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“Yes… I’m yours.” “Good girl.” He rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her wrists behind her back. With the soft black ribbon that had been part of her auction outfit, he tied her hands together , not painfully tight, but secure enough that she couldn’t pull free. The light bondage made her feel deliciously helpless and heightened every sensation. Mikhail knelt behind her, spreading her knees wide on the silk sheets. He ran two fingers through her cum-filled pussy, scooping up some of his own seed before pushing it back inside her. “Look at that. Already leaking my cum. But we’re just getting started.”

He grabbed my wrists and tied them behind my back with my own soaked panties that he picked from the floor. The fabric was cool and tight against my skin, cutting off all circulation. His hand fisted in my hair, and he yanked it hard, forcing my back to arch. My scalp burned, tits pushed out, nipples hard and aching. “Fuck, will you look at that,” He said, voice thick with lust. “Two pretty pink tight holes. They’re both gonna get their fill of this cock.” He pressed the fat, slick head of his cock against my asshole. It burned as he pushed in. The stretch was intense, way more than my pussy. I gasped and whimpered, my body tensing.

I felt exposed, vulnerable, and completely under his control in the middle of the room where millions of dollars were negotiated every day. "Open for me," he commanded. I didn't hesitate. I pulled my legs back, hooking my heels over the edge of the table, exposing myself to the harsh fluorescent lights above. Vincent stepped into the space I’d created, his body a wall of heat. He didn't use finesse. He didn't use a condom. He guided himself to the entrance of my heat and pushed in with a slow, agonizing force that made me cry out, the sound bouncing off the glass walls.

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“Master— you taste so good— I love your cock— please use my mouth—” He came down her throat with a raw groan, holding her head gently while she swallowed every drop. They barely stopped. He fucked her again on her back, legs over his shoulders. Then from behind, spanking her ass red while she pushed back against him, begging for more. Between rounds they talked softly. She admitted how freeing it felt to let go. How she’d never felt this safe and this owned at the same time. He confessed how long he’d wanted her like this — how he’d jerked off thinking about her on her knees for months.

Nana Spending nights thinking about a masseur you met just once was a bad habit. But when have I ever said I had a good habit? I had always dreamt of being touched every day by different men. I didn't like being touched twice by the same man, variety was the only thing that kept me interested— so I tended to book different masseurs every single time I went for a massage. But Conan's hands felt so good, they were an addiction I didn't want to break. For the first time, I wanted only one pair of hands on me.

They used the thick butt plug on her, working it in and out while one of them fucked the other hole, stretching her wider and wider. Zeeyah was a mess — drooling, sobbing, body covered in sweat and red handprints. Her pussy wouldn’t stop leaking. “Time to break you completely,” Ryder said, untying her ankles but leaving her wrists bound. They flipped her onto her stomach, ass hanging off the edge of the table, then retied her legs wide again. Ryder climbed onto the table and slid underneath her, pulling her down so his cock sank deep into her pussy. “Relax, good girl. You’re gonna take all three of us at once tonight.”

“You took my dignity with your eyes long before your hands ever touched me.” Zach made a wet, pleading sound behind the tape. He tried to shake his head. “No?” Cole asked softly. “You don’t remember? Let me refresh your memory.” The wet glove finally made contact, and he slid up the inside of Zach’s thigh. The leather was cold and slick, the liquid making it glide over the coarse hair and trembling muscle. Zach jerked, and his bound hands twisted uselessly behind him. Cole watched his face. “You’re shaking now. Just like I was.”

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

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.