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She couldn’t imagine herself a slave to that man, if he looked that as a vampire that means he was over a thousand human years old, he gave her a disgusted look that made her know that he was interested in more than her blood, she wanted to gag. Prince Damien had a smile on his face, Lord Benedict was an old pervert who regularly buys young slaves and ends up killing them with his deranged preferences, it was so bad that any girl he buys does not live up to two weeks in his care, HIS girl will definitely not go with him.

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

Now I was twenty-eight, broke, and desperate enough to work in a place like this. Lexi told me about Velvet Dominion three weeks ago. An elite underground BDSM club where the richest people in Lagos came to fuck and dominate in total secrecy. The money was insane if you let them play with your body. I cried the first time she said it. Then I cried again when the power company threatened to disconnect my light. So here I was. The stairs went down deep. The air grew thicker with every step,perfume, sweat, pussy, and that sharp smell of leather. Madam Elara waited for me at the bottom. Sharp cheekbones, red lips, black dress that looked painted on.

I had arrived at The Dungeon of Desires, a clandestine BDSM club hidden away in the heart of the city, where only the most depraved and perverse souls dared to tread. As I adjusted my black mask, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation coursing through my veins. The dim lighting cast an eerie glow across the room, revealing various stations of depravity: whipping posts, spanking benches, and an array of torture devices that would make even the most hardened masochist shudder.

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

She wept lowly knowing she would be the one to face her husband's punishment as Master Damien never punished his offenders. He slew them and their family become his slaves and serve him. If you are lucky enough to attract him, you would be turned into his sex slave. But in her case, she already knew he does not sleep with married women so her punishment would be to work in the farmlands day and night with little food. If you were lucky enough, you would survive but if you were not, you die and your dead body would be thrown into the blood river. Master Damien stepped into the room and glanced at the woman who was tied to a poll, Such a disgrace that her stupid husband went against his words.

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

My breasts bounced as my master took me from behind, His thrusts were hard, and each thrust made sounds. “You feel so good, Star,” he whispered into my ears. “More, master! Hit me if you like. Treat me like your whore. Take me hard and fast!” I cried out. “What a slut you are!” He slapped my arse. “Master!” I cried out. Electrifying shocks racked through my body as my master's thrusts became hard. I felt myself getting wetter as he hit my arse, making it bounce. “More, master!” I lowered my head, and arched my back, trying to match his thrusts.

"Or... shall we play something crazier?" Phelan felt that the blowjob was not enough to stimulate his sexual pleasure, so he wanted to try BDSM (*). ((*): BDSM in English stands for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism.This is a sex trend that many people choose, because it will feel different from the trend. always educated.) Phelan tore the sheets and tied Aurora's arms and legs to the four corners of the bed. Aurora didn't understand what he was doing, but she lay still and waited obediently.

Intense BDSM (bondage, spanking, slapping, choking, gag, plugs, cuffs), total power exchange, public humiliation, throat fucking, forced orgasms/orgasm denial, extreme dirty talk, knotting/breeding, size difference, crying/messy submission, possessive marking. READ WITH HOLY WATER RIGHT BESIDE YOU!!! 1 ~ The Auction Block The cold iron chains bit into my wrists as I stood there, naked and trembling, under the harsh glare of the auction house lights. My family had sold me to settle their massive debt to the pack—debts from failed hunts, lost territories, and bad alliances.