Teaching The Tyrant Manners 소설 & 이야기

She made a weak, gurgling sound. ​"Let this serve as a lesson," he sneered, looking directly at the section where the girl had been sitting. "This right here? This is what happens when you don’t listen. Let it be a lesson to the rest of you sniveling sluts. Disobedience doesn’t get tolerated in the Ironfang pack. Not from the likes of you." The likes of us. This was a brand. A label meant to strip away the last of our humanity. To him, we were nothing more than property or perhaps just toys to be broken when the boredom set in.

She begged. I pinch her nipples and she start to whimper. “Jamey?.. Are you going to fuck me ?” She asked with a needy look. I let out a small chuckle. “No baby, You’re not ready, Have you ever touched yourself before?” “No… I don’t know how to.” She said innocently “You’re going to be a good girl and do everything I say, okay princess?” “Yes sir” She moaned. The word Sir has never sounded so dirty in my ears.

"When did I lay hands on him? From start to finish, I never even touched a single hair on his head! The surveillance can prove it! "Also, this is my seat! I paid for it!" I turned to Lawrence, suppressing my anger. "Mr. Pratt, this is my seat. Please ask her and her son to leave." Lawrence began to speak to her. "Ma'am—" But the woman raised her hand to signal Lawrence to be quiet, then yelled at me, "You still have the nerve to talk, huh? Did no one teach you manners? Do you even know how to spell it? "My son is only four! Can't you show some courtesy? What's the big deal about giving up your seat?"

His cold eyes met mine as he took me in. I held his eyes and silently pleaded with him as I was forced into the room. He turned away dismissively. “Our last meeting, it seemed like all of you got the wrong impression that I was on the side of the slave. I prepared this feast to appease all of you,” Alejandro announced. “Tonight, she'll be serving all of you like the slave she is and she'll be treated accordingly the way she's supposed to be treated. A tyrant's daughter” My heart sunk.

She thought she was not up to his standards, but only if she knew how much he was enticed by her every single action. "It's good that you are thinking about your Daddy's preference, little princess, but know that your Daddy is the king of sex. I will have fun teaching you everything you need to know to give and get pleasure. Once I am done teaching you, you will be the queen of sex,'' he said, placing a finger under her chin to raise her flushed face to meet his eyes. "Okay, then teach me, Daddy. I want to learn from you," Catherine whispered, meeting his eyes with the same intensity as his. 'It will be too much fun teaching her and molding her to his perfect little princess,' Archer thought

“We promised we’d take good care of it, but he still says no!” I cross my arms in mock sincerity. “Well, that does stink you can’t have a kitty. But remember, your Daddy’s got a lot going on raising you two kids!” “He can be a big tyrant,” Bea insists. Where did this seven-year-old learn the word tyrant? “That’s a big word there,” I tell Bea. “Daddy uses it when someone’s being difficult,” she explains simply. “He’s not wrong,” I reply. “I wish we could have a kitty!” Tris complains, and her sister nods.

I chuckled softly, the sound filled with confidence and a hint of cruelty, reveling in the dominion I held over her heart. As I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and rose to my feet, a surge of purpose coursed through me. I moved towards a lavish vanity, taking care to groom myself meticulously. The reflection in the mirror pleased me—the image of power and allure that had captivated Gracie, convincing her of my authenticity.

, Tash instructs and I sigh and my eyes are on Raven. "Don't worry about him. He will be fine", he stretch his hand towards the stairs and something tells me that is not all he has planned for Raven. I look at Tareem and he is seated, his legs crossed and a smile never leaves his lips. I walk upstairs and when I am upstairs I hear Raven gasp and it is accompanied to scream. "Go easy on him", Mr Tyrone instruct. "I am done taking it easy with him. He needs to learn the way of the Darc", his voice carries anger.

Rockwell made a hand gesture at one of the men standing at the entrance to the living room so that he would escort the men out of the mansion. Rockwell thought, "I can't believe I am going to be paying that amount of money just to teach Jennifer a lesson. Well. everything is going to be worth it,"