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"As ready as someone can be to meet thirty supernatural in-laws while pretending to be madly in love with their emotionally constipated leader." "I'm not emotionally constipated." "Damien, you've said maybe fifty words to me that weren't about business or living arrangements. You're practically emotionally constipated with a side of repression." Before he could argue, the front door opened and people started emerging. Lots of people. All tall, attractive, and moving with that fluid grace that marked them as definitely not human. "Showtime," I muttered, then plastered on my brightest smile as a silver-haired woman practically flew down the steps toward us.

his eyes dragged over me, slow, hungry “—you’re checking a lot of very specific boxes.” Disappointment hit low—sharp, hot, almost predictable. Of course the walking wet dream wasn’t after anything more than sex. A casual arrangement. Just my luck. But hey, at least it meant my flirting hadn’t completely tanked. I forced a smirk, swallowing the sting. “Wow. Straight to the point with the kink proposal. Bold of you.” He shook his head. “Not a hookup. I’m looking for a sub.” My mouth opened. “Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?”

I slurred, shouting at him, "You're nobody to me!" That stopped him dead in his tracks. His stare turned primal. Something ancient woke up in those silver eyes. He stepped closer, every movement heavy with deadly dominance. Then, he reached out, gripping my chin to force my eyes up to his. "Little one." His voice was a deep, ancient rumble, every word dripping with absolute possession. "If I can't tell you what to do after waiting centuries for you... then who the hell can?" Right then, the alcohol took the wheel. I went completely limp against his strong arms as my mind went black.

"Yes, I don't like to come to these parties where I don't know many people. And what about you?" He looks good in Raven blue Tux; that lite beard face caught my attention. "I am a regular at these parties. As you know, we need to build connections with smart people." UGH, he seems boring. Mister, I am here for something else, not talking about business. "I am Landon Davis; I am the owner of Davis textiles," Woah, Davis textiles, we sent them our marketing tender for this year. "Hello Landon, I am Rubel Johnson. HR head in Enamore Marketing firm,"

She had his soul from the moment she made eye contact with him. Submissive women are more my kink, but I've come to a conclusion after watching her tonight. I have several kinks, but the most severe and insatiable kink of all is Aurora, I have an Aurora kink. I'm a puppet for whatever this woman has to offer, she doesn't know this but there's nothing I won't let her do to me just to have those eyes on me.

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.

“You’ll drag me straight to hell, and I’ll thank you for it.” She whimpered again, the sound feeding me the same way worship songs did. I kept watching my cock slide in and out of her, each time glistening more. I held back in the office, but I didn't hold back now, I fucked her so hard she was screaming at the top of her lungs, and that didn't matter. This was my home, no one was coming in this late but her, she was bold, she was sexy, she was amazing. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she gasped, unknowingly feeding my kink back to me. “The biggest,” she cried out, her words stuttering. “The hardest, oh please—Father...don’t stop. Don't fucking stop!” She whimpered.

His c*ck reared in anticipation and he knew that he was going to get into her bed and f*ck her till she begged for mercy, very soon. * His brother had stopped speaking and was looking at him expectantly. “I’ll check it out, visit the Kinksters one of these nights,” he growled, naming the leading Club in the area that catered to patrons who were looking for something different. A few of the clients came up to greet them and chat then they began to talk of other mundane issues, related to the gambling outlets, the employees and the surveillance systems. A couple of women drifted over, one of them in a backless dress, young and perky as she smirked at O’Grady meaningly.

I cut him off sharply, feeling my heart beating hard and my face flushing. No, it wasn't some random guy. It would have been better if it was a random guy that I would never see again but it was fucking Russo! It was Russo who had held me down last night and rubbed my clit, he was the one who touched my pussy and spanked my pussy making me cum on his hands like a little, good slut. He was the one whose words pushed me over the edge. He was the one I had lost control for and called daddy. A kink of mine that I had promised myself I would never expose to anyone. It was Russo, not some random guy.