Dom Romane & Geschichten

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Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

“You don’t have to take up the role. Please. Don’t worry about it now. This is why I didn’t want to tell you just yet; I wanted to wait until you were at least feeling less like you’d been rammed into a brick wall repeatedly.” Leda laughs “Oh. That hurt.” Lise returns, opening the door and allowing Nam in first before she peers round the doorframe. I roll my eyes at her. “Come on.” I instruct Leda. “Let’s get you sat up.” Nam moves to the bed and takes hold of the corner of Leda’s pillow. “Hello.” he smiles “I am Dr Dumuzid. I’ve been taking care of you whilst you’ve been here.” “Where is here?” Leda asks.

“I’m so sorry.” He said nothing. “What happened here was wrong. I’ll understand if you never want to talk to me or want a divorce.” But I don't regret what I did. Damon stepped in and closed the door. “I’m not mad at you.” “You’re not?” I asked, and at the same time, Hailey gasped. He shrugged. “I mean, yeah, I’m shocked and a little hurt but I understand.” “You understand?” The panic in my voice was palpable. “You're not making any sense right now.”

Sam growls, drinking coffee like a maniac. I roll my eyes and go back to work. Sam checks messages, runs his hands through his hair, and speaks: “Dante says Britanis is better. But she’ll take a few weeks off; she’s still shaken from the giant white wolf that attacked her.” “Well… maybe if she wasn’t throwing herself at everyone, the wolf wouldn’t have attacked her,” I mutter. “What?” “Nothing, Sam. You’re deaf.” He sighs, finishes his coffee, and smiles.

After that, I needed something to distract me from the ache between my legs and the storm in my head. I stopped at an upscale lingerie boutique. My fingers trailed over lace and sheer fabrics until I found the perfect set. Blood-red, barely-there pieces designed to be ripped off in seconds. Easy access for the roughest one. Because I was sure now. It had to be Leon. The most dominant, the most merciless. The one who would destroy me without apology. I stepped out of the store, bag swinging on my arm, mind still replaying the morning fingering when I blindly collided with someone.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

“You like it in your kitty, Amelia? Is this what you’ve been craving?” “Yes, yes!” she pants, her words muffled as her swollen folds stretch around his length. “Ooh, it feels so good!” Dane’s expression grows even more taut, and he pushes that length deep inside her depths, the thick rod disappearing inch by inch as I watch with my mouth open. Holy cow, how is it even possible? He must be ten inches at least, and yet as I watch, his wife takes it all. She wriggles a bit, as if in discomfort, but there’s no way she’s going anywhere. She’s in a headstand, for crying out loud, so she’s stuck good and tight on that massive rod.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

he whispered, “you belong to me for the next ten days. Fully. No teasing. No topping from the bottom. No mischief unless I tell you to be a brat.” I bit my lip. “And during those ten days…” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “You’ll call me Daddy.” My entire body lit up. He pulled back slowly, watching my reaction. “You understand?” I nodded. “Say it.” “Yes, Daddy.” His eyes darkened. “Good girl.” He sat back against the headboard and patted his thigh. “Now get on your knees. Day One starts now.” I slid across the sheets and knelt between his legs, already dripping again.