"You got it wrong, didn't you, bunny? " Zachary asked, capturing my gaze with the sincerity of his question. "In a Dom/Sub relationship, there is not only a scenario based on beatings, pinching, pins inserted under the skin, or abuse. The Sub does not obey his Gift because he feels inferior or oppressed in some way, on the contrary, the protection and security that his owner offers him is enough to fulfill an order without realizing his origin. This is the part of trust. "I felt the heat slip to the base of my spine when he moved the glass away from my hands, holding them between his calloused and hot palms. I hadn't realized how much the drink had frozen my fingers. "Attractation is what keeps the Sub ready for any activity of its owner, immediately."So, it's not always just about pain? "I hated how my voice sounded low, but not even clearing my throat I could feel any firmness in my words."No" His tone of voice was a deep baritone, enveloping each letter like a seductive shadow. "

Letting the bartender prepare his extravagant drink, I turned on the stool and stared at the salon. My eyes didn't focus on a single place for a long time, fearing that someone would misinterpret it and think it was a flirtation. So, he came back.His walk stood out above all the occupants of the area, and the space was unobstructed so that he could pass. In the distance, the traces of his face were even firmer, accompanied by a penetrating look. He approached a few seconds later, smiling. He was the most perfect definition of contradiction."Are you an instructor? "I asked, avoiding shaking my knees that were so close to his legs. I could feel the heat of her body passing to mine, the contact of her leather pants against my naked skin slipping into a need to be closer."No, but I help beginners during the weekends. "He replied, gently moving my hair away with both hands. "I always avoid the problems that newbies can cause, even if I end up solving all of them.I put my lips into my m

The next day I certainly wouldn't remember your taste anymore. Or how your beard scratched my skin deliciously for each of your kisses. Much less the feeling of his warm and large hands around my thin waist. I wouldn't remember, no.When he held my face and threw a final kiss at me, I felt my lower lip tremble and my whole skin burn, whether by distance or by the small approach, I didn't know. My eyes almost didn't stay open, sleepy by the growing excitement. My body pulsed by the desperate beats of my heart, and my skin was loaded with sensitivity at every point where her hands focused, a soft caress that left me on alert, completely connected." Lower the top of your dress to your waist" your tone was still dangerously hard, sexy, and I immediately corresponded to the request.My fingers crashed into the icy material, and I realized how close it was to a combustion. The zipper slipped smoothly, leaving a suggestive gap between my heavy breasts. I had to arch my back to get space ins

A low laugh trembled against my stomach when he watched me contain another moan, and grabbed my left breast, using his free hand to caress the right. He hit my sensitive point, sending a splash of blood to rumble in my ears, heat making me a living hot lava.I could hear myself panting, and I felt my eyes pressed against the tears that symbolized my limit. The heat flashed, and I waved, dancing against the hand that produced clicks in contact with my wet region. The tongue gently surrounded my nipple, sending tickling twinges that crossed with my torment, popping my body.Every movement of his fingers pushed me close, and the leather ties stuck in my hair when my body slid, involuntarily, to meet the pressure built above my control. Zachary pulled his hand slowly, pushing another finger. My hips followed her stabs, and the stunning thickness caused the contraction in my vagina, breaking me into a violent, intense orgasm.My vision flashed, and before it ended, I found Zachary's look u

I bit my smile, lightly squeezing the bony hand that was offered to me. “ Camila.”I never said my last name, and I knew there weren't many people interested in knowing. Especially men.Tyler cleared his throat lightly, drawing my attention with a discretion that was far from impeccable. "Charlie is an event producer, and wants to use the nightclub as a private party for a friend. Can you help?Kendall didn't give me time to answer. “ Of course!Tyler shook his head slightly as he looked at me, and I had not understood the reason for his laughter, until Kendall bypassed the counter and monopolized Charlie's attention.Five minutes. Just five minutes of conversation and I began to notice a different intonation in his voice. Kendall asked a question about his work, and he gestured without sparing exaggeration, completely undoing the serious pose he had kept in the presence of Tyler. His eyes did not find mine at any time, even when I evaluated him indiscreetly. When he landed one hand on