“That wasn’t very nice sweetheart.”Unsure of what to say or do all I can do is swallow thickly. Grant taking my silence as an opening to continue with his scolding. “Don’t start something your aren’t ready to finish yet. It’s how people get hurt.”Feeling remorseful, I try to apologize for what I just did only to feel his lips now against my neck. A loud gasp rising as I feel him biting and sucking against the flesh. Almost as if he was starving. Only letting go once he was satisfied with his nice little handy work.A hickey. And not just any hickey either. A massive one that left me feeling sore from that alone. Christ. Is there nothing that these men can’t do to me that leave me feeling sore.Shifting his weight and then his body I soon find myself now back on top of his. His hands adding a few swift smacks to my ass for added measure which only makes me glare at him yet again. A laugh rising to greet me as I move to roll myself away from him.Laughing again by my actions does Gran
Mmm. Have you ever had one of those dreams where things were just starting to get good, real good only for it to be interrupted by a voice? Ya, well that’s what’s happening right here, right now.“Wakey, Wakey Agapi (Love)”Groaning, I try to ignore the warm rich velvety tone of a males voice as I attempt to go back into my wonderful dream by snuggling into what I was assuming was a nice soft pillow only for the said pillow to move which causes me to become more self-aware of my surrounding.My once soft pillow actually belonging to that of a rock hard chest. My mind instantly snapping back to where I was and instantly remember Grant. My body practically now on top of his as I slowly wake up more.Morning wood now poking at my inner thigh as a blush begins to rise as I soon realize just how close it was to almost touching my now bare ass. A certain someone by the name of Alex, cough, had decided on dressing me in a nightgown and thong.Items that should be considered illegal by most s
Desires I weren’t even sure what to do with if I was being totally honest with myself.But while these attractions, my attractions, for these Greek like Gods grew, the more I knew that I wanted them and only them. But… that also didn’t mean I wasn’t going to be a brat to them every once and a while and give them total hell. Nope. Because let’s face the facts that were clear as day, I wasn’t someone who took complete obedience well and if you didn’t want to believe me then all you had to do was ask my parents and they would willingly agree to it as well.Obedience was not something I was very fond of doing and while it naturally came with ease for some people, it wasn’t exactly the case with me. Nor did I think it ever would, for there would always be a small part of me that would always disobey them when I could, so it was only a matter of when and where and how I went about doing it before it completely pissed them off.Smirking to myself, I move to put down the pen just as one of th
Upon wanting to believe him do I move to see something else that was labeled as CNC or Consent Non Consent. Curious, I moved to further read what it truly meant. The example being one if they kidnapped a person against they’re better judgement, and I couldn’t help but snort as I roll carefully my eyes. Typical. A part of me now curious to see how this would fit into the sexual fantasy area as I move to check on maybe.Yet, when coming across Poly Penetration (Vaginal, Anal, and Oral) I instantly felt heat begin to rise between my legs. My panties slowly becoming wet with a need to be touched as I sat there thinking of each of them filling me up within all three of my holes. My pussy, ass and mouth with their enormous cocks which only sends another wave of heat rushing through me instead.Fuck… I was definitely horny now and needed them to release the tension that was steadily rising between my legs. Except, I knew I had to wait until I finished with this checklist before I could even
Blink. Blink. Blink. Taking a couple of minutes to refocus my mind do I slowly move over to my “Checklist” as Alex had so graciously put it as that would help them to better understand my sexual preferences.Not that they needed help with that because each of them were well diverse in knowing just how inexperienced I was in that subject as a whole.Glancing towards the papers I slowly notice that each topic had three little boxes for me to check off. One for Yes. One for No. And one for Maybe. They even gave me a section for me to add notes if I had wanted to.Now moving to chew upon my bottom lip do I decide it was best to address one of the guys before diving headfirst into this new uncharted territory. Not wanting to bite off more than I could chew, I move to speak out.“Hey Tony?”Hearing his name does Tony move to look over at me. His eyes slowly locking with mine before he moves to answer me. “Yes, Principessa (Princess)?”“Um…” hesitating slowly I’m suddenly not sure how to ask
When finishing the first set of normal rules and responsibilities of our BDSM dynamics do I slowly move onto the next set of rules, roles that are more designed towards me and what I can and cannot do while in my dominant's presence. My heart suddenly thumping against my chest as I move to read my next set of rules. Rule 1 – The submissive in question must always show respect to but not limited to all other Mafia and Business-related associates, Security personnel and guests when present. It is also required that the submissive when appropriate, uses the correct titles or sir when speaking. Rule 2 - The submissive must always address their dominants by their proper title unless told differently. Rule 3 – When being in the public eye or talking to another dominant it's okay to address them by their actual name. Rule 4 – Always use words. No head nodding. Rule 5 – Communication is key. Always communicate with your dominants when it comes down to your feelings, thoughts and or desi