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But she takes my length even deeper that she's gagging and when she takes it out, she looks into my eyes. "Help me fuck you, Shawn. I still like it rough", she says and that gears something inside of me. 'Still like it rough', brings a lot of memories about our wildnights and days and how we'd almost gotten in trouble with BDSM because she wanted me to take more control. She wanted to be a wrecked sub and I tried. I shifted my wants from normal sex to having rough sex at her call. It felt like I'd married a nymph by the end of our 10th year of marriage, however, I didn't complain.

I repeated. "Yeah, look, I'll explain everything to you after school but promise me you'll act like the usual" he said. "I can't act like the usual when I don't know what's going on" I replied to him. He sigh. "My Dad wants me to be a Dom" he spilled. Does he mean. "Yeah, BDSM" he finished. "He introduced me to his business partner's daughter and he wants me to be nice to her and to get to know her for her to be my sub....but we don't even like each other" he explains. Oh. "You don't really like that shit do I didn't want to tell you. But I'll talk to my Dad when I get home soon" he said.

"Now, since you've mentioned subs and Doms, allow me to explain the depth of it. It's not just games or fleeting encounters, it's a profound dynamic built on trust, consent, and mutual respect." He spoke calmly, his words measured, like delivering a lecture but with a personal touch. "A submissive offers their surrender, their vulnerability, to a Dominant. In return, the Dom provides structure, guidance, and care. It's about balance: the sub finds freedom in letting go, while the Dom finds fulfillment in responsibility. But it's not one-sided. Safewords ensure safety; aftercare heals any emotional or physical intensity. Do you understand that much?" Kyra nodded slowly, some of it resonating

With my lips so close to hers, I explained slowly. “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.”

"I can handle anything you bring at me Mr GreenEyes!" That only angers him more. "I don't think so. Even with a broken arm, I'm one of the strongest men in our team!" I know this tactic. He's trying to distract me from the task at hand, so he can defeat me. "Oh? What team?" I ask sarcastically. Smirking, thinking he's managed it, he continues. "We are a Dom company. We collect dominants and train them, and find them submissive souls to use and abuse. We know what you do, and one of our clients wants you, and only you."

“If you have to ask that after last night, I’d be happy to demonstrate again.” With a frown, she lands a mock punch on my shoulder. “I meant Doms in general. Does the sub having clothes put them on too level a playing field?” “Not exactly. It’s that subs are often feeling their most vulnerable and open when they’re naked. It’s a natural state, but for most of our lives, we’re told that it’s not. The Dom’s job, in part, is to strip off the artifice to get to the real person underneath. So in that way, clothes are symbolic. And subs are less likely to put on a front with nothing to hide behind.”

I swallowed hard, "I see. It seems that he frequents this dungeon often?" "He rarely visits in person, but most of the submissives who work here have played with him before. They say he is the most respectful, skillful, and caring Dom here." One of them smiled. It was obvious that he thought I should feel lucky to serve such a man. "It sounds like today is my lucky day! I don't even know how I got here, let alone being selected by such a great master…" I murmured, but enough for him to hear, playing a game to see if one of them would divulge how I had ended up here tonight.

Dax turned his head and nodded to the man. “Sarah, this is Dom, my beta. Dom, this is Princess Sarah, my mate.” Dom’s eyes got wide as he realized what happened with the bimbo. He was taller at 6’ 7” with light brown hair and brown eyes. He had a clean-shaven face with a more slick body type, but was still very muscular. “Dom, please show Sarah around while I go pack.” Dax didn’t even wait for an answer before walking off. “So…princess huh?” Dom stated lamely.

My name was printed neatly next to his at the bottom of every page. "You are insane," I said, dropping the folder back onto the sheets. "You blackmailed me into a hotel room just to hand me a joke? We are rivals, Dominic. We play for different teams. Our franchises hate each other." Dominic turned around. He leaned his hip against the wide glass window, the lights of the city framing his massive shoulders. His dark eyes were cold, devoid of the heat that had filled them when his teeth were pressed against my neck. "It is not a joke," Dominic said. He crossed his arms over his chest. "My father arranged a marriage for me. He picked an omega heir from the coast. Some wealthy family with a ship

” Dom said as he button up his suit jacket turning to leave. “Wait, Dom I may need your help if you want me to get my son mated to your daughter quickly. My son went to find his other half mate so he could reject her, but I need a plan B if my son doesn't reject her. Can I count on you for help if he find her and she's not dead?” Ameliah asked, grabbing the man's arm stopping him from walking out. Dom looked down at her hand and Ameliah snatched her hand away from the big thick arms. “If what you told me of the situation and what happened, I highly doubt the human girl is alive after the building collapsed. But if by some miracle that the human made it and she isn't some vegetable. She will