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“Back to my story. So, I told you about the two choices I had, to kill him or to usurp his power. I chose the second option because killing him outright would have dire consequences. All his loyal contacts would come after me for it, and making it look like an accident would also be problematic because someone else just as bad, or worse than him would take over, and the cycle would just continue. For the sake of all the others who were either too weak to fight for themselves, or had lost all hope of ever being free, I had to somehow get stronger than the boss.” She held him closer, offering silent support because she knew that even if he wasn’t acting emotional, it couldn’t be easy to relive such an awful past. “The females had it worse than us. At least most of us males were given positions of authority, or earned some form of wage as rewards for successful jobs. The females were basically treated like dirt, used and abused so badly that many of them ended up addicted to drugs just to try and escape their new reality. Some of them died from abusive clients, some committed suicide, and some were killed by drug misuse. It was horrible to witness. Seeing their gazes so fucking empty, and lifeless. Like walking corpses.”

creating something dark and addictive and completely overwhelming. "You like this," Dominic observed, pounding into her. "Like being fucked by the man who just beat you. Like submitting sexually to someone who dominated you physically. You're a fighter, Cass, but deep down, you want to be claimed by someone stronger." "Yes!" Cass sobbed, the admission torn from her. "Yes, I want it! Want you! Want this!" "Then take it. Take my cock. Take everything I'm giving you." Dominic's hand wrapped around her throat....not choking her, just holding her, controlling her—while his other hand found her clit and rubbed rough circles.

One was tied hands and legs to a pole with her small ass out, while the other with a strap-on fucked her from behind. The second which was a little more interesting than the first, starred a woman who was the sub, and her three male doms. The sub was turned down, her legs and hands spread apart on two poles. Her fake, plastic boobs were on clamps and she had a red blindfold over her eyes which was the only piece of clothing on her body.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already.” The words sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. I wasn’t used to this—being told exactly what to do and paid to surrender control bit by bit. Usually I held all the power on my streams. But here, with Vee’s generous gifts rolling in steadily and his calm commands guiding every move, the power felt… shifted. Darker. More dangerous. I pinched my nipple harder with my free hand, rolling the tight bud until a gasp tore from my throat. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, voice breathy, trying to reclaim some dominance. “Paying all this just to watch me fuck myself for you?”

The praise after you complete it is gonna taste so good. KITTEN_HEELS: Honestly, mine just put me in the corner for ten minutes because I rolled my eyes at dinner. It’s the worst but god, the absolute relief of just letting him call the shots after a stressful week at my corporate job? Unmatched. I sat up, resting my back against the headboard, my eyes wide as I scrolled. It was exactly what I had read in the library, but seeing it spoken about so casually, so warmly, made it real. These women weren't victims; they were completely obsessed with their Doms. They craved that structure. They craved the exact boundary-pushing authority that I had felt vibrating off Damian at the dining table.

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

“After you told Nettleston what finding your mate felt like, I knew. It was always Poppy and Dray. I can’t imagine not having either one.” “I get that. I miss my mate. Even though I have Aria, I want to have both of them where I can see and touch them.” I sighed. He nodded. “What’s the second thing?” “That, the reason the male demons wanted all female concubae killed was that a Vasilia can only be a concubus. They never told you, I’m actually stronger than you and could never be influenced by your commands. Only a handful of species have females who are more powerful than males. Ours is one of them.” I stated while working on pancakes.

"It's big and looks extra comfy. Perfect for forcing erring little bitches who don't know their place into submission." By the moon! Daciana's face heated up with a blush as she snarled. "You pervert! I wouldn't be caught dead having anything sexual to do with you three." Axel scoffed, folding his arms in front of his chest and leaning disturbingly close to her ears. "Oh, but you're our mate, aren't you? And it will be your duty as our mate to... Service us in bed. I'm curious to see if an Omega will have any moves different from a normal wolf."

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

“ I warned but Aisha didn’t listen. She never did. She leaned in closer, arms sliding around my neck. She pressed her breasts against my chest as she straddled my lap and her lips ghosted my ear. “Come on, Dante. Feel me. I’m right here. Unlike that little mouse who ran away with some lover. The news is everywhere- poor naive wife couldn’t handle the real world, so she found herself a new bed to warm. Pathetic, really. But good riddance. Now it’s just us, like it was always meant to be.” Something inside me snapped. No one fucking talked like that about my wife. Blood filled my eyes and my hand shot up, wrapping around her throat in one brutal motion.

I resented how he tried to control me. But now I was nineteen, and my body had changed. My tits were fuller, my hips wider, and I felt like a real woman. I started testing him on purpose—wearing short skirts around the house, giving him lingering glances, and having little "accidents" where I'd drop something and bend over in barely anything. He resisted for so long, but I could see the hunger in his eyes. Tonight, with Mom gone, I was going to push him until he couldn't hold back anymore.

Like putty in my hands. Growing up as an Amazonian, I was trained to believe all women were dominant over all male species, and I loved showing Brandon just how much I stood by that belief, even though I felt like if he wanted to flip me over and dominate me, he could. He was a warrior, the same as I, but his wolf recognized mine as the strongest, therefore I controlled most situations, which was perfect for me.

Another came deep in my pussy, adding a fresh hot load that mixed with everything else. The energy in the dome shifted then. More men closed in, and someone lifted me off the bench and laid me on my back on a bigger mat in the very center. Three guys climbed on me at once. One straddled my chest and slid his cock between my tits, squeezing them around his shaft and fucking them slow. Another pushed my legs wide and sank into my pussy again, with long deep strokes that hit the spot inside me perfectly. The third knelt by my head and fed me his cock, making me gag as he went balls-deep.

“That’s my good girl. Running back to Daddy’s cock the moment you tried to leave. Your pussy knows who it belongs to now.” The dirty talk, combined with the relentless pounding, had me spiraling fast. I came hard within minutes, sobbing his name as my walls clenched around his thick shaft. Marcus didn’t slow down. He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove even deeper, the new angle making me see stars. “Look at me,” he ordered. “Tell me why you came crawling back.” “Because I’m addicted,” I gasped, tears streaming down my temples. “Because I need you to own me. To fill me. To put a baby in me even though it terrifies me.”

In the past, my age gap stories have always been about Dominating older male and submissive younger female. With this book, I wanted to do the opposite of that: I wanted to see if I could engage readers in a story that challenges this popular trope. I thought it'd be fun to make the man the submissive. I usually enjoy stories like that. And I know many readers would love to see a silver fox on his knees! This book is for all my female Doms and submissive males! Here, you'll find a sassy, obsessive, jealous male sub and a selfish morally grey female Dom.

“This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.” “Right,” Bianca said, “because they can’t fathom that there are women out there who have absolutely no interest in men.” “Women who aren’t attracted to men? Where did you get such an outlandish concept from?” Bianca giggled at my sarcasm. “It was probably invented by feminists.” And that led us into a conversation of our favorite feminist authors and concepts. I descended into a rant about how Simone De Beauvoir’s Second Sex is an absolute masterpiece that radically changed my way of viewing the world.

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Chapter 6 Felicity Upon waking up to my father screaming I could feel a sense of foreboding going on. Something felt off and horribly wrong. I listened briefly from the imaginary safety of my blankets in my bed as it sounded as if my father was destroying everything within our home. Tonight, for the first time in my life, I was scared I may become another statistic in domestic violence. Our communities typically did not have such laws as many packs still performed in traditional ways that a woman was to be seen and not heard. They were for baby making and nothing more. I was hoping to change this viewpoint when I took over leadership from my father. I was going to take back power for the women and they too would then hold positions of authority and sit on councils. As well as hold leadership positions within MY pack. Then began to show the other pacts that they too needed to adopt an equality mindset.