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I wanted to run my tongue along his cock, tracing his satin-covered erection, and make him groan with abandon. That was my kink. My own secret. I went crazy and uncontrollably dirty for men like Kelvin. Kelvin carefully backed out from behind the set, standing up with a lopsided grin. His dark blond hair was mussed, and he looked sexier than ever to me. I couldn’t hold myself back.

A thrill shoots through me when he tightens the first one. The men I invite into my bedroom will pull my hair and boss me around. They are not true dominants and can barely call themselves a top. Damian breathes dominance and he knows all the little ways to increase the tension of a scene. The California kink community is close knit. I earned my living as an edgy Domme who's good with a whip. Publically seeking out a dominant to get me off wasn't something I was willing to risk. My mystique was half the allure and I needed every lousy dime Johnny Ford paid me.

Then I realized that they were his clients. I was just preparing the ground. The Greik's own a third of the clubs in Manhattan. The Cassels on the other side. A single rule exists between both sides: do not mix with the other's business. I keep the pistol, but not before putting the safety on it. I have been passionate about weapons since I was very young and I have reached a level where I clean, operate, insert and remove the safety automatically. "If the DuFlu come for us ... "They will come for you!" I speak hard and sink my index finger into his chest threateningly. It's your shit! You clean it!

He spat. Roman clenched his fists so hard, his nails dug into the flesh of his palms. He grit his teeth and took a step forward. "I don't care who it is. Who cares about weirdo like her? What does she know anyway?" "I bet you'd love to find out wouldn't you? She knows all about your disgusting habits doesn't she? How often are you do that to her? Or are you too afraid to ask her yourself?"

Jun bit his plump lip nervously, head down and cheeks pink. "I'm talking about you being a masochist," Namgyu whispered and Jun closed his eyes in embarrassment. "It isn't normal-" "Yes, it is Kim Seokjun." Namgyu interrupted sternly, raising Jin's chin so the latter would look at him. "It's okay to be a masochist. It's normal to have kinks. It is completely okay and almost everyone has kinks. Some people are in a purely BDSM relationship with other people. Just that and nothing more. It's okay, it exists and happens."

“Do that again.” “What?” “Tighten around me.” Grinning, she did. He hissed. “That feels good.” India kissed the sexy dent in his chin. “Mmm. You must’ve forgotten how good sex is in your sexual sabbatical.” “No. It’s never felt like this. And I don’t believe it’s because I was wasted some of the other times.” Her heart leapt. “But there is one thing I remember.” “What’s that?” Colt clasped both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. “I am in charge. I ain’t the ‘Would it be okay if I did this, honey?’ kind of lover. I’m demandin’. Greedy. And I prefer a little kink.”

Then he laid back and held her to him, even as she tried to move away. “Get still, pet.” He warned as he moved a hand down to her garter belt and then her ass. “I like the idea of my come inside you.” He squeezed her ass and kissed her temple. “Until I decide to clean you out.” She froze and looked at him and he simply shrugged. “I’ve played and discovered what I like. I have a breeding kink and love to eat pussy.” He brought her mouth to his for a kiss.

The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had. By dessert, I was a wreck. Tears of desperate need pricked my eyes. My nipples were painfully hard against the thin dress. Kai had the vibrator on its highest setting for nearly two full minutes while he discussed quarterly profits. “Please…” I whispered brokenly when the investor briefly left the table. Kade’s hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers brushing my soaked entrance around the harness. “Hold it.” The moment the lunch ended and we were back in the privacy of the limo, they pounced.

Her subconscious stated and Imogen gritted her teeth. "Am not an object to satisfy you or your feelings, no one owns me not you, not him. I might be your S3x slave but that is all I will ever be to you" "Wrong" His strong voice echoed through the walls. "I will determine what you will be to me, not you. My words won't change if you can't be mine. No one can have you, not even yourself. You can keep denying it, but you already belong to me"

He frowns at my question, then puts both of his hands on the roof of the car, caging me in. “You think there’s something wrong with you because danger turns you on? Caterina, I have clubs that cater to people with kinks and needs that would make your arousal to violence seem normal. Does your preference turn me on? Fuck, yes, and I cannot wait to experiment just how deep your kink goes, but for now, the answer is no. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.” He says, then smiles and kisses my cheek before stepping away from me. “Now get in this car before I tear that tiny fucking dress off,” he growls.