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"I knew you were fascinated by her Devon, but this?" Dominique asked. Devon smiled disarmingly. His charm was legendary, as was his ability to manipulate people. "Dominique. I've given you the results of my research, the conclusions and how I arrived at them. The raw data is referenced, and I'm certain will be checked to confirm it. The training would be different from what we're doing here, no ability to program the candidate with Sandman, however the physical techniques, the tricks our slaves learn, would be able to be taught."

Then, finally, himself. He's ready for her. More than ready: his erection is huge, twitching upright, glistening with the oil... For a confirmed Dom, he sure likes taking instructions from his sub... ... One hand round his shaft, he guides himself home, easing in, then out, then in again, more deeply.

“Sign the contract. Surrender your worthless life to me entirely and become my willing pet, or the brat dies tonight.” My eyes scanned the crisp white paper resting on the cold marble floor. The bold letters at the top of the page seemed to burn straight into my retinas. Dominant-Submissive Agreement. The title shocked me to my very core. The room seemed to tilt on its axis as the reality of what he was demanding sank in. He wanted to own me, break me, and fuck me in any way, morning and night. I should have torn the paper into shreds and protected what little dignity I had left.

He just had it wrapped in a tight, corporate suit of armor. BEVERLY: So if I want to crack that armor, what is the first move? KITTEN_HEELS: Test his command. The next time he gives you an order, don't snap back with sarcasm, and don't just meekly obey either. Hold his gaze, obey slowly, and let him see the exact moment you choose to give him that control. PETAL_DROP: And look for an excuse to get close to his space. Doms are incredibly territorial. If you enter his orbit looking soft and deliberate, his possessive side will take over before his logical brain can stop it.

I can't help but gasped at what he did as I was waiting for what he will do next. "Fuck! What are you doing, Dom?" I asked Dom with a confused tone when he suddenly rubbed his dick on my ass, it felt so fucking weird when he rubbed his dick on me, especially since I was not used to someone doing it to me. "I'm sorry sir, it's just my fetish. I love the idea of rubbing my raging hard dick in the ass of a muscular and handsome top, it feels so dominating." Dom replied and he did not even bother to stop what he was doing to me.

Amari suggested and I felt her enthusiasm. “Wouldn’t it hurt?” “Don’t worry. Max said it will only hurt the first time.” I was relief on what she said. Honestly, I am also excited to shift. I think I had fully accepted who I am and I’m eager to learn more. But I guess I’ll be doing it on my own. I stood up and walk to a more clear space in the house. I then closed my eyes and concentrated more. Breathe in, then breathe out.

I want to choose Truth, but what fun will that be? “Dare.” A slow smirk curls into Dominique’s lips as he locks eyes with me. “I dare you to touch yourself right now, right here, and don’t try to hold back your moans. I wanna hear you. And you have less than three minutes to cum.”

Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission.

"Don't pull down. You can't overpower me. I’m twice your size." He loosens his grip slightly, allowing me to breathe. "Drop your weight," he instructs. "Stomp my instep. Elbow to the gut. Use your bones. Use gravity." I hesitate. "Do it," he barks. I drop my weight, slamming my heel down onto his boot. I drive my elbow back hard. It connects with his abs. It feels like hitting a brick wall. Dominik grunts, the air leaving his lungs in a rush, and his grip loosens enough to allow me to spin out of the hold, breathing hard.