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Avoiding my attempt to nip his hand, he grips my chin and tilts my face up to force me to look at him. “Now, are you done throwing your little fit? You are sitting with me, and that is final. I need you close to keep us calm. If you do not stop, I will be forced to make you stop.” Atlas and Zev explained, and I could sense that they were merged the same as Tala and I were at that moment. “Let. Me. Go! I am not sitting with you! And you can not force me to stop!” I snarled low, narrowing my eyes, and swiping at him with my fingers curled to scratch at him.

He pulled out of me and sat me back on his thighs; shame and anger filled me up; I tried to stare anywhere but him; my pussy was still throbbing; it hurt so bad; I could feel the sourness from the parts the piercings had rubbed against. “Sit on my face. Let me ease the pain.” He held my waist to carry me up, but I shook my head, surprise was in my voice. “I can’t sit—” I looked at my thighs which were soaked and felt sticky. “I’m a mess.” His eyes went to the bomb on me that read four minutes left. His brows came together in a frown. "When I say sit on my face, you don't fucking complain, you don't talk, you don't breathe, you just sit, like the Queen you are, and let me worship you like I w

Adam sat on the only seat in the room, similar to the throne of medieval kings, it was a huge chair with side cushions and a high back in full golden color, covered in shiny black fabric He sat on the face of a happy smile from the appearance of Lisa unconscious on the ground, ten minutes passed and then he went to the next corner his session and we brought a bucket of ice water ، Make sure to be there constantly Carry and go to it and throw it over it at once She rose up and returned to her consciousness completely and started to keep ice cubes away from her body, but her hand shivered and did not help her To hear his voice forbidding them from what they do, they surrender to their destiny

Your body is positioned on a bench for support, and your ankles are securely fastened to the bench, preventing any movement. Simultaneously, your hands are also restrained, adding another layer of immobility to the scenario. This creates a confined position where your body is both supported and restrained. Drawing comparisons to a playful and yet controlled stance, offering a unique blend of comfort and constraint. Some people don’t like this position but I would have to say that it is one of my favorites. Sebastian is now standing in front of me without clothes on and his thick bed dick is level with my mouth. I seductively lick my lips at the sight of his cock. He grabs his dick with the p

I gag around the cloth shoved into my mouth, held there by a thick ribbon of duct tape. There’s another hard slap, and my body reverberates with the force of it. “Keep fighting, and I will keep slapping some sense into you,” Adam laughs brightly, my pain his comedy. “And if slapping doesn’t work, I can use my fists, or my feet.”

I commanded pointing my erect dick in her face. She looked surprised but soon got on her knees and put it in her mouth. She messaged my balls as she chocked on it and it was driving me insane. I held her hair up and moved my hip in thrust that made her gag even more. I shot a load down her throat but I still wasn't done.

CHAPTER 6 Kendall felt like her whole body was being crushed. She tried to move and heard a moan, holy shit, Blake had his leg and arm totally over her body. She pushed him off her but the big baboon didn't budge. "Get off me!" Again trying to shove him off. "Ask me nicely…." The smug asshole was awake. "I'm being crushed... Move already." "Ask me nicely." For fucks sake! "Please get off me." Dickhead…

That night, it was punishment—for closing my legs during the SUV ride earlier, a momentary lapse in obedience. He strapped me to the bench face down, my wrists and ankles cuffed to the legs with soft leather restraints he'd installed himself. My ass was up, exposed, my pussy already glistening in the low light. "Hold a plank," he ordered, positioning me so my core was tight, body straight like a board. I obeyed, muscles quivering as I lifted onto my elbows and toes, the strain immediate. He circled me slow, like a predator, his boots thudding softly. "Good form. Now stay there while Daddy tastes what's his."

I pressed my lips together in a smile and asked her sarcastically, “Didn’t you say you’d help me bid on it? Why aren’t you moving? Oh, do I have to do it myself?” Without waiting for her to react, I grabbed her arm and shouted, “Unlimited bid!”

“Ass up, face down. It’s time to mark that pretty skin properly.” My heart hammered as I climbed onto the bench. The padded leather was cool against my overheated skin. I positioned myself as instructed — knees spread wide on the lower platforms, chest and stomach pressed down, ass lifted high and presented obscenely. Master Viktor quickly secured my wrists and ankles with the thick cuffs, locking me in place so I couldn’t close my legs or move my hips away. I was completely helpless again, my dripping, cum-filled pussy and tight asshole fully on display to the glass wall.