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When we entered the bedroom I stopped, taking in what he had prepared. The bed had been stripped down to just the mattress. Black restraints were attached to all four corners. A spreader bar lay on the nightstand next to an array of toys. Paddles. Floggers. Clamps. Vibrators. A riding crop. Everything I had told him I wanted to try. My pussy clenched at the sight. "On the bed," he commanded. "Face up. Arms and legs spread." I climbed onto the mattress and positioned myself exactly how he wanted. Arms stretched above my head. Legs spread wide. Exposed. Vulnerable. My heart was racing so fast I could hear it pounding in my ears.

I was spread out, wrists bound above my head, thighs still slick from my last orgasm, pussy visibly throbbing and exposed. “Time to remind you who owns this body.” He climbed onto the bed slowly. First, he fastened the ankle cuffs, spreading my legs obscenely wide and securing them to the bedposts. I was completely immobilized now, open and dripping for him. The vulnerability sent fresh heat flooding between my thighs. “Dominic…” I tugged at the silk ties, heart hammering. He leaned over me, capturing my mouth in a filthy kiss with his tongue fucking deep, teeth nipping while his fingers traced my soaked folds. “Still so wet. Still pretending you don’t love being my little fucktoy?”

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

He fucked me with controlled dominance, his hands pinning my wrists above my head while he whispered filthy praise in my ear. I came twice before he filled me, and Liam reclaimed me immediately after, fucking me hard while Julian watched with dark approval. The second new Daddy was Theo, a young, athletic venture capitalist with a massive cock and endless stamina. His first session was during a small private party at the lakeside cabin. I was passed between him and three others for hours, my body rocking between their cocks as they took turns in every hole. Theo was rough and primal, spanking my ass red while he pounded me from behind,

I sense this guy is seriously bent. I shove back the urge to shake as I wander past him wearing next to nothing, putting on my best little-girl-lost face as I watch a middle-aged Dom tie his female sub up to a rack with a series of complicated knots that frame her breasts and thighs, rubbing her nipples or clit whenever the sub moves. I don’t have to fake my eyes widening. “That’s Shibari, little sub. Japanese rope bondage,” Ruiz says, stepping closer. “What are you doing wandering around here without your Dom? Did he leave you again?”

"Now we're going to practice restraints. Daddy wants to tie you up. Play with you. Make you come over and over while you're helpless. Can you handle that?" "Yes, Daddy." Daemon tied Kai's wrists to the headboard with soft rope, then his ankles to the corners of the bed. Kai was spread-eagle, completely exposed, unable to move. "Beautiful. Helpless. Perfect. Now Daddy's going to play with you. And you're going to take everything I give you. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy." Daemon grabbed a vibrator from the collection of toys, turned it on. The buzz filled the air. "This is going inside you. Gonna press against your prostate. Make you desperate. Make you beg. But you don't come until Daddy says. Un

"FUCK ME IN THE STORM! SHIFT MY WOMB, DOMINIC!" The wind picked up, blowing more rain onto us. Our bodies were slick with sweat and rainwater, making the sound of the sex even wetter. Squelch. Slap. Squelch. Dominic was a beast. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to look at the dark sky while he hammered into me. "Tell me who owns this pussy!" he roared, his muscles bulging in the moonlight. "Tell me who owns you while the world sleeps!"

Dominic asked me before pressing biting kisses along my neck. “Hmm mhmm hmm …. ah ! Domz ! Uh …. chain him to the …. mhmm …. bed and tie a cock ring around this beauty,” I gave my verdict while giving a gentle tug to his hardening rod which seemed to get even more excited when it heard the punishment. “Someone seems to love bondage and orgasm denial so much,” Dominic chuckled when he noticed the bulging size of our Beta mate’s monster c*ck. Kai whimpered at that with his eyes getting glossy, mouth panting in quick, short gasps and cheeks getting red as we brought him to the brink of his org*sm.

Truth be told, I always got hard upon the mere sight of her. Jasper was lovely; I’d watched her once and twice occasionally I’d seen, and heard them. Making out, but more than that she always had a thrill to be held down, used and bred to be dominated. Bondage. She needed control, power. Not just a romp on the sheets and some few hours’ sex. I palmed my cock again, squeezing the shaft, picturing this — why I’d be better than any man she’s had. I loved being a dom. She should learn too how to be submissive and enjoy every bit of his impoverished body, with pain and pleasure.

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.