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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.”

I poured myself a glass of wine and sank onto the couch, my feet tucked beneath me. My phone buzzed on the coffee table. I glanced at it, then picked it up. A new client request. The name was Mark. No last name, just Mark. The message was short. I'm looking for a dominatrix who knows what she's doing. I've been told you're the best. I'm not looking for a scene. I'm looking for someone who can take me apart and put me back together. If that's something you offer, I'd like to book a session.

I know what submissive means, but I don't understand the connection with me. "It's nothing, I just thought treating you was a little less naive." You just said you thought I would be a submissive of Mr. Bragança, then it means that he... is. " A dominator?" "Yes, David is a born dominator, by the way, that's how we met. I'm a dominatrix. " She speaks so matter-of-factly that I doubt she's lying. My jaw hits the floor and comes back. Wow. "Too much information?" she asks with a laugh and I nod, wanting a hole to bury myself in and wanting to know more at the same time.

The dominant in me was finally happy and ecstatic to own her and finally call her my wife. --------------------------- - VOTE - - COMMENT - - STAY SAFE AND SEXY -

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.

He straighten his shirt and looked at Dominick. "Shut up" Dominick Scolded. He looked at the girl who was lying on the bed, her hands and legs were tied in chains. "What the fuck are you doing to her?" He asked. Alexander scoffed. "She is my wife... At least I am not tagging her as a whore." Dominick grabbed his collar madly when he said that. "Don't cross your limits." He gritted. Alexander pushed him back. "You are crossing your limits Damian" He growled.