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And Khai doesn’t stop there, his chest hits my back as his hands circle my front. His palms cupping my breasts as he plays with my breasts. And below me Theo is lazily stroking his cock, watching the pair of us with lust. “He likes watching me ready you for us. It’s his kink,” Khai whispers just loud enough for the pair of us to hear. What has gotten into him? Where did this confidence surface from? Don’t get me wrong, I love it. Wholly fucking love it but this is so unlike him. So unlike the broken boy I’ve always known.

“Sit on my lap, my little slut.” I obliged, getting up and sitting on his lap. His calling me a slut only served to turn me on. It was meant to be degrading or demeaning in any way, but I must have had a humiliation kink to like such a thing. When I sat on his lap, he parted my legs and pulled my panties to the side. “You’re glistening,” he said as he gently stroked my clit. It must have been the clamps on my nipples because the intensity in that one little touch was so great that I pushed my hips towards his hand.

"Take me, Kael. Make me follow you." I was beyond elated. My heart was screaming with a dark, twisted joy. This was the manhandling I’d craved; this was the "slut kink" Mark could never have understood. Kael stepped out of his clothes and began to walk toward the bed, giving the belt a sharp, firm tug. I didn't hesitate. I dropped my hands to the floor and crawled after him, my eyes locked on him, my soul finally finding the exact type of trouble it had been searching

The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had. By dessert, I was a wreck. Tears of desperate need pricked my eyes. My nipples were painfully hard against the thin dress. Kai had the vibrator on its highest setting for nearly two full minutes while he discussed quarterly profits. “Please…” I whispered brokenly when the investor briefly left the table. Kade’s hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers brushing my soaked entrance around the harness. “Hold it.” The moment the lunch ended and we were back in the privacy of the limo, they pounced.

I feel that he has been tortured enough, and honestly I can't wait any longer, so I grab his erection, sliding down on him slowly, savouring the feeling. Byron is writing under me, pulling at the handcuffs in frustration. "Jesus fucking Christ Cass, you feel so good on me". Oh and he is feeling sooo good in me, I lean down to kiss him greedily before whispering playfully. "Oh and Byron, You are not allowed to cum before I tell you to" He nods eagerly and I can't help smiling, then I start moving slowly up and down his cock, feeling how he pushes over my g-spot with every thrust.

My hands are touching his hard muscle, restless and trying to hold onto something that I can't name. He slid down while kissing me. His every kiss leaves a trace of a burnt-like sensation, making my every skin tingle. He sucked and licked my globes equally. Nothing was left neglected until he started moving downwards. The moment his lips invaded the forbidden part between my legs, I almost screamed when I felt his warm and wet tongue trace my slit. My muscle contracted due to extreme pleasure. I felt him smile and then he tortured me once again, enslave by the pleasure that only he can give.

I nod, my body swaying. "Now, didn't you say something about me playing?" I nod smiling, oh I hope he does. His hand strokes along my body, stopping at my sex. "Something appears to be in the way Kitty" I nod smiling at him, his hand grasping onto my thong, my eyes watching his hand as he pulls and rips it, a scream escaping my mouth as my body moves pushing against the chains. "Would you like them removed Kitty?" I nod looking at him.

He sucked my skin, deeply. As though it was all he needed to survive. With his cock pocking me, I could barely think straight. The only thing I wanted was to have this hard veiny weapon inside of me as soon as possible. My little hands managed to grab those eight inches of a weapon. I increased my grip as he screamed “F**k” beside my ears. “Should I teach you how to massage it” he asked, and I scoffed in return. I should be the one to teach him how it’s being done.

she says, she might dislike me but she can't say my plan is foiled, Don Romano crafted a simple plan and I upgraded it. Alessandra The younger wives are discussing a new movie in the group, as well as their kinks, it led me to look into it before I saw the movie with them and honestly, I hadn't thought much about kinks, and after researching a little. I've found myself to have a praise kink, I thought I loved it because it was Enzo talking to me but a quick internet search has opened my eyes and mind to a world I didn't know existed. I'm on the bed, biting my nails as I read on and on about breath play, and when Enzo appears from his walk-in closet, I pause, gripping my phone tighter as I wa

I stood up so slowly it made her shiver, leaned down, braced my hands on either side of her thighs, and trapped her with my body. “My turn?” I murmured. “Fine.” Her breath hitched. “You want to know one of my kinks?” My voice dropped to gravel. “I like when you stop pretending to be tough and just let me take the lead.” Her lips parted. “And I like it,” I continued, “when you cuss under your breath because you know I hear it through the bond.” Her cheeks flushed deep. “I like when you get defiant,” I said, leaning closer, “because it means later I get to break down that attitude piece by fucking piece.”