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“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

Our eyes were locked, my jaw held firmly by my own legs, guarded by his big biceps. “Good girl,” he whispered, his breath heavy and paced, eyes piercing deeply into my soul. He pulled back, releasing my legs from his grip. Then came the pounding—deep and rough. Thwack! Thwack! echoed the sound of his cock pounding into my wet pussy. Our body fluids mixed into a scent that was to become my new olfactory fetish.

“Strip everything off and lie on the bed, slut. Tonight you don’t get to decide anything.” She obeyed, trembling. She tossed her clothes on the floor and lay on her back on the king-size bed. Fabian pulled black leather cuffs from the nightstand drawer—the same ones he’d used on other women before her—and locked her wrists to the headboard posts. Arms stretched out, tits thrust up, pussy exposed and already glistening. “Spread your legs. Show me how wet you are just from being tied up.” Jéssica opened her thighs as wide as possible, swollen outer lips parted, red clit begging. Fabian let out a low laugh.

"I will not kill anyone!" Hailey’s tone was firm—straight as a blade. Her eyes, despite the red puffiness around them, gleamed with quiet defiance. There was a tremble in her fingers, but not in her resolve. Zayn studied her face—those stubborn, tear-rimmed eyes, that clenched jaw, and trembling hands. She was fragile, no doubt. But not weak. There was something fierce beneath her trembling surface, and he couldn’t ignore it.

I hush her, but she’s already turned a few heads. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Lots of people are into it,” Debbie says. I blink. “They… are?” “There’s a really popular book series out right now, best seller, that has a BDSM relationship. Here let me write down the title for you.” She writes me a list instead. “This is the order to read them in.” Then she scribbles down a name. “This is the author.” She passes me the list and I look at it, unsure.

“Don’t keep your brother-in-law waiting. Come suck this cock like the cheating little slut you are.” My legs trembled as I stood up, soapy water and my own juices running down my thighs. My body was slippery, nipples tight and hard, ass still stinging red from his earlier spanks. I stepped out of the tub and knelt between his spread legs, the cool tile hard against my knees. Up close, his cock looked even bigger. Good God! I ask again, is he even related to Felix? That's thrice the size of Felix's cock. I wrapped both hands around the thick base. Geez, my fingers didn’t even come close to meeting. It was hot, heavy, and slick with foam.

"Alpha Reis knows how to treat a woman in bed. You're going to be left fully satisfied." He knew how to leave a woman satisfied? More like he had a fetish for choking a woman half to death. I remembered the times he'd choked me with his fingers. It started out really hot at first but always ended with me begging for my life. Yet somehow, my body still yearned for his touch. I'm sure I must be crazy. "Relax, miss. It's going to be fine, okay? The book is pretty detailed. It can teach you everything you're missing out on," Betty said with a smile before gathering her tools and leaving.

My hands, still holding the tray, trembled as his hand began to slide under my skirt and lower my panties to my thighs. "Open your legs wider!" He whispered. I nodded slowly and followed his instructions. I opened my legs wider and let his hand touch my vagina. Goosebumps rose as I felt his warm hand press and rub my clitoris. "Oh..." I moaned as the pleasure began to fill my nerves. Mr. Max paused for a moment, took the tray I was still holding, and placed it on the tatami floor, the carpeting typically found in traditional Japanese homes. It was as if he knew I might drop the beer bottle and glass if I still had the tray in my hands.