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I glared at them, but I knew I needed to listen to them if I didn't want myself to get hurt. I saw Elli turned around and left the crowd and I started to get nervous again. I wished I could leave with him right this moment, but I figured I'd be with him shortly. "Come along, little one," one of the men chuckled, "Time to get you all dressed up nice and pretty in some luxury gear. You wouldn't want to keep your Dom waiting, would you?" My Dom? I swallowed hard and chose to cooperate instead of fight. "You're right. I'd hate to keep him waiting." I felt their grips loosen on my arms, as I chose to walk with them to a separate room with a vanity and an area to change clothes behind a silk scree

I was so angry I had left it here on purpose. “Yea.. not yet… I don’t want to eat alone. Come here. Take a seat.” I tell her. She comes next to me and kneels. “What are you doing?” I ask her, alarmed. “I am not allowed to sit at the table with a Dom.” Oh, for fuck’s sake! The feminist in me hates this very idea. ‘As if you did not enjoy getting cropped and spanked barely half an hour ago.’ A voice tells me and I push it away.

Doing what she was told to, she was helping the new slave perfect technique at the earliest stations, laying the groundwork for the more advanced techniques. Devon's attention was brought back to Dominique when he heard her voice commanding R to fuck her, and do it right or else. Devon smiled as he imagined Dominique beating R for triggering his orgasm too early, R would probably not survive the beating. Dominique had once beaten a slave nearly to death for denying her orgasm. That slave had spent weeks being nursed back to health, and afterwards was more dedicated in pleasuring his master. Devon returned his attention to the files, he had a couple updates to make, and he started on them. Ca

Chapter 18 Dom's POV I sat there, staring at her small frame, eating as if she's been starved for years. And for some unknown reasons, it was satisfying. This girl...this girl had a way of making me feel peaceful even without trying. 'And why? Why did I agree to her conditions? I don't know, it wasn't because I believed that she'd never try to escape again. And I never cared if a woman tried to run away from me before. To me, they were meant for just one purpose and that was SEX and nothing else. and they could easily be gotten whenever I wanted. Aside from spreading their legs and manipulating Men, there was nothing else you could benefit from this gender. And that's why, I had always prefe

a tear slipped from my eye, as I recalled the memory, I had just told him, I didn't like the way he touched me, he went berserk and before I knew it, I was being battered. “Why is it? Why do men think they are entitled to women? Why do they have this sense of entitlement and domination over women? Why must we be submissive. I am not a feminist, but society has ridiculously manipulated these stereotypes to justify crimes that were nothing but absolute crap" I expressed. I shut my eyes and breathed. “I'm sorry, it's just, it's not easy you know..."

“I see your mother’s strength in you. No matter the turmoil on the road. Never stop fighting and always stay strong.” I whimpered in pain. My body ached badly as I felt sore all through my inner thighs. This was my new reality, I had to stay strong for my boys. Lucia was the only person I considered a friend. She was always there to teach me everything I needed to know about my new mafia family. But she never told me any secrets or dealings of the Castilago family. It was a high-level secret. “You don't look too well, Esmeralda,” Lucia purred, her eyes coursing through my eyes in search of an answer, as she grabbed my hands.

Mary Davies I have made up mind to start getting wary of men, cause they have more sexual desires than women. I made this decision after I read the new chapter update of O D Eleven's update. I could not help but wonder if people still make use of an harem where they keep women for bedding purpose. I shrugged my shoulder trying not to recall what happened to the female lead of the story, I hope she won't end up in the Mafia king's bed, damn! Why did she have to be chosen as the king's sex slave. I groaned loudly, this story was really getting to me.

My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus. Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe. “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.” Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicab

Ransom growls. "You were in prison. Carley was gone. I needed, something... Something that wasn't fighting and killing. I never could go from girl to girl like Arson. I couldn't date and have contests on who could steal whose girl or get the girl to take them both like Weston and Arson. I became a submissive to a couple. The husband would fuck his wife and have me watch, then he would watch as she fucked me. I learned a lot during those two years I was contracted with them. After that, I became a Dom." Jase explains while Ransom and share mirroring looks of shock. This is something neither of us knew. "Oh, man! I was not expecting that!" We hear Jax shout from behind the bathroom.

Savannah gripped the dagger hidden in her arms and drove it hard into Edmund's stomach. Blood gushed out in an instant, soaking through his clothes and dripping steadily from the hilt onto the floor. Terror twisted his face as he begged for mercy, "Sav, I know I was wrong! Please, spare me! I'll give everything back to you!" Savannah didn't waver. She yanked the blade out and plunged it in again, over and over. She kept at it until blood spilled from Edmund's mouth, leaving him unable to speak. Then, with a thud, his body hit the floor.