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Grandma Joni said, "Now, Wendy, you do not even know what a Doma is, now do you?" Grandma Joni asked and Natalia started to laugh. "There's the internet. We don't really need to stress to find out about information like that, you know?" Wendy said and took out her phone. "Okay then, look it up, insolent girl." Grandma Joni said, now taking Delilah's hair in sections and plaiting them into long braids. Wendy started to mutter words while going through the internet. "Demon slayer, housing, tech company, Defense of marriage act—"

it was a fairly long relationship @catschasethemuse Bruh, so what.. dominic is a boss and yes ofc he would have thousands of girls after him and yes he would hump and dump. what's in that? @camtaytay WHAT THE FUCK. this. THIS IS THE DOUBLE STANDARD EVERYONE TALKS ABOUT. when female artists like Taylor date many guys, she is suddenly a slut and has many loose character morals. but when male artists like Dom date a chain of girls, he is a boss. what the fuck? It is their lives let them live?? and stick to a single opinion and stop double standardisation. what a lil shit.

Dominic could only stand frozen in the middle of the room, his fists clenched tightly. "All of you, get out of my sight!" Dominic barked at the maids, who immediately scattered toward the back area. Dominic grabbed his own hair in frustration. His broad chest rose and fell unevenly. He truly had never expected that the chubby girl who used to lower her head in fear, always obey him, and constantly cry for his attention could transform into someone so cold, so defiant, and so openly rebellious. Something was wrong, and Dominic hated the fact that he was beginning to lose control over his own wife.

She said, full of arrogance, "Stop making a fuss, Xander. Caleb said he's willing to take a step back. When I have the baby, you'll still be my husband and the baby's dad! "You know I can't get aroused with you. Now that you've quit your job at the hospital, you can stay home and take care of me during the pregnancy. I'll give you a thousand dollars of extra allowance every month. The three of us can live in harmony together. How does that sound?" Live in harmony with a cheating woman and her lover? In her dreams! I gave Wendy a sharp slap. With a sneer, I said, "You and Caleb go ahead and live happily together!"

She leaned close to my ear and spoke harshly. "My boss found out about the report you made against him. You'd better beware. Don't think you're allowed to do whatever you like just because you're my husband." I studied the menacing expression on her face and retorted, "What are you trying to say? You people are doing such illegal things, yet you're trying to get me to turn a deaf ear? You're my wife. I feel disgusted whenever I think about those videos you made." "You feel disgusted? How dare you feel disgusted about me?"

My vision dances and I lower my head, unable to face the alien version staring back at me. Dominic tightens his hold and tilts my head back. “You will let me stare at your pleasure torn face when you come on my fucking fingers. The ring you wear isn’t a decorative item, Mrs. Cantrell. You’re my wife. My property. Fucking mine. It’s time you properly start acting the part.” “Not yours…” I whimper the words, even as I lose the battle with my flimsy control. I rock back and forth on his fingers, flat-out chasing my pleasure and reveling in every lick of pain and control he holds over me.

Linda moaned deeply as she gazed down at the tiny girl with an expression of pure lust and domination. The older woman was on the edge of her second orgasm and had to force herself to keep her eyes glued to the tiny teen. Jennifer was gazing up at her with wide and innocent eyes, even as her face was smeared with her mistress's pussy juice and her lips were wrapped securely around the older woman's clit. Linda's legs shook and her thighs tightened around the young girl's head, as her orgasm reached critical mass. With a loud cry of pleasure, the blonde dominatrix felt her orgasm rip through her.

One unread message on her secure, hidden account. Domica, the screen name read. Mistress. Queen. Goddess. She logged in. The interface was sleek—velvet black with deep crimson accents. The Velvet Room was an online lounge, exclusive and encrypted, where anonymity was law and reputation was everything. In this world, she wasn’t Dominique. She was Domica. Mistress of the Room. Crusher of men. Queen of pain and praise. Tonight, two subs had messaged her for a session. She scanned their bios, fingers idly tracing her lips. One begged to be degraded. The other wanted to be ignored while she humiliated someone else. They both paid well. They both bored her.

he asked, voice low. Nico blinked, just once. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” Domonic said, stepping away from his chair. “She’s not your maid, Nico. She’s your wife. You think you can talk to her like that in front of us and we won’t say anything?” “I think,” Nico said with a slow, icy calm, “that what happens between my wife and I is none of your business.” Domonic laughed, once, sharp and bitter. “You made it our business the second you started letting some spoiled brat treat her like shit while you stood by and watched.”

No, she’s the complete opposite of what her brother is in every way. But as innocent as Nikki might seem, I found out something about his sister that Kazimir doesn’t know; Nikki is a fucking Dominatrix. She owns a deep underground BDSM club with her own private list as long as a CVS receipt. Once Frankie finds out what his timid bride is capable of — fuck, I wish I could be a fly on that wall.