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“Let me feel it.” He worked her with precise focus until her thighs began to tremble. When she came it was with a sharp, muffled cry against his shoulder, cunt clenching tightly around his fingers. Dominic stroked her through every pulse, then withdrew his hand and sat back long enough to pull his shirt off and shove his pants down. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, the head already wet. Elena’s breath caught.

Or will I be able to…? Abruptly, the Dom stands, grabbing the woman by an arm and pushing her down onto the bed. He flips her onto all fours, pulling her ass up to display her pussy. Blondie says something, head-pointing at me, but the Dom snaps an obvious 'No'. Blondie turns to me, shrugs an apology across the room and then returns his attention to the woman. Damn! I could stay and watch the rest, but my pants are tight, and I want to do more than spectate. As I turn away, there's a curvy little redhead standing close, looking up at me.

I pounded deeper into her, so fast as my body trembled, reaching the peak. “Awww,” she muttered, her nails digging into my flesh. I felt her body quivering under my touch. “Yeesss, deeepperrr….” The hell! I actually obeyed her, shoving my dick in and out of her steadily, hard and vigorously. She released a deep breath, and so did I. I shut my eyes for a while, and everything began making sense. I was the most stupid alpha king. Who would crave their enemy this much? My wolf too was a whore….

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the clerk said, snapping me back, “We can only exchange these for store credit at this time.” I nodded, taking the small slip of credit in my hand. Good enough. I wandered through the aisles, letting the quiet hum of the store pull me away from the storm in my mind. Romance. Billionaire drama. Steamy fantasies I’d never admit to anyone. That would do. I pulled a paperback off the shelf, “Penthouse Rules” by Lola Noir. I thumbed and flipped through it, letting the over-the-top, steamy paragraphs fill my head. It was just enough to put Dom’s audio aside for a wihile.

His body tensed beneath my touch, but he yielded, lowering his head in submission. "The next step," I murmured, my fingers trailing over the nape of his neck, "is for you to show me that you mean it. I want you to surrender fully. No hesitation, no pride, only obedience." Helios inhaled sharply. I could feel the mate bond tightening around us like an invisible leash, dragging him deeper into my control. "What do you want me to do, Dom?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. I smiled. "Strip."

I leaned forward, so I wouldn't be heard by those around us. "You make me want to rut you like a teenage boy. If I put my cock in you right now, I wouldn't last sixty seconds." I sat back and watched shock wash over her features. "In BDSM, the Dom is always in control, Peaches. But you make me want to lose control. That's how much I want you." Her nipples were taut beneath her shirt. I cursed the bra I bought her that pushed those delicious orbs up, so her cleavage was showing. I needed my boner to go down, so we could leave, not get impossibly harder.

Not tonight. The second DOM, a man with a scar running down the side of his face, had his submissive bent over the arm of a leather sofa. Her dress was hiked up around her waist, exposing her bare skin to the cool air. He ran his hand over her ass, caressing it almost tenderly before raising his arm and bringing his hand down in a sharp smack that echoed through the room. The submissive gasped, but her sound of pain was quickly drowned out by the DOM’s low, approving growl. He spread her legs wider, positioning himself behind her as he roughly entered her, thrusting with a primal intensity that made her cry out, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa for support.

Across the room, a striking red-haired Domme trailed her riding crop along the bare back of a blindfolded submissive, her crimson lips curved in a wicked smile. Everywhere I looked, there was raw, unfiltered sensuality. And then, I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, his posture relaxed yet commanding, as if he owned the space around him. His name was Alessio De Luca, I'd learned earlier that he’s a rare Italian Dom with a reputation for precision, control, and unmatched intensity. There was no way I could forget that face since he is a very popular and wealthy entrepreneur in the country also well known but the fact that I would meet him here at the club was neither surprising nor alar

“I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.” By now my fingertip was playing with the zipper on her grey, seamed, cotton pants. I undid the button and proceeded to rub her pussy through her lace panties. Impressive. I like a woman who knows how to wrap it up and present it