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But keeping my sanity, I put my hands on his chest trying to push him away, whispering: "Stop it..." But Dominik doesn't seem to want to stop, and releasing my arms, he reaches down to my waist holding me by that part of my body, to keep me dammed against the wall but still attached to his body. "You are my wife now, aren't you? Then you should learn to behave like a woman, you are no longer a little girl, now you should start behaving like an adult" Dominik whispers, not letting me run away.

She was a huge fan of Money Heist and diligently watched the show without skipping any season. Along the many shows, one series' name grabbed her attention. Dominatrix. Haven was aware of the BDSM lifestyle but never once did she try it and even thought of possible trial in the future. But this time, she didn’t have to think twice about it. The announcer on the screen spoke about her experience in the BDSM world.

After that we decided to go swimming and do some activities offered on the island. We went back to our room feeling exhausted. We just cuddle. We're too tired to do some other naughty things. We decided to watch a movie while cuddling. "I want to see you wife like that." Maru said. "What?" "Like the girl in that movie, get jealous and be possessive." “Weren’t you feel like your being choked?”

"What are you talking about?" "Her whole life is a disaster," Dominic said, leaning back against my desk like he owned the place. "She's been bleeding my wife dry for years. Made her sell her jewelry so she could buy designer bags. She pays for male escorts. Throws these dirty little parties. And she doesn't bother with protection. You know she had an abortion recently? Made my wife sit with her in the hospital. I'm guessing the kid wasn't yours." Dominic looked at me while he talked, enjoying himself.

She fucked herself hard while her other hand pinched and twisted her aching nipples, her brain replaying the feel of marcus strong hands on her breasts from the slip earlier, his powerful body pressing against her. His image in her mind pushed her over the edge. She came hard, biting her lip to stay quiet, her body shaking with the first real orgasm she’d had in years. The guilt hit immediately afterward, but the pleasure lingered, leaving her breathless and shocked at how vivid the fantasy had been. The fire instead of being quenched, was highly ignited…Tamara wanted more…..wanted those strong hands to grip her boobs tightly……she wanted him to dominate her. The principal's wife slutty Era j

“Feel how hard she’s squeezing us? This little whore is loving being doublestuffed on her wedding night. Her husband is snoring like a useless drunk while we ruin his bride.” “That’s my good girl,” Dom growled, his voice rough and possessive as he pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers. “Coming so beautifully for your Daddy and Uncle. Milk our cocks with those greedy holes. You were made for this — made to be fucked and used by your family like the perfect little cumslut you are.”

AURIELLE Dominic grabs my waist and pins me to the bed so fast that I didn’t have time to react. My back hit the mattress. Dominic hovered over me, his hands holding my wrists above my head. "What are you doing?" I gritted out, hands flat against his chest, like that could actually stop him. "Listening to my wife." His voice was low, almost lazy. "And making our marriage look real." "You're insane." I gulped, hating how my pulse betrayed me. "I have things to do, I need to go."

Through gritted teeth, she spat, "You want a divorce? Over my dead body!" I caught her wrist mid-swing and flung her hand away, letting out a scornful laugh. "How dare you raise your hand at me, Winona? You're quite something now, aren't you? Why don't you find out what your precious, innocent Hendrick gets up to when you're not around?" I pulled out my phone and played a recording. Hendrick's smug, lecherous voice filled the room. "She'd rather enjoy my fake junk that's been enhanced nine times over than ever touch your real thing even once…"

“No, I don’t work here.” “That explains it,” she said with a faint smirk. “Only an amateur would behave as ignorantly as you have.” I stared at her, hoping she would walk away but she didn’t. “I’ll do you a favour and tell you for free,” she said. “I’m Victoria, Dominic’s wife.” My stomach churned. I already imagined he’d be married but I didn’t think I’d see her this soon. Not on my first day here. I rushed into the elevator, not wanting to hear anything else. I’m not sure I could handle any more humiliation today.

Or perhaps my own desperate libido is simply overriding common sense. Picturing the heavy weight of his massive, tattooed arms pinning me down has been a recurring intrusive thought since yesterday. "Tragic," sighing heavily, I slump back into the chair. "A massive waste of prime real estate. So, a girlfriend? A wife hidden away in a dacha somewhere?" “No," Dom says, her expression turning slightly serious. "He doesn’t date." "Never?" “Never. Hookups only." That piece of information settles in my chest, forming a heavy little stone of realization.