role in this life. I knew I was to submit, to be quiet, and to do what my husband said when he said it. I’d been raised that way from birth. It was all I’d ever known. And I kept my mouth shut when I disagreed with any of it. “I’m going to die today,” I said to myself as I stared at my reflection. Today was my wedding day, the first day of my marriage. An arranged one to a cruel, heartless man. I’d heard the countless rumors of Kael Bueneventura before. My mother’s nephew. He was a killer, a torturer. He reveled in being brutal and vicious. And now I was going to be tied to him for the rest of my life. My gown was nothing more than a costume for a wedding that was just for show, when the marriage itself was merely based on blood, money, and power. I was a pawn in a deadly chess game. The mouse for a hungry feline. “Look happy, Elara, or you’ll ruin t
My irritation was still strong within me over the arranged marriage, and I’d use that frustration tonight. I’d purge it from my system. We’d gotten to one nightclub we owned ten minutes ago and made our way down to the basement. Once in the bowels of the club, I stepped through the open doorway the Family used for less savory endeavors that needed handling. I saw several of my men already in the room, some with splatters of blood on their shirts, others wearing sadistic grins. I stopped when I was a few feet into the space. The door shut behind me, sealing me in with my men and the rat. I zeroed in on Lorenzo. He was on a chair, his arms tied behind his back, his ankles secured to the legs of the chair with rope. His face was fucked up with a busted lip, blood dripping down his chin, and his eyes nearly swollen shut. They were black and blue, and his nose was crooked after being broken. I could have bitched at the fa
KAEL POV “I’ve found you a suitable wife, Kael,” my father Carlos said lazily to me as he tapped a pen on the top of his office desk. “Good. It’s about time a marriage was arranged,” I replied. I was ready to settle down and start creating heirs. My father—the eldest son of the Bueneventura family—ran our world like the empire it was. My uncle Francisco sat on the other side of my father’s chair and remained silent. Francisco smoothed his hands over his blood-red tie, a smirk on his face. It was clear he wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation at hand. Then again, I could smell the rank pussy all over him. No doubt the two of them had just gotten back from one of the many titty clubs they owned. Probably fucked their way through all the girls. As next in line to run the Bueneventura crime family, I knew it was imperative to have sons who would keep the bloodline intact. “What family
Jennifer's head was thrown back against the back of the booth while her fingers dug frantically at the spot that itched so badly. To help her finish, Ashley and Brooke each took one of her nipples in their mouths and gave her just the stimulation she needed to finish climbing Mt. Cum.Jim joined them as Jennifer slowly calmed down."My replacement will be here in a couple of minutes. I have arranged for some refreshments and champagne to be delivered to the room right away. If you are all ready, you can go ahead. I will join you soon.""Slave, you will suck me clean in the elevator.""Yes, Daddy."The ride was too short for Jennifer. She had never imagined how much she would relish the taste of his hard cock in her mouth. The lingering remnants of his cum added the perfect amount of spice. She looked wildly up at the control panel as the elevator began to slow down. It was too soon. Much too soon. Just in time, her hand found the stop button and halted them until she could finish lick
Jim, set up another round for those gentlemen and make sure they see that you are putting the same cherries on a dish for them. Got it?""Sure thing, Mr. A. May I say, sir, that it is becoming difficult to walk?""How big would you estimate at this point, Jim?""Just a wild guess, but somewhere around 11 or 12 inches would be pretty close.""After you serve the men, make sure you stand close to the girls at the other table and give them plenty of time to decide if they want more drinks. Ok?""Gotcha, Mr. A.""The gentlemen thank you for the drinks, sir, and thank the lady for the cherries. By the way, the ladies at the other table ordered the same as the gentlemen are having.""With or without cherries, Jim?""They specifically ordered them with cherries, sir.""Very well, then we must not disappoint them. Open wide, Jennifer. I will insert these, myself."Jennifer's head was in a spin. The drink she had nearly inhaled had rushed to her brain and the excitement of the things her maste
Jennifer's last hope of escaping without humiliation evaporated as she tried to look carefully around the lobby without appearing to do so. Thankfully, she had received sufficient training from her mother in certain graces that enabled her to comply with his request without making it too obvious. She stepped out of the wispy thong and scooped it up quickly before handing it to him in a small ball."Why Jennifer! These panties are positively wet! You naughty, naughty girl. They smell like you have been creaming in them since we met. You must be dreaming of how exciting it will be when my huge cock tears through your virgin defenses. How big are your tits?"Oh! Would it never end? "They are 38C. I suppose you will want my brassiere next.""No, you can keep that on for a few minutes. It may be more interesting to watch you take that off in the bar.""In the bar? I'm not old enough to drink.""Come with me, slave and don't question what I tell you to do. You did say you were my sex slave,







