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My body betrayed me though, arching, grinding up into him, taking him deeper. “Liar,” he hissed, pulling out again and flipping me over onto my stomach. In one brutal motion, he shoved my knees apart and drove into my pussy from behind. I bit into the pillow, screaming silently as the shock of his cock spearing me made my vision blur. “Look at you,” Domenico snarled, fisting his hand in my hair to yank my head back. “Taking me like a whore in your own marital bed. My son’s wife… my filthy little slut.”

I order and she obeys. These days, I'm starting to get obsessed with acting like a dom. No wonder Kaden was unhappy when I restricted him from doing it with my soul mate. I have always been her rightful husband and mate. It's just that she was so much in love with him too. In love with two hot men I guess. This Dom/sub thing can be so much fun, sexually. My hand rubs across her behind, smoothing one of her cheeks. "You have such a nice ass for Daddy to punish," I tell her, slapping her behind.

I skimmed through her stories and found her preferred fetishes extended here as well, but I also found several newly favorited stories involving mother/son incest. Seeing all of this, I started wondering how far I could push this. Making a basic plan, I read through her favorite stories over the course of a week and even made notes. Mom seemed to prefer the man to take the lead and make the decisions in sex or at least in her sexual fantasies. I wondered if she would be as susceptible to a dominant male personality in real life. I would have to play this very subtly. She also seemed to really enjoy the scenes where they make actively seduced the female or got her so worked up that "she had n

⚠️ Disclaimer: This story is drenched in bondage, submission, BDSM, and dark role play. Only keep reading if you’re strong enough to surrender and curious enough to crave what happens next! ~~~ I have been stripped naked with my wrists bound behind my back for what seems like hours. In reality, My boyfriend, Liam and I have only spent a short time in the dungeon with our new mistress, Mistress Selene, but time has no meaning trapped within the confines of the dungeon’s cold, stone walls.

Truth be told, I always got hard upon the mere sight of her. Jasper was lovely; I’d watched her once and twice occasionally I’d seen, and heard them. Making out, but more than that she always had a thrill to be held down, used and bred to be dominated. Bondage. She needed control, power. Not just a romp on the sheets and some few hours’ sex. I palmed my cock again, squeezing the shaft, picturing this — why I’d be better than any man she’s had. I loved being a dom. She should learn too how to be submissive and enjoy every bit of his impoverished body, with pain and pleasure.

"Why did you do it?" "I lost the bet with Domina which made me her slave for a day. She told me I wouldn't have to do anything with a cock during my slavery unless I begged for one. I begged for a cock when she wouldn't let me cum until I did. Then Domina made me think I would have to let Master fuck me in all my holes, though in the end, I only had to suck his cock. But when I decided I wanted to remain a slave and wanted to submit to a woman who already a slave to a Master, I would have to be available to him. Now, with but a few exceptions which I agree to, only my mouth is available to men except Master. He mostly uses his other slaves for sex, but I am available to him at all times just

"You as well, Bells. I must admit, I'm very curious about what could possibly bring you all the way out here unannounced." Before I could gather my scattered thoughts to explain, hurried footsteps rapidly approached from around the corner. Arthur's loutish cousin Brady appeared, face mottled with ugly splotches of anger. "I knew it!" he crowed spitefully. "I always suspected you had some slutty side piece hidden away for your own sordid amusement!" His vicious glare bounced contemptuously between us. "Does your dear Vivian even have any idea you were carrying on an affair throughout your marriage, you devious bastard?"

0022- The Goblin's Last Raid 0023- Side Story _______ Arc 2: My Wife Is A Closet Yandere! Update: Completed Hubby: What are you doing? K: Playing. Hubby: *sees another guy who got tied up and only wearing boxers with mouth covered* K: He wants to PaPaPa me and I said no, but he insists so I said I want to try BDSM. *took the kitchen knives and threw them to the guy who got tied up* Hubby: ... K: If his crown survives from my knives, I'll ask you if he can PaPaPa me, of course, your decision matters... But if you agree, we will divorce, duh!

My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus. Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe. “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.” Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicab

We kissed over his body, hands everywhere — stroking his chest, pulling his hair, choking him lightly as he thrust up into us. I lost count of how many times I came. Madison did too. We were insatiable, using him as our shared toy. His cock stayed rock-hard, abused and worshipped in turns. We edged him mercilessly — slowing down when he got close, slapping his balls lightly, making him beg. “Please… fuck… I can’t—” “You can,” Madison whispered, riding him faster. “Take it for your girls.” I leaned down and bit his nipple while she choked him lightly. His body bucked wildly beneath us. The raw power we held over him — this strong, dominant man reduced to trembling need — was the most erotic t