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My pussy clenched hard at the feeling. When he finally pulled back, both of us breathing heavily, he looked down at me with that same dominant smirk. “Tell me to leave right now and I will,” he said, voice thick with lust. His hand slowly moved lower, slipping under the hem of my nightgown and brushing over my bare, soaked pussy. “But I don’t think you want me to go, do you, Susan?” I whimpered softly, hips twitching toward his fingers. I knew this was dangerous and reckless but at that moment, with my dad at work and this man standing in front of me, I didn’t want him to stop.

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

Page after page of explicit clauses stared back at her. No other lovers. Full obedience. Mandatory fertility tracking. Weekly health exams. And the worst line of all: “The wife shall submit to all sexual demands without refusal, including but not limited to vaginal, oral, and anal penetration, public and private displays, and any acts deemed necessary by the husband for his pleasure.” Her cheeks burned. “You’re disgusting.” Damien rose slowly, all six-foot-four of him unfolding like a predator. He circled the desk until he stood behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his body through her clothes.

They fuck me through it, drawing the orgasm out until I’m sobbing, legs shaking uncontrollably. Before I can recover, they flip me onto my hands and knees. The blindfold stays on. Someone grabs my hair, arching my back. New fingers push into me from behind. Deeper this time. A different rhythm — rougher. Another woman reaches under me to play with my swinging breasts, tugging my nipples hard. “Such a perfect submissive whore,” someone says. “Husband works hard to buy this big house and you’re in here getting gangbanged by the neighborhood wives.”

Nicholas pressed on; he was trying to make amends for being an asshole and denying her food. "Whatever you want is fine." Mary repeated, and Nicholas' facial muscles contorted into a frown. She sounded like the automated voice in his Tesla. "Alright." He sighed before proceeding with the call. But Mary sat still, a proud smile on her face. She had done all that her sister Martha had told her to—be submissive, always think of his happiness—and it worked. Or did it? Nicholas came back shortly, sitting beside her, and Mary froze due to the proximity. He was just so close, and she could perceive the scent of the perfume. But Nicholas was very observant, and he saw the way she stiffened when he c

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my damp cheek, his thumb brushing under my eye. “Earlier tonight when you were sucking my cock, and I told you to look at me. I knew you were a submissive baby. I was gagging you, and you did everything in your power not to look away. I knew what you were. That's why I came here tonight. A shiver ran through me. “I knew you were submissive. And you’ve been starving for someone to handle you properly.” My lips parted. “We have a lot to talk about, but that can wait until tomorrow,” he added, voice soft but edged in promise. “About what you are. And what am I?”

As expected, Neal was all over the trending topics. #CEOofGrayCorporationLikesSadomasochism #DoesNealGray'sFetishPlayAPartInHisSuccess? I was speechless. Well, it didn't matter. I was the one who wore the pants in this relationship. … I spent a few more days at the hospital. Neal took me home once I was all better. He was too shy to ask me outright to sleep with him the first few days I was back, but he dropped hints daily. I acted like I didn't notice them, though.

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

Dominic hissed. He didn't use a ruler or a book. He used his hands. He began to rub my bottom, his palms hot and rough. Then, he gave me a sharp slap. CRACK. "AAHHH!" I yelped. It stung, but the sting turned into a deep, throbbing heat that made me wet my pussy immediately. "YES! DO IT AGAIN!" He slapped me again and again until my skin was a bright, hot pink. I was moaning into the desk, my fingers digging into the wood. I felt like a wild animal. I had never felt so much power and so much surrender at the same time.

He was doing this on purpose. My moans turned desperate and broken. “I'll sign”, I gasped in a hoarse voice, finally. “Just let me come—please—”. He slowed, grinding deep while he continued rubbing lazy circles on my clit now. “Say it clearly”. He said in a low and dark voice. “I'll sign the contract”, I repeated, tears pricking my eyes from the denied release. “I'll be your submissive for six months”. He rewarded me by rubbing my clit again, harder and faster, until the orgasm crashed through me so violently my knees buckled.