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His hands mauled her tits, milk-like beads of sweat flying. \"Beg for my cum, breeder slut.\" He spanked her clit, the sting pushing her over again—another squirt arcing into the nave, soaking a front-row devotee's cloak. \"Fill me, Father—knock me up in front of them all!\" Dominic roared, flipping her missionary once more, pinning her legs back to her shoulders. He hammered deep, cockhead battering her cervix, the obscene bulge visible in her abdomen.

He fucked me with controlled dominance, his hands pinning my wrists above my head while he whispered filthy praise in my ear. I came twice before he filled me, and Liam reclaimed me immediately after, fucking me hard while Julian watched with dark approval. The second new Daddy was Theo, a young, athletic venture capitalist with a massive cock and endless stamina. His first session was during a small private party at the lakeside cabin. I was passed between him and three others for hours, my body rocking between their cocks as they took turns in every hole. Theo was rough and primal, spanking my ass red while he pounded me from behind,

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Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

Dominic's voice was dangerously quiet. "I walked in on them tonight," I continued, the words spilling faster now that I'd started. "In our bedroom. In our bed. She was... she was sucking his cock, and he didn't even stop when I came in. He just told her to keep going." "That fucking bastard," Damian growled, his hand curling into a fist on his thigh. "And then—" My voice broke, and I had to force myself to keep going. "Then he told me he wants an open marriage. Said our sex life is boring. That I don't excite him anymore. That he needs variety."

They obeyed immediately, lying side by side on the massive bed, thighs open for him. Dominic climbed between them. He started with Aria, sliding his thick cock into her soaked pussy in one deep thrust. He fucked her slowly at first, savoring her, then harder, pounding her while Lila watched. “Tell me you love being my slave,” he growled. “I love being your slave, Master,” Aria moaned, her voice breaking with shameful pleasure. “I don’t want to be free anymore. Please keep me.” He pulled out and moved to Lila, burying himself inside her tight cunt. He fucked her just as hard, making her whimper and moan.

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

I waited, wondering if I would say no if he said it all the time. "Well, ideally forever, but I am happy for you to remove it when you're around family. "I know we are married, and you are mine, and that shows it, but in the BDSM world, there are plenty of women married who also have a Dom outside their marriage," nodding, I replied. "Yes, I agree. I will keep it on at all times unless I am meeting family." I smiled at him, his lips kissing mine, and I watched as he jumped off the bed.

My hips ground against his hands shamelessly as if my body was begging for a release. He bit into my ear, making my whole body quiver. “You come when I say you come, not before.” Tears gathered at my lashes as he pushed me higher, fingers pumping into me until my climax was just on the edge. I was seconds away when he pulled out of my completely, leaving me gasping, knees threatening to give out. The bastard smirked down at me. I whimpered, humiliated but needy. Then I heard it, the sounds of heels clicking on the pavement. A woman’s voice filled the air, laughter carrying in the air. Adrian’s eyes glinted with something wicked. His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me

' I asked curiously. He took the book from me and explained. 'The Dom or the Dominant is the person whether male/female, who takes control and gives commands in a BDSM relationship or scene. In our relationship, I am the Dom and people like me are typically the ones who initiate and guide the activities, setting boundaries and ensuring the submissive's safety and consent.