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“Fuck me harder, Daddy!” Doug groaned as he felt his throbbing cock lunge in and out of Lily’s tight cunt, as he took her virginity. He pounded her harder and harder as her tight little pussy got hot and wet. “Put your fingers on your clit,” Doug commanded wanting to teach the little schoolgirl how to bring herself to orgasm as he pumped her small cunt. Lily did as she was instructed, reaching her right hand down between her legs, pushing her ass hard against Doug’s cock. Her pussy was slippery now and Doug struggled not to cum as he felt the incredible tightness wrapped around his shaft.

She will do so eagerly without any excitation. 8.) The SUBMISSIVE may not touch the DOMINANT except she's prescribed to do so. 9.) The SUBMISSIVE must always excellently conduct herself to the DOMINANT to address him as SIR or MR ALICANTÉ or a good title as the DOMINANT. Please you to. 10.) The DOMINANT can flog, spank, the SUBMISSIVE as he wishes, in terms of punishment or for the derivation of pleasure. 11.) The DOMINANT may get angry with the SUBMISSIVE. Colors like "BLACK and RED" are used to bind her as punishment.

Samuel flirted with me. I would like to say it was the words that did him in but the wink he gave me broke Dom. Doms growl made my body vibrate next to him. "Dom...baby...he's only trying to piss you off. Look...he's laughing right now. Calm down I'm yours. I'm only yours. Always." I whisper to him as I rub his bicep.

“Your daddy’s friends are running a train on you in his dining room, and you’re still talking shit. I fucking love it.” He fucks me hard and fast, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip with bruising force. Dom doesn’t have Vincent’s patience or Marcus’s brutality. Dom fucks like it’s a sport — competitive and cocky and angled perfectly because he’s been watching the other three figure out what makes me cum and he’s using every piece of information against me. “Your little college boyfriend fuck you like this?” he pants, driving deep enough that I feel him in my chest.

I remember grumbling through that inhuman training, wandering when I would even ever need it. And now—here I am. Cloaked in Eleanor’s magic, crouched at the edge of a 4000-foot vertical drop, with nothing but stone and fog stretching into forever below. Dom is first. He moves over the edge like a shadow, his body a line of silent, fluid strength. No ropes. No tech. Just muscle, instinct, and control. He disappears into the mist, the only trace of him the faint scrape of boots against stone. He glances up once and signals.

It was a new message from him. Dominanttothecore: “Yes. You can call me Dom while we talk, and if we meet up, I demand it. It is good that you asked. I’ve read your profile, and I like what I see. But let me be clear, if you’re only looking for a quick thrill, I’m not the Dom for you. I want a steady, devoted play partner, someone I can push, test, and train, someone who learns my expectations, who obeys without hesitation, and who trusts me to take control and fulfill every need. In return, I will demand their loyalty, attention, and surrender because anything less will never be enough.”

she asks politely, her eyes dancing around my face. "I would love to register as a dom here, but only for the spirit of it. I don't care what the benefits are, that doesn't interest me," I tell her plainly. Frowning, she ticks her fingers before coming back with a reply for me. "Well, you need to have about ten million Euro in one of your accounts before being admitted as a club Dom, and from your family's record, I can assure you that you match the criteria without even flipping the book to check it out.

He looked down at me, his eyes dark with a desire that felt more like possession than love. "Say it," he commanded, his voice vibrating against my lips. "I'm yours," I gasped, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. "Always," he whispered, before the world dissolved into the frantic, heated reality of his touch. He took me with a focused intensity, his movements rhythmic and demanding, driving every thought of the South Side from my mind until there was nothing left but the sound of our breathing and the heat of our skin. In those moments, I truly believed I was his wife. I believed the "romance" was real.