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"And what would that be, oh mighty Dom of mine?" Chad rounded the table in two long strides, pulling her to her feet and crushing her against his chest. "You'll just have to wait and see," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "But I promise you one thing - by the time I'm done with you tonight, you'll forget all about Karen and every other demon plaguing your mind. I'll fill you up with so much pleasure and adoration that you'll be drunk on it for days." Cassandra shivered, desire and anticipation thrumming through her veins like wildfire. "Then what are you waiting for?" she breathed, tilting her head back in blatant invitation.

It is crazy,, a punishing, dirty sound that makes my bare breasts swing wildly beneath my chest. At the same time, Damian pushes his cock deep into my throat, again, forcing me to swallow him, to choke on his size while Mateo drills me from behind. It’s literally ke he’s obsessed with being in my mouth. I am completely pinned, completely dominated by their high demands. My mind entirely gives up. Any lingering trace of my old life, my old name, is completely burned away in the heat of this bedroom. I am a slut for them. I am their toy.

"You took that so well. Now tell me what you want." "I want you," Ella whispered. "Louder." "I want you!" "Beg me." She should have been humiliated. Should have been angry. Instead, she felt herself getting wetter, her body betraying how much she needed this. Needed him. "Please, Mr. Blackwood. Please fuck me. I need you inside me. I need you to make me forget everything but your name." "That is better." She heard the rustle of clothing, felt him step closer. "But you do not call me Mr. Blackwood when I am inside you. You call me Damien. Or Sir. Understand?"

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

He drove back into me with a single hard thrust, his heavy balls slapping against my ass as he resumed his brutal rhythm. “Look at you,” he said, even though I was blindfolded. “Tied up, blindfolded, taking Daddy’s cock like a good little fucktoy. Your tits bouncing with every thrust. Your pussy creaming all over me. This is what I have wanted for so long. To dominate my baby girl completely.”

Gio shook his head "I want them collared all the time for now. So I think I agree precious metal for daytime and lace for bedtime." Cherry handed him a business card with the store's info on the front and a couple of different websites written on the back. "Those sites should help. The top one has actual articles for creating better Dominants and training submissives. The second concentrate on the BDSM stories and a lot of them are about Master/submissive tales that should not only help you learn about the lifestyle but inspire you as well. Now let's look at some Collars and other stuff I think you might like for training your girls."

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. The client touched him anywhere and everywhere, lips still entangled as their tongues battled for dominance, exploring their mouths. Jace’s fingers tugged gently at his client’s brown hair that seemed wet as though he’d just had a shower, a faint hint of shampoo in it. Jace’s back arched with pleasure as his client found his way into his shirt, twisting and pinching his nipples gently, and the friction produced by his calloused fingers were just right, fueling the sensation as Jace’s eyes rolled back.

she whispered, drawing the word out, "our illustrious boss has certain… proclivities. Kinks. He’s into BDSM. Like, really into it." I swallowed. My mind flashed to the controlled strength in Dominic’s hands, the absolute authority in his posture. It fit. Shit, it fit perfectly. "Did he take you to the 27th floor yesterday?" Starlet asked, watching me closely. I shook my head, genuinely confused now. "No. Why? What’s on the 27th floor?" "So where did you do it? Just in the club booth?" "Yes," I said. "Now what’s on the fucking 27th floor?"

he murmured. I held my breath, his scrutiny unnerving. He stepped closer, so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek. “Tell me, Miss Carter…” His fingers brushed against the strap of my bra, sending a shiver down my spine. “Have you ever been dominated before?” My lips parted, but no sound came out. His hand trailed down my arm, slow and deliberate, before he leaned in, his mouth grazing my ear. “By the time this weekend is over, you won’t just know what it means to submit.”

He could never have imagined a day where he would be cuddling with a woman he had sex with or with one of his submissives. "Are my burns something you should take care of? You're supposed to be the one giving them, not treating them." She said. "That's where you are wrong about us, babygirl." He smiled. “It’s true I'll give you pain, I'll torture you but I'll also take care of your body. That's what being a true dominant is." Then a silence prevailed in the room, which was broken by Antonia. “Will, can I ask you something?” Her voice was low and uncertain.