Punished By Passion: His Dirty Submissive のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

As soon as I’ve stood up on my feet, Brooks is whisking me away towards the bar.“Hey!” I try to protest. “I’m completely naked—put me down!”He stops dead in his tracks and looks at me with his piercing blue eyes.“Do you want to safeword, baby?”“No,” I mutter. I’m so close to rolling my eyes, but I somehow manage to stop myself.He carries me into the bar and towards a wooden table. The table is completely empty—unlike the vast majority of other tables that are strewn with beer and wings. People are clustered around the table as if they’re waiting for something. A shiver runs up my spine.Brooks carries me all the way to the table and places me gently onto it. I’m left sitting naked, on my ass, on this giant table. A crowd of people are watching and making comments.“Nice tits!”“I’d tap that!”My cheeks heat up as more lewd comments are thrown my way.Brooks is standing on one end of the table, undoing his pants. I look around the room and notice another familiar face—Maverick—com

It’s Saturday evening, and I’m ready for my ceremony. Or, at least, I hope I am. I’m wearing the outfit Cole sent me, and I can’t tell if I look hot or insanely slutty. It’s probably a bit of both.The lingerie is even more revealing on than off. The ribbons encircle my breasts and ass, highlighting my assets. My lingerie is hidden for now, though, under the tight black jumpsuit. The jumpsuit is so short that the shorts rise slightly above the bottom crease of my ass cheeks whenever I bend or stretch in any way. The lingerie is tight across my toned stomach and my perky breasts. My tits look obscene, owing to the jumpsuit’s constricting material and plunging neckline. There’s a zipper running down the front of the jumpsuit, but even when it’s zipped up as high as possible, the entire tops of my tits are visible. My nipples are poking through the jumpsuit, barely hidden by its ridiculously low neckline.My long blonde locks are in a ponytail, and aside from the few extra coats of mas

Cole starts speaking again. “For the next part of the ceremony, the two regional heads will have five minutes with Jacqueline to do whatever they would like. You can both come up and join Jacqueline in the center of the circle now.” As two familiar faces begin advancing towards me, I smile. It’s Maverick and Brooks—the two men I went on a date with last week. Brooks hardly acknowledges my existence as he approaches me, while Maverick gives me a brief smile. I feel hurt for a second before remembering that this is a ceremony and there’s probably rules about not breaking form. Giving welcome hugs probably wouldn’t really fit in with the evening’s mood. Maverick and Brooks huddle together, and I assume they’re discussing what to do to me. A thrill runs down my spine as I think of all the deliciously nasty things they could be planning. I’m expecting them to pull out some toys or tell me to kneel at their feet, but they do neither. Instead, Maverick motions towards me. I join him nervo

“Everything off except for the boots,” he commands, “And get on your hands and knees.”I follow his instructions, dropping naked onto the plush carpet.“Your body is perfect, Jacqueline,” he says as he reaches from behind me and tweaks one of my nipples.“Thanks,” I say, letting out a small whimper as he tweaks the other nipple.“Start touching yourself, love.” he tells me.He hasn’t entered me yet, so his order seems a bit premature. I do it anyway, reaching back for my clit. The second I find it, I feel a spark of electricity surge through my body.“Oh God,” I moan.“Now lie down flat on your stomach, and keep touching yourself,” he says.I flatten my body so that I’m laying on the plush carpet. I rub my clit harder. I’m close to cumming, but too distracted by Cole to get all the way there.“I’m going to fuck your tight little asshole, Jacqueline, and I want you to cum with my cock in your ass. Do you understand?”“Yes,” I say breathily.Cole has nestled his cock in between my ass c

As soon as I’ve removed my thong, Cole reaches under my bare ass cheeks and lifts me up. He’s carrying my entire body weight in his hands, but I feel secure. His hands are large and firm, and his physique is muscled from years of manual labor..“Wrap your legs around me,” Cole says.I wrap my toned legs around Cole's waist. Unlike the other Iron Brothers who are sporting mostly jeans and leather jackets, Cole is dressed in formal business attire. He’s told me that as the face of the organization, he needs to portray a certain image.“Grab my neck for support,” he says. Once my arms are latched securely around his neck, Cole lets go of his grip around my petite waist. I watch as he pulls off his suit jacket and tosses it to the ground. He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, and I watch, mesmerized. I can see every muscle in his tanned arms flex as he readjusts. I run my thumb smoothly over his Adam's apple and shiver.Once his jacket is off, Cole walks to the thin aluminum shelf.