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"I'm going to fuck you now Kitty, and I won't stop pounding into your tight little hole until we both cum. I'll make sure you remember this day for the rest of your life." The effect his words had on me was so overwhelming. I was practically shivering right there on the bed. Domenic spread my legs apart and stared at my flower. "So beautiful." He praised. "You're so fucking wet for me princess!" The pet name caused my heart to stutter. I was panting hard. He rubbed his huge dick before bringing it closer to my pussy. I watched with need and a bit of fear. Would that fit? Domenic was very gentle. He pushed into me slowly, searching my face for any pain or discomfort. At first it really was pa

I whispered, Damien groaned in frustration as he lifted me fireman style, with a little spank on my butt, we carried me to the room, and there he laid me on the bed, then turned me over to lay on my stomach while my back was exposed to him, he then drags my thighs apart, the lifted my waist and pressed my head gently into the sheets, my pu$$y was pulsating from the pleasure of being so vulnerable. Then he knelt on the bed, I could feel his hand kneading my ass cheeks when he was done, h found his way inside me again, this time he was more gentle, "You are so wet for me Emilia,"

Tonight he’d blindfolded her so when he did strip down, she couldn’t see anything. Domini tried to wrap her head around the fact he always bent her over the closest horizontal surface. He’d not allowed additional touching, no eye contact. And by bending her over, three freakin’ times now, she wouldn’t feel the difference of his artificial leg as he pounded into her from behind. She’d just remember how hot and kinky it was that he fucked her so thoroughly. Don’t move. Keep your hands just like that. If he commanded her during the actual act of sex as well as foreplay, then she’d be less inclined to disobey and reach back to grab his thigh. Or the stump where his thigh used to be.

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.

I could almost feel his fingers between my legs again, the way he had touched me through my panties earlier and then pulled away, denying me the release I had wanted so badly. I typed back, my fingers moving before I could stop myself. Me: Maybe. But you stopped. So now I’m here in my bed, still sore, still wet, and still thinking about it. Thanks for that. The reply came almost immediately. Dom: You’re welcome. And if you keep pushing me like you did tonight, next time I won’t stop. Next time I’ll bend you over and spank that ass until it’s red and hot, just like I did tonight. But I won’t stop there. I’ll cuff your wrists, spread you open, and edge you with my fingers and my mouth until yo

But not only did he not answer, but he easily picked me up and pressed me against the wall like the man last night. The feeling of being dominated by a man poured down from the top of my head again, along my spine to the soles of my feet, and then from the soles of my feet to my heart, prompting me to completely give up resistance. I propped my hands on the window, tiptoed, and obediently raised my hips...

She would come hard around my cock, crying out as her inner muscles milked every drop from me, our releases mixing together in a slick, shared mess that left us both spent and drawn even closer. As the week progressed I gradually allowed her more freedom to move within the house, though always under my watchful and possessive eye. One night I carried her to my own larger bedroom and laid her out across my bed, worshipping her body with my mouth and hands until she was sobbing with overwhelming pleasure and multiple orgasms had left her limp and utterly pliant in my arms. I introduced toys then, pressing a vibrator firmly against her clit while I thrust into her from behind, the combined sens

She wanted whatever they were going into that hotel to do. A soft knock on the passenger’s window captured my attention. I unlocked the door for Franklin. He pulled on his seat belt. “I just saw your assistant. I guess her taste in men hasn’t changed.” I stared at him. He saw her too. It was real. I hadn’t figured out it was her at first. Odessa often kept her hair up in a bun. She never let it down. I could bet it was the guy that wanted her to do that. If what Franklin said was true, then the guy must be a rich dominant alpha. Odessa never dated anyone under that description. They had to be wealthy, hot, and dominant.

she whispers. “Let me see, baby. I want to see how wet you are,” I say, my voice starting to take on a pleading tone with how aroused I am. I have to get myself under control. My mate likes it when I’m in control in the bedroom. I don’t want her to flounder while we’re having fun. That’s part of the job of the dom in the relationship. To make sure that their sub feels safe while in a scene. She pulls her hand out of her shorts and shows them to me. They glisten with her juices all the way down to her palm, with part of her palm being wet as well.

on his lips, sweet and intoxicating. She deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him, teasing him. She reached down, her fingers finding the cock ring, and slowly, deliberately, she loosened it. The sub gasped, his body convulsing as the blood rushed back to his cock, his orgasm building, his body coiling tight. "Cum for me, my pet," Domica commanded, her voice a low, dangerous purr. "Cum for me now." And he did, his body convulsing as he spilled his seed, his cries of pleasure echoing in the room. Domica watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her body sated and content. She reached down, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, feeling his body tremble beneath