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Sally Wallaker flinched when she saw me suddenly appear on camera. "No, Kyla. The sponsor made this extra spicy just for the challenge. You won't be able to handle it." I didn't let go. I just smiled at her. "What if I can?" Before I could finish, my wrist was clamped in a crushing grip. Francis Moss's hand felt like iron, squeezing so hard that it nearly broke me. But facing the camera, he was still smiling. "Kyla, quit messing around. If you wanna try, I'll bring you some next time. Just don't disrupt Sally's stream today. It'll mess with the numbers."

Lara felt her heart ached as she watched the videos, and she saw most of them where Mike, it wasn't old videos and they were recently taken videos of how masculine and handsome Mike looked. Lara gulped the hard lump that had formed in her throat as hot tears streamed down her eyes. She saw some almost semi nude ladies in bikini dancing and twerking for Mike, and how they poured him drinks like they were celebrating something. Lara even saw one of the ladies sat on Mike's thighs and was touching her husband freely. Her blood boiled hot as she couldn't believed all the things that she was seeing. Unable to bare her hurt, Lara stood up and went back into her room that she stares with Esther to

“If we had the blow-dryer I need with special attachments and a flat iron, I would let you do the entire process. It takes hours. I haven’t done it myself in years. It’s a good thing that LaCoya’s hands are the best in Phoenix.” She went on to explain the process. It was nice to see her relaxed and happy for a change. The house was heating up and I saw just a touch of sweat on her brow. I lay down the comb and picked up my phone. “We need to move downstairs. It’s getting too hot up here. When the sun goes down, we’ll open the place up and let the cooler air in.” She read the message. “We’re going to your bedroom to hang out for hours. If you don’t want sex, what the hell are we going to do?”

“The Elder Council acknowledges that Sophie Turner has passed the Wisdom Challenge.” Even Elder Sarah had to nod, though she looked like it physically hurt. Christian's pride hit me through the bond like a tidal wave. I caught his eye across the hall. He was smiling—really smiling—and the warmth in his expression made my chest tight. “The Strength Challenge will commence in three days,” Elder Thompson announced. “Luna candidate Sophie Turner will face pack warriors in formal combat trials.” The hall buzzed with excitement. I was still floating on the high of success when I returned to my suite.

The rules were simple but cruel: every challenge would be judged by how many loads we earned, how loudly we moaned, how deeply we took them, and how desperately we begged. The first challenge was a deepthroat competition. They lined up seven men in front of each of us. Sophia and I dropped to our knees side by side on the soft carpet. The men took turns feeding us their cocks while the rest watched and placed bets. Sophia was skilled and eager, gagging noisily as she forced thick shafts down her throat. But I had months of dedicated training on my side. I relaxed my throat completely and took them deeper, sloppier, and louder than she could manage.

After that we decided to go swimming and do some activities offered on the island. We went back to our room feeling exhausted. We just cuddle. We're too tired to do some other naughty things. We decided to watch a movie while cuddling. "I want to see you wife like that." Maru said. "What?" "Like the girl in that movie, get jealous and be possessive." “Weren’t you feel like your being choked?”

I knew I wouldn’t conceive today because I was still on the pill but that didn’t stop me from enjoying his passionate attention. “Ah! Ah! Edward…so deep…it’s…rough…” I moaned and panted while I enjoyed the sensation of his hot cock rubbing against my pussy walls and pushing against the pleasure spots deep inside of my wet hole. My body felt like it was on fire as we continued to couple wildly. The heat of our body and the hot spring a stark contrast to the cold wind blowing and the white snowy scene that we could see. Edward’s hands pumped my breasts and played with my nipples as his cock ploughed roughly into me from behind.

She kept praying that she wouldn't have to take any challenges, she didn't want to have to do the challenges or drink alcohol. However, God wanted to tease her from time to time. When she saw the words written on the paper, she wished to swallow it into her stomach. “What's the challenge?” Emma sat next to her and asked her softly. “Vivian number 5, can anyone here pick number 3? The challenge is that number 5 must French kiss number 3 for 15 seconds.” The sound director sat next to her and read aloud. Vincent laughed, filling two long cocktail glasses with Bordeaux wine.

"I just want some water." "How dare you bring him here." Julien stood. "How dare you bring Adrien Duval to my house to challenge me, to humiliate me in front of…" "In front of your mistress?" I filled a glass from the tap, my hands were surprisingly steady. "I didn't bring him here, Julien. He gave me a ride home because I was freezing to death outside while you were busy entertaining." "You left your post!" "My post?" I turned to face him, something sharp and reckless rising in my chest. "I'm not a soldier, Julien. I'm your wife. And in case you missed it, I nearly died of hypothermia following your ridiculous orders."

"You're all here because you're experienced, vetted, and ready to push boundaries. Tonight, you'll have the opportunity to claim a submissive for an entire weekend. But first, you need to earn the points to bid." She explained the point system. We'd start the evening with challenges designed to test our dominance, our creativity, our ability to read and respond to submissives. Each challenge we completed successfully would earn us points. The more points we had, the higher we could bid. "The challenges will be public," Helena continued. "You'll be demonstrating your skills in front of the group. Some challenges will involve the house submissives who haven't been claimed yet. Others will be s