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**WARNING** This chapter includes extremely sadistic material, including animal play, degrading, and humiliation. It shows why the BDSM lifestyle should be avoided when someone is not sound-minded. He moves quickly, not even answering me. He has me flipped on my stomach instantly, his hands pulling me up from the bed. He lies me on the table, my stomach against it, my boobs hanging over the edge.

"Yes, Domina." I've described the process of a seduction before, the teasing, the touches and caresses to lift someone up to the very precipice of arousal and lust, then fling them over the edge. Rhonda described the process, why some things worked and others didn't. That erogenous zones existed everywhere and they should all be known and used. I brought Whore to the edge, left her clinging with her fingers, lowered her gently, climbed to a higher peak, let her down; pushed her to the next level, then hurled her crashing to the ground to leave her moaning and limp. Master pounded my cunt, making me climax, and it made no difference. Whore danced on my lips, my tongue, my fingers, crying out

Chapter 4: The Unveiling Storm Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, painting the rumpled silk sheets in soft golds that matched the lingering warmth in my body. I lay tangled with Damien, my curves pressed intimately against his hard lines, his arm draped possessively over my waist. The events of the night replayed in my mind like a fever dream—the gallery, the desperate joining, the way he had claimed every inch of me until I felt reborn. My pussy still throbbed deliciously from the repeated invasions, slick with the remnants of our passion. Yet as his fingers began to trace lazy circles over the swell of my hip, stirring fresh desire, a quiet unease settled in my chest.

His hands were cold and calloused, adding to the electricity that was shooting through her body. Her body arched again, and loud moans escaped her lips. Killian continued to thrust, his groans matching the sound of his groin slapping against net pussy. Madison couldn't help but enjoy the way his big cock scratched the inside of her walls, stripping her of whatever innocence she had left. His dick touched her womb, she could feel it, the burning sensation made it even more enjoyable, and she couldn't get enough. She had no idea why she enjoyed that so much. She had no idea that being bound and fucked mercilessly was something that she would enjoy. And yet, there she was, moaning through the p

Her lips make him snarl, a sound that makes me shiver as my body hums with need. “Oh… God… yes… yes… please…” I whimper, my body threatening to shatter. “Hold it in, pretty,” Inker whispers, her hands pulling mine to her body, making me touch, her voice velvet and commanding. “Don't be greedy." I can’t hold back any longer. My body arches, muscles trembling as a sharp, guttural cry escape me and my orgasm rips through me. Heat, pleasure, and overstimulation crash over every nerve.

“So next, I’ll give you the book. It’s called 'The Submissive’s Path: 30 Fundamentals of BDSM.' After reading through the foundations, you’ll get a contract to review. Within this 15-day period, I’ll take note of your interest through our conversations, your body, and verbal responses. You can confirm them in the contract before signing. How’s that sound?” He responded softly, “Yes, Sir.” I walked out to the study, picked up the book, and came back, dropping it in front of him. The cover was a sleek grey with a striking image: a bare man blindfolded with silk ties, ropes binding his hands upward, wearing nothing but delicate lace panties, a paddle clenched between his teeth. His body glisten

The bed creaked beneath us as he pounded into me relentlessly, his hips smacking against my ass with each thrust. "Yes, fuck me harder," I begged, my nails digging into his back. "I want to feel every inch of you." Damian obliged, his thrusts becoming even more powerful and deep. I could feel him hitting that special spot inside me with each stroke, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. The room filled with the sounds of our moans and the slick slap of skin against skin. Damian's sweat-slicked chest rubbed against my nipples with each movement, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

He focuses on my neck, biting and sucking until I’m a squirming mess in his hands, my knees weak. I pull his face away for a second, breathing deeply as I turn him, pulling him onto the bed. I step forward as he lets his back fall onto the mattress. I take his hand, positioning it on my stomach and straddle him. His cock is inches from my throbbing pussy. My body is practically begging me for this. I sit up, positioning my centre directly above him. His hand rests on my waist, the other one rising to grip my boob. I lower myself after a second, feeling myself stretch around him, rocking my hips to get lower. The sensation of pleasure that engulfs me is mind-blowing.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

“Although the erotic scenes are beautifully written, the plot is hella boring.” Theo let out a deep chuckle, leaning back on the couch. “Finally, someone that gets it. I mean, it has so much potential to be a blast, right?” “Exactly,” Nico continued to flip through the book. “Sex is cool and all but it’s boring when it happens without any plot. You know what I mean?” Theo scoffed. “You mean like these p**n videos that just get into the whole thing without any prior action.” Nico watched him quietly, the corners of his lips tilted up in a small smile. “You sound like you know your game.”