Novel & Cerita Storyville Slayer

I added loudly, causing him to clench his jaws and lock eyes with me. Taking a breath, he looked down at the black box of lingerie on the side table. “You’re right,” he started and grabbed the box from the side table. “I have no heart, no humanity, no compassion, nothing,” he said and looked up at me while I clenched my jaws in anger. “But don’t feel sorry for me. Because I am happy the way I am and…” he paused, walking closer to the bed before adding, “And yes, I love hunting and I don’t stop until I get what I want,”

“And the most premium thing the Slaughterhouse sells, the thing that gets you fast-tracked to the upper floors, no questions, red carpet — is the experience.” “What experience?” Nathaniel, to his eternal credit, does not blink. “The Slaughterhouse’s highest-paying clientele don’t come for the gambling. They come to satisfy appetites they can’t admit to in the daylight. The house keeps a floor—the most exclusive tier in the building—that operates like a high-end, underground pleasure house. They don’t do standard companionship. They offer bespoke hedonism. Extreme fetishes. Taboos. They keep a stable of highly specialised courtesans—male, female, whatever the client’s particular poison is. Yo

I had a spectacular view of his muscles contracting above me, and I was close to cummin again. Again, he slapped my ass and brought his hand to my pussy to sink one of his fingers next to his cock. Mr. Jenkin—I moaned. Please! "Cum, Skylar," he snapped. He twisted his finger inside me, reaching that point he knew he could control, and then I exploded in an orgasm that left his abdomen completely soaked. He thrust into me two more times before cummin inside me, he carefully pulled out and slapped my groin before standing up and untying my hands.

He takes a moment to see if he has my complete attention before continuing, making me realize it's some type of bad news. "There is someone blocking them off." "Cazzo, find out who and report back to me." I order, becoming irritated at the entire day. First my father forcing this arranged marriage shit on me, then, this sudden shift in business. (Fuck) And who the fuck is dumb enough to mess with my business? I guess we'll find the fuck out. I can't help, but go back to stalking the couple-more like the mystery woman. I see the little frat boy leading her somewhere off to the back. I have the urge to go get her, but it's not my place at all.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

“I’m your slut tonight!use me!” The dirty words fueled him. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he railed me. His cock kissed my cervix with each thrust, pleasure bordering on pain. I came a third time, squirting onto the sheets, voice hoarse from screaming. He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting me feel every vein. Then he pulled out and lay on the bed, stroking his glistening cock. “Ride me. Show me how bad you want it.”

A thick line of drool connected her lips to the tip of his cóck. “Messy little bitch” he muttered smearing it across her cheek. “Can’t even breathe without cóck in her throat” The other gripped her jaw forcing her face up toward him. “Say it” he ordered. “Tell us what you are.” Clara gasped for air, her voice hoarse. “I’m…I’m your slút Sir.” Both men groaned in approval. “Good girl” one said darkly. “And slúts don’t cum until their masters say so.”

Goosebumps filled my skin; I felt like a slut, being this open to someone I didn’t even know the name of— “F—“ I wanted to scream as his dick slammed into me with no warning, no remorse but I sealed my mouth shut immediately, the bomb! I whimpered as a hard slap landed on my ass, “The rule is not to scream, Frozen.” He fisted my hair in his hand and dragged it back, giving his dick inside me a new depth and feeling. “Unless Of course, you don’t want to see our babies grow.”

"I don't know, it's never come up, Mistress. We're often displayed and inspected, much as we were before our ceremony, fingered and toyed with by all the potential bidders. The slave is required to do whatever her purchaser wants, and I'm sure you'd feel less control than you usually require for sex. Any or all of our holes can be sold, sometimes used one after the other, sometimes all at once, depending on the Master selling us. For instance your mouth could be sold to a woman and you'd have to pleasure her as she wanted, which usually requires you to lick her cunt. Fifteen minutes is the usual cut off for women since we're more orgasmic. The men usually fuck us longer as they get to cum at

But there is no Serenity or Skyler Nightshade listed as a new member to any of the packs around here. As I'm working, a she-wolf named Stacey waltzes into my office like she owns the place, locking the door behind her. This bitch is annoying as hell but she is always good for a quick release if I need it. She walks around the desk and drops to her knees in front of me. She somehow always knows when I need release and is always happy to help out. I sit back in my chair and open my legs up for her, she leans forward and unzips my jeans and smirks at me when she sees that I have gone commando today.