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**HotFantasy88:** Fuck, Susan. That dildo is going to look incredible stretching your tight little pussy. Set up the new light and tripod. I want another private call. I’ll tip $800 this time if you ride it for me, wear the red set, and get really loud and nasty. Tell me how bad you need real cock while you fuck yourself.

He had just wanted some pussy. I continued down the page. *Shared kinks: weapon play, domination, oral, anal, toys, BDSM of all kinds with the exception of watersports or scat play, name-calling, degrada—* "Sofia?" I snapped the folder shut and shoved it under a stack of papers so fast I knocked my coffee cup sideways. My boss was leaning out of his office, one hand on the door frame, tie slightly crooked. "Do you have a minute?"

Even her stammering makes me smile. "You won't need your dress for this date." I leave the shop feeling her gaze on me. It’s been four months since I’ve had sex. That’s a decision that’s about to be rectified. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Fair warning. One of the readers on this book commented: If you don't like BDSM, RUN. Another commented: I don't read BDSM but this is great. And another: Handstock, blindfold and displayed, Cuffs... Everything is touched. So Hot

I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word. The pinwheel retreats, replaced by gentle kisses from his mouth. Slowly kissing down my body, he swings the whip again, prompting moans as I lean forward, supported by the ropes. His hand teases, the leather against my sex inducing moans. The pinwheel presses against my back, followed by the cooling touch of ice. The sensations drive me wild, escalating my moans. His hand trails back up, gripping my body tightly, and his lips meet mine. The leather against my skin pushes me over the edge, and my loud moans confirm the undeniable climax. The whip swings forcefully, and my screams echo as the s

Command after command. Vee: Faster on your clit. Add a third finger. I whimpered softly as I stretched myself, three fingers thrusting deeper while my other hand worked my clit with firmer strokes. My legs shook, spread obscenely wide on the chaise. Sweat beaded along my collarbone, trickling down between my breasts. The sounds I made grew louder, less controlled—moans and gasps that felt far too real for a paid session. “You’re close, aren’t you?” Vee’s voice dropped even lower, almost a growl. “I can hear it. Hold it. Don’t you dare come until I say.”

Then he suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and threw my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half completely — breeding press position. He slammed back inside me, going so deep I could legit feel him in my stomach. “Fuck— Alessandro!” I cried out, my eyes rolling back. He fucked me like he wanted to breed me, deep, powerful strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. His heavy balls slapped against my ass as he stared straight into my eyes. “I’m going to keep this pussy filled with my cum every single night,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. “You’re going to be addicted to my cock. Addicted to being bred like a good little wife. You want that?”

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

I don't want to marry that scumbag nerd, and I also don't want to let the money slip through my fingers. ------------- Thanks for giving this story a chance. I will not disappoint you. The story contains smuts, 18+ content and light BDSM (spanking, hadcuffing, dominating male etc). Move ahead only if you are comfortable. I will not put the warnings in each chapter. Follow my I G page (dayyyyydreamerrr) to view the cast and stay updated about my current and upcoming stories.

"Okay." He'd heard the story before in a dozen different ways. A young, inexperienced girl. A pseudo-Dom who uses BDSM to control women, then terrorizes them. Dara had come from a town a lot smaller than Fort Myers Beach. She was making her own way in the world, taking classes at the community college and working part-time. Sharing an apartment with another girl, a party girl, who took her to a private BDSM event one night in a large home.