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"For your partner, I have a popular one called She Comes First: The Thinking Man's Guide to Pleasuring a Woman." "She comes first, huh? If only," she says sarcastically. "No, I'm looking more for the, um.... do-it-yourself section." She laughs nervously. I pause a minute before continuing. "Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure.

“I am a dom, Ms. Cane I go by many names: top, dominator, master, when mixing d/s- that is domination and submission. With master/slave relations I prefer to be called ‘Sir’ by my subs. My job as a dom is to ensure my sub is pleased… at my leisure and preference, of course. I use my little room, the room you invaded, to my advantage. It comes equipped with toys of all sorts that I like to play with. My sub, a willing woman, is the best toy of all inside those walls.” By now my fingertip was playing with the zipper on her grey, seamed, cotton pants. I undid the button and proceeded to rub her pussy through her lace panties. Impressive. I like a woman who knows how to wrap it up and present it

His pleasure an satisfaction was too priority. Dominik took off the dress I had one and my skin was bare to him. He kissed the lean muscle of belly and down to my thighs, which he had slung around his neck. Dominik gave me pleasure, and I drowned in it, sinking deeper and deeper in the sea of ecstasy.

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He didn't say anything, just left the door open and walked back into the room. I was surprised that he let me in without any complaints. I closed the door behind me and saw his room, he has posters of rock bands: Kiss, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, AC/DC, Guns N' Roses; also a lot of books, which are scattered next to his bed. His room is nothing like I imagined. I thought he was one of those guys who had posters of girls in bikinis and condom envelopes all over the room. And what else could I think? With the scene the other day with that girl impossible not to think he was that kind of guy. I saw Nick looking at me as I looked around his room. I blushed and approached him. "Sit on the be

“This would be the best sex of your life, Princess. Trust me.” THRUST. After something broke in me and liquid trickled down my thighs, every other thrust turned into pleasure and less pain. Soon, the pain was gone and was replaced with pleasure. Bryan made sure he explored every sex position he knew and I could say it was hands down the best sex of my life. For the life of me, I didn’t want it to end. Thirty minutes passed and Daddy's body stiffened with a grunt. “I want to come.” He muttered.

It was just enough to put Dom’s audio aside for a wihile. Just as I turned, I collided with someone. I bent to grab the book and when I straightened, I froze. It was Dom. What the hell was he doing here? He smiled, holding the book out like he was completely unaware of the tension hanging between us. “Lola Noir, huh? That's a classic.” He grinned. I nodded, quickly grabbing the book. Damn, this was awkward. I couldn't decide which one was worse, the other night or the erotic novel I was clutching to my chest.

My breathing is irregular, my heart is racing, and my sex is pulsating under Dom's domination, who knows exactly what to do to leave me at his mercy. I lose control and orgasm, my body collapsing, my mind foggy, as an ecstatic moan escapes my lips. Dominique's hands squeeze me, driving his fingers hard into my waist, growling, as he gives me one last thrust before filling me with his cum. His breathing is panting, as is mine, his lips brushing against mine, as he pulls out of me. “You've lost. You'll be two weeks without hazelnut cream”, Dom says, satisfied. “You did it on purpose!”, I protest, receiving a cynical smile in response.

I hated that my body still reacted this way—still remembered the way Niklaus had fucked me yesterday in the library stacks. I’d thought that meant something. That he wanted me. Just me. But page 10 of the contract flashed behind my eyes—cold, clinical black ink: 10.3 – The Dominant reserves the right to include additional participants in scenes, including but not limited to threesomes, group play, or other configurations, at His sole discretion and mood.

A broken whimper escaped me, and I slapped a hand over my mouth, my body trembling from the sheer effort of staying quiet. “That’s it, baby, stay quiet for me,” Dom murmured against me, his voice vibrating through my core. Fuck. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All I could do was feel—the heat of his mouth, the wet suction, the relentless strokes of his tongue against my clit. The professors’ voices faded into the distance. All I could hear was the slurping, the needy moans from Dom as he devoured me. I was going to fall apart. Tight heat coiled behind my navel, my toes curling, my stomach clenching as the pleasure built higher and higher—